
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. From this week I’m going to start teasing you with snippets from my M/M military erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s due for release on the 13th October and is available for pre-order at just $0.99/77p!
“No,” Wilkes replied, mirroring the gesture, “after you.” He told himself it was just his upbringing and his Britishness making him so polite. It was nothing to do with the fact he saw an opportunity to see how Balkhi’s backside looked in his combats. Really.
Balkhi conceded, stepped out in front of Wilkes and strode over to get some food. Wilkes followed, checking to make sure his men were too busy feeding their faces to take any notice of him. Satisfied no one would catch him, he took what he hoped was a subtle glance at Balkhi’s posterior. Damn. Just like his biceps and pecs, it wasn’t huge, but just fleshy enough to give a little stretch to the fabric covering it.
Snapping his gaze back up to a more respectful place, Wilkes stored the image in the back of his mind, telling himself that was it. He’d seen all he needed to see now, and he was going to stop looking, stop even thinking about looking. And he certainly wasn’t going to fantasize about what he’d seen. It was stupid of him to have even sneaked a peek, to have fed the silly crush he seemed to be developing.
Taking his food with thanks, he returned to the table, resolving to sit somewhere else tomorrow. He couldn’t very well bugger off today, as it’d look weird and rude, but from the moment he left the mess he was going to be strictly professional when it came to Balkhi. No more chatting about backgrounds and personal stuff. Just work, work, work.
That’s what they were both there for, after all.
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“No,” Wilkes replied, mirroring the gesture, “after you.” He told himself it was just his upbringing and his Britishness making him so polite. It was nothing to do with the fact he saw an opportunity to see how Balkhi’s backside looked in his combats. Really.
She’d just put her feet back onto the floor after her third trip up the ladder when she felt something touch her right leg, down by her ankle. She wore trousers, so if it had been some kind of insect it was doubtful she’d have felt it. Besides, it was moving up and down, as though stroking her. Still looking forward at the ladder and grasping its handrails, Emily was frozen in place. She couldn’t move, speak, scream or even bring herself to look around.
A glance up the bed told him that although Nathaniel had appeared very laid back, almost cocky, when Isaac had said he was going for “a closer look”, now his hands were no longer behind his head—they were gripping the duvet. His expression was priceless—Isaac hadn’t even really gotten going yet and Nathaniel’s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed over. Huh. Maybe it had been a while for him too.
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