In this week’s Patreon flash fiction (steamy one-shot) one of the main characters is a celebrity look alike. The one shots are almost always on the steamy side and I was hesitant to post them here cause so many of you come to read my less steamy books. But that means others who enjoy those works don’t have access or know when my stories are available to read. This week, I’ll share a steamy and a clean teaser but will ask you to vote at the end of the post as to which one you prefer.
SFW Teaser (Edge me on)
“Emit Harlow?” A woman’s voice asks the moment I close the door.
I frown. No one in the hotel knows my real name. Not even the pretty little brunette at the front desk. “Who’s asking?” I turn. Against the wall is a police officer.
“I’m Officer Stevens.”
The uniform looks authentic enough. She’s cute too. I glance up and down the hall but there’s not another person in sight at 3 am. “How can I help you, officer?”
“You can start by confirming your identity.”
Every hair along my nape stands on end. “I’m Emit.”
She arches her brow.
“I’m Emit Harlow.”
She nods and whips out her hand cuffs. “Turn around.”
“Wow.” I back up a step. I’ve never gotten more than a speeding ticket in my life. Now here I was being arrested in a hotel hallway.
“Are you going to make this easy or hard?” she asks, stepping closer.
Bubble gum. I was being handcuffed by a pretty cop who smelled like fucking bubble gum. “Can you at least tell me what I’m being arrested for?”
“How about impersonating a celebrity?”
NSFW Teaser (Bare it all)
I circled her waist, running my fingers along her arched spine, and holding her steady while I feast. She’s beautifully undone as release washes over her. Her whimpering pants drown the thumps of my wild heart beats. The air sizzles and snaps with Jade’s electric energy as she rides the waves of her first orgasm. I want to taste her, let her juices flood my mouth, but I want inside her drenched passage even more.
“Put me inside your pussy, baby,” I hiss, too desperate to wait for her to recover.
Jade’s warm, slender fingers circle my girth, and she tugs me close, holding me at her entrance. Fuck! She creams my crown, her heat making it difficult not to lurch forward.
“Say it first,” she asks, breathless.
She’s so cute when she makes her demands from under hooded lashes. She isn’t the first person to mistake me for Henry Cavill, and if my greedy cock had anything to say about it, she wouldn’t be the last. The day I’d stopped correcting people and went along with it, I got the best sex of his life, received upgrades to lavish hotel rooms—like the one they were in—, and hadn’t paid for my coffee since Witcher aired. It wasn’t my fault I had awesome genes and an ass that begged to be squeezed.
I indulged her. Shit, I would recite all the lines if she requested. “This looks like a job for superman!”
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