There I was, eating my first breakfast (I’m a big eater), and then it hit me:
The lovely Tamsin Flowers is coming over for breakfast two!
You may remember Tamsin from her charming novella The Christmas Tattoo, or even from her crazy sexy zombie erotica collection, Zombie Erotoclypse. Either way, you’re in for a treat! Tamsin brought her hot buns over for some…well, hot buns (gluten free, for me), and she’s here to talk about her spicy new novel, Her Boss and His Client.
Over mimosas, of course!
Drinks are ready and our special guest has arrived. She’s got a hot excerpt and some thoughts on the pleasures of greed. Talk about perfect mimosa conversation! 🙂
Take it away, Tamsin!
Is it greedy to want two men?
Short answer: yes, of course it bloody is! But can we forgive a girl when she just can’t decide between two luscious hunks of masculine charm? Of course we can! Sometimes it’s just too difficult to decide who we want most. Sometimes we’d like a bit of variety in our love life. But trying to juggle multiple lovers can become decidedly difficult…
This is just the dilemma that faces advertising copywriter Dana Lewis, the heroine of my latest release, Her Boss and His Client. When a bad news affair with the boss turns sour, Dana is forced to find a new job. And she goes into work on the first day with every intention of behaving as she should. No more affairs with work colleagues. No more sex in the office. Only that’s before she meets her new superior, Jack Brent. Devastatingly good-looking, charisma leaks out of this man like sweat and she doesn’t even get through her first day at work without having thoroughly naughty thoughts about him. And, it soon becomes apparent, he’s having naughty thoughts of his own!
But if fraternizing with her new boss wasn’t bad enough, Dana also develops a ‘thing’ for their most important client, travel tycoon Nathan Drake—suave, sophisticated and totally loaded. Not to mention, Jack’s polar opposite in the bedroom!
So, can it really be so wrong for her to want both of them?
Here’s an excerpt:
Jack seemed to sense my concerns and he got up from his chair and came across to where I was sitting. He stood in front of me, looking down with a serious expression on his face. Then he bent a little to take the wine glass from my hand and put it down on his desk.
‘Dana,’ he said, so quietly I almost had to strain to hear him. ‘You’re going to be fine here.’
He dropped to his knees and before I realised what was happening he’d cupped my face in his hands.
‘You’re going to be brilliant.’
He stared at me intensely again; those gold-flecked eyes only inches from my own.
‘We’re going to be brilliant together.’
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant but I know I moved my face forward a fraction of an inch. I didn’t mean to but he did the same. I could feel his warm, wine scented breath on my cheeks.
‘Oh, Dana,’ he whispered, shaking his head.
If I was reading his expression right, he was conflicted over what to do next. He still held my face in his hands, still held my eyes with his and I watched as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. My core muscles tightened with desire as a small sigh escaped my lips.
He put a finger on my lips and shook his head. His look said all that needed to be said and when he took the finger away he immediately replaced it with his lips, softly brushing my own.
That first kiss, always a heart-stopping moment, seared itself like a brand on my conscious and sub-conscious mind. His lips were soft but he plundered my mouth as if it were treasure for the taking. They moulded themselves to mine and then I felt the tip of his tongue slowly running along first my upper lip and then the lower. At the corner of my cupid’s bow, it breached the gap and as my mouth opened willingly to give him access, I heard a low groan emitting from deep within his throat. Then his tongue touched mine and greedily exploring the cavern of my mouth. He tasted of wine and he smelt of figs and sandalwood and myrrh.
I pushed back with my tongue to gain entrance to his mouth, barely able to sit still in the chair as my body struggled to get closer to his. His stubble ground against my chin and my cheeks, adding to the sensation in direct contrast to the softness of his tongue and the hard, smooth surfaces of his teeth. I wanted to kiss him forever, to never come up for air. I took a handful of chestnut hair at the back of his head to hold him steady as my mouth quite literally devoured him.
‘Dana…’ He pulled back from me. ‘We shouldn’t… we can’t be doing this. I barely know you.’
‘But you know you want me.’ My voice sounded different in my ears, thickened with desire, my breath coming in short gasps.
‘But we have to work together.’
He was right. I took a deep breath and looked into his liquid caramel eyes.
‘I’d better go,’ I managed to blurt out.
Jack stood up and moved back to be out of my way. I got up and straightened my skirt. I was so wet; I had been so ready for what had been about to happen. Having to stop felt like a kick in the guts. My legs turned to jelly and I had to steady myself by gripping the arm of the chair.
‘Are you alright, Dana?’
I wasn’t drunk, so I don’t know if that makes what happened next better or worse.
‘Jack, you started something. Now I need you to goddamn finish it.’
I could hardly believe the words which were coming out of my mouth and, by the look on his face, I don’t think Jack could either.
I took a step towards him and reached out with my hand. The bulge in his jeans was clear to see and when I touched it, I felt his cock twitch in response through the denim.
When our lips met again, the kiss was anything but gentle. Jack’s tongue pushed its way as far into my mouth as he could get it and it twisted with mine as our teeth clashed. At the same time his hands were pulling at the front of my blouse, ripping it open and wrenching it out from the top of my skirt. As he pushed up my bra to release my breasts, I stepped back so I could lean against his desk for support. His mouth pulled away from mine and trailed kisses down my throat as his hands kneaded my chest.
I gasped. I was so turned on and I needed to get him inside me fast. My hands were on his belt buckle but he pulled away.
‘Lie back,’ he commanded, sweeping papers, files and stationery off his desk and onto the floor.
I lay back on the cold, hard surface and felt Jack pushing up my skirt.
‘Stockings, Dana! You have no idea what they do to me.’ I could feel his warm breath on my belly as he said this and then, as he yanked off my panties, lower down.
‘Spread ‘em,’ he said, and I opened my legs as wide as I could, letting them hang over the edge of the desk.
So Jack Brent liked to be in charge, in control. I raised my hips to offer myself to him and felt his mouth take possession of my cunt. First, he kissed it gently, like he’d kissed my mouth; running his tongue up one side and down the other, tasting my juices, learning my shape. Then he pushed his tongue deep inside me, sweeping it around and around, scratching the tender area outside with his stubble, stretching inside to reach high up to my g-spot. I bent my knees and brought my feet up onto the edge of the desk, pushing my thighs still further apart as my hips reared upwards.
At the same time Jack’s hands were working magic on the tender buds of my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples till they burned. I writhed beneath his touch, groaning and gasping, as he pushed me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
‘Please…’ I moaned and he knew immediately what I wanted.
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas, for publishers including Cleis Press, Xcite Books, Secret Cravings and Totally Bound. This year, she entered NaNoWriMo, with the intention of penning her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.
I am so delighted we lucked out and had Tamsin over today! I hope you enjoyed hearing about her book, too. Make sure to check it out!
In the meantime, I’m off to go drink more coffee. Er, mimosas…