J.J. Massa is another author whose writing hits me every time I read it. No matter if it’s one of her werewolf stories, her cajuns or her male- male romances, every story hit’s the bullseye with emotion, and heat. So ofcourse, I had to get her in on Secret Thoughts:Erotique as well. Here’s what J.J has to say;
I love writing erotica because I have a need to tell the WHOLE story. I love finding two people and following them in the oldest dance—who gives, who takes? It’s so intimate and yet we all do it, one way or another. It’s fascinating to me. Male/Male is exciting whether in a BDSM or D/s relationship, or simply two men, looking for someone to be with. A touch, a smile, will it be accepted? Rejected? Is it forbidden? Ohhh, the angst! I love every second of it. And that’s why I think Secret Thoughts says it all—erotica is someone’s secret thoughts in action.
So, without any further ado:
Office Politics
J.J. Massa
“One moment, Miss Carson, and I’ll…” I faltered, cleared my throat. A slight tapping on my desk had caused me to swivel away from my computer monitor and look up. My new boss, Mr. Weaver, was standing there, arms crossed, golden eyebrow raised as he shook his head side to side. “I’ll check his schedule, ma’am, because I know he’s not in right now.” That was a fine line, of course. If he were truly in, he’d be at his own desk, not mine, right?
Mr. Weaver gave me a nod and a wink, approval. I’m almost ashamed to tell you how good that felt. My chest actually puffed out. No shit. I couldn’t help it, not even if I wanted to. I smiled back.
“He’s good, Jack!” The other man’s voice took me by surprise. It was Fred O’Neil, head of acquisitions. I hadn’t even noticed him. Jack Weaver had that effect on me. “Now, if only he had better legs and bigger tits,” the asshole chortled. “You know, while he sat on your lap and squirmed?” he snickered as the two men passed my desk and walked into Mr. Weaver’s inner sanctum.
I turned away, every bit of my face warm, right up to the tips of my ears. What an image, me on Jack Weaver’s lap. Oh, man! I had to adjust myself, shifting in my chair.
My fingertips were gripping my stiff cock, trying to find a comfortable position, when a heavy palm landed on my shoulder. Oh, god! It could only be… I tipped my head back just slightly. Yep, it was Mr. Weaver. I groaned inside, humiliated.
“Mark, I can tell that O’Neil’s comments made you uncomfortable. Step into my office when he leaves, would you please?”
My hand dropped uselessly to my leg. I couldn’t speak and just nodded. The grip on my shoulder tightened a little and then fell away. I didn’t move, waiting until I heard the muted footfalls, the door open and close, then laughter from the inner office.
Caught like a fly on a pin. Shit, shit, shit! My head dropped forward to the LCD of my monitor. God, I was so busted, so humiliated. Guess he’s got me pegged now.
Anytime you’re ready, I have an excerpt from Dark, Dangerous, and Menacing my other story in Erotique
I’m always ready for more You JJ. 😀
Sasha *hug* you spoil me. Hmmm want some heat? lessee what I can find…
from Erotique: DARK, DANGEROUS, and MENACING an excerpt:
Uh-oh! You don’t want him anymore. You have eyes for another. Your heart is pounding in your chest when he lifts you and eases you, legs spread, over the sexiest piece of machinery you’ve ever been close to.
“Is this yours?” you ask, voice cracking.
“Mmm, just like you’re about to be,” his velvet voice rumbles in your ear. “Ever make love on a Harley, baby?”
How did he tap into your deepest, darkest fantasies? Is he psychic? Should you answer him or just let him lead the way?
“Yes, please,” you mumble primly, lost in his eyes again.
“Ohhh, baby, you’re such a good girl, such sweet manners. Say please again,” he rumbles, his mouth on your bare ribs as he pushes you flat onto the motorcycle seat, your shoulders resting on the wide handlebars.
“Please. Yes. Yes, please,” you moan as his warm mouth covers your entire breast and nipple.
“Good, very good,” he hums into you as your body begins to shake and tighten.
You’re afraid to move but you can’t lay still. You plunge your hands into his thick black hair. He raises his head and his snapping black eyes trap you once again.
“You know, baby,” he murmurs wickedly, “I could just turn this machine on. They don’t call it the most expensive vibrator on the planet for no reason.” His hips pump against yours and he purrs, “Or would you rather have something else moving between your legs?”
I think I’m a throwback….for such an independant woman, and I truly am, I just melt when a sexy man calls me sweetie or baby. :blush:
It has to be a man I’m attracted to though. I have customers call me that and I glare at them LOL
Ooh, fantastic :great: I can’t wait to read the rest, particularly the first one! I love M/M stories, they’re positively yummy!
HI S.D. Yeah, I’m a sucker for m/m. I LOVE it. I guess you can tell with my MASSIVE (snicker) body of m/m work.
There’s something about a sexy guy murmuring baby if he’s not an asshole, it’s especially stimulating. if he is, it’s annoying, huh?
have not read none of the m/m storys but that small excert sure peeked my interest lol. cant wait for this book to come out. glad i preordered it
Goodness, Yes, JJ, absolutely annoying! But you can usually tell cause assholes typically say it in that condescending “I am Gods gift” tone. Ugh.
So you’ve MET my ex-husband then. ❓
but yeah, i love it when they guy really is hot. that sexy, husky murmur…
Mr. Purr. :inlove:
Mr. Purr. Yum, Yum!
Great excerpts JJ. I am also drooling waiting for this book’s release.
Mr Purr!!!!!!!!!!! Where???
LOL!
So many great authors and their stories.
Ain’t it great?!?!
:great:
I love to read as much as I love to write. So yeah, Deb, it is great! 😎
Love the excerpts, J.J.! Only a few more days til release–I’m so excited :jump:
I’m pretty excited about it, too, Laura. :jump: