Sera's Journey by Cooper McKenzieBlurb:
Some journeys take us where we need to be, not where we want to go...
Sera Jenkins is determined to meet a man for her future. Divorced, lonely, and with a lot of love to give, she hands the problem over to God. She then meets three men: the fireman, the scam artist, and the Dom. From each encounter, Sera gains wisdom and confidence as she travels the rocky road of romance. But will Sera's journey lead her to finding herself?
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Adult Excerpt
When the phone rang about nine-fifteen, she considered not answering it. But checking the readout, she saw it was Jake.
Her stomach shivered. She couldn’t help but grin as she flipped the phone open. “Hello?” she said, trying to sound sexy.
“What are you wearing?” he asked with a chuckle.
She responded with a giggling laugh before stopping herself.
Giggle? Her? She was forty-eight years old, and had not giggled in years. What was it about this man that made her feel fifteen again with her first crush?
“Nothing sexy, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she responded before going on to describe her multiple layers.
“Mmm, sounds like you’re nice and toasty. Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, I’m quite warm, thank you,” she responded with another giggle. “And you?”
“Getting warmer by the minute.”
After a while of rambling talk, Jake asked, “Are you nice and relaxed now?”
“Not really,” Sera admitted. “I’m not sure I know how to relax.”
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” Jake said, his voice dropping an octave and growing soft and dark. The timber sent a warm shiver through Sera.
“We will?” she asked. All at once she felt a little breathless.
“Yeah, we will,” he said. “We’re gonna relax your bones.”
“Really?”
“Yes, we are. Now just settle back, relax, and close your eyes while I find a little privacy.”
In her ear she heard a door snick closed and then what sounded like the squeak of an office chair.
“How you doing?” he asked.
“I’m settled, but I’m not sure how relaxed I am.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
Taking slow, deep breaths, she focused on the man on the other end of the phone and the visions his words painted. His vivid imagination and deep, dark, sexy voice set her on fire.
Her contributions to the murmured conversation seemed to add fuel to his arousal as well. As he spoke, her hands became his as they wormed their way beneath layers of cloth to draw circles over her breasts. She tweaked her own nipples and smoothed her fingers down her body to her aching mound.
When she took over and spoke of what she would do to him, she heard his breath catch more than once, which only made her want to be more imaginative in this verbal loving they shared.
Her stomach shivered. She couldn’t help but grin as she flipped the phone open. “Hello?” she said, trying to sound sexy.
“What are you wearing?” he asked with a chuckle.
She responded with a giggling laugh before stopping herself.
Giggle? Her? She was forty-eight years old, and had not giggled in years. What was it about this man that made her feel fifteen again with her first crush?
“Nothing sexy, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she responded before going on to describe her multiple layers.
“Mmm, sounds like you’re nice and toasty. Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, I’m quite warm, thank you,” she responded with another giggle. “And you?”
“Getting warmer by the minute.”
After a while of rambling talk, Jake asked, “Are you nice and relaxed now?”
“Not really,” Sera admitted. “I’m not sure I know how to relax.”
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” Jake said, his voice dropping an octave and growing soft and dark. The timber sent a warm shiver through Sera.
“We will?” she asked. All at once she felt a little breathless.
“Yeah, we will,” he said. “We’re gonna relax your bones.”
“Really?”
“Yes, we are. Now just settle back, relax, and close your eyes while I find a little privacy.”
In her ear she heard a door snick closed and then what sounded like the squeak of an office chair.
“How you doing?” he asked.
“I’m settled, but I’m not sure how relaxed I am.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
Taking slow, deep breaths, she focused on the man on the other end of the phone and the visions his words painted. His vivid imagination and deep, dark, sexy voice set her on fire.
Her contributions to the murmured conversation seemed to add fuel to his arousal as well. As he spoke, her hands became his as they wormed their way beneath layers of cloth to draw circles over her breasts. She tweaked her own nipples and smoothed her fingers down her body to her aching mound.
When she took over and spoke of what she would do to him, she heard his breath catch more than once, which only made her want to be more imaginative in this verbal loving they shared.
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