Time for the #WIPitUp Wednesday blog, and I can’t wait to see what everyone’s been working on!
Today Jane and I are sharing a fun scene from our upcoming release, Her Protector, the third book in the Boston Doms series. If you were waiting to hear Tony and Tessa’s story, get ready! Just 3 more days!!
In this scene, Tony and Tess ordered pizza and settled in to watch a zombie movie. But when Tess fakes Tony out so that she can pay the delivery guy, she’s not quite prepared to deal with the fallout! (This scene makes me giggle every time!)
Still facing the door, she held the box in her hand, not quite ready to face Tony. She’d planned the whole thing before the food got there. What she hadn’t planned was how to deal with him after she’d fooled him. Slowly, she turned around, and she knew the look on her face was sheepish.
“So, you say this is the best pizza in Boston, huh?” she said quickly. “Why don’t you get us some plates, and I’ll get us some drinks. Phew, am I hungry. So famished, I actually feel a little faint! Can you…”
Her voice trailed off as her fast-talking move wasn’t doing a damn thing. Tony was standing in front of her, and was it her imagination or did she shrink or something? She didn’t remember him being this much taller than she was. Damn it, wearing heels to work had decided advantages. Those eyes! Oh, God, his eyes were narrowed on her in a teasing, but still sexy-stern way that made her heart flutter in her chest.
“Hungry,” she stuttered helplessly. “Faint… with hunger.”
He stalked closer to her, and the only thing between him and her was a flimsy cardboard box, which he removed with one firm pull. She squealed.
He placed the box on the dining room table, then continued to prowl closer to her. She backpedaled until he had her pinned against the door, and her hands went flat out behind her, splayed on the cool frame of the door.
“Are you really faint with hunger? Or is that another one of your fibs, Miss Damon?”
Oh, she was definitely faint, but she was sure it wasn’t from hunger. Her knees trembled and she was so turned on, it was mortifying. She swallowed, an impossible giggle bubbling up.
“Fib? Who says fib?” she snorted. Gosh, his word choices were so adorable sometimes.
He raised his eyebrows incredulously. “First, you fake me out so you can have your way even though I insisted I was paying, you told a fib, and now you’ll insult me?”
He was so close she could see the flecks in the depths of his hazel eyes.
“It’s just cute,” she said helplessly, immediately wishing she could take it back. His eyes softened a little.
“I’ll modify my earlier statement,” he said, and he was so close, with his arms crossed on his chest, she could feel his heat, smell the faint sporty smell of the body wash he had in the shower that she surreptitiously lifted the lid on and sniffed every time she took a shower herself. “People who let second-graders watch zombie movies. Women who go to dark alleys alone in the middle of the night. And people who tell fibs to fake someone out so the guy can’t pay for the food he’s gonna eat most of anyway. Those are the people who need be spanked.”
I’d say that’s not an exhaustive list of spank-worthy crimes, Tony, but it’s a good start! LOL. Click here to see what the other WIPpers have been working on, and I hope the rest of your week flies by!