Sample Sunday – Action

Unedited. Subject to change. As always – enjoy! This one is… a bit steamy. Release date still TBD!



I wasn’t surprised to find Luke alone at the back, the TV blasting WAWG Sports, but the man himself… snoozing.

I approached him, squatting beside where he was seated at the squad room table.  “Hey sleepyhead,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that made him flinch, and his eyelids flutter open. “Is this really what you’re doing when you’re supposed to be keeping the citizens of Sugar Valley from catching ablaze?”

A slow grin spread over his lips as his eyes focused, and he sat up, pulling me down into his lap. “I was just resting my eyes,” he claimed, squeezing a handful of my ass. “If that siren goes off, I’m ready.”

“Just resting your eyes, huh?” I teased. “What about the snoring, then?”

He frowned. “I don’t snore.”

“You totally do,” I laughed, climbing out of his reach, only to have him follow me, pressing me against the shiny red finish of the firetruck taking most of the space.

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Don’t be making shit up.”

I couldn’t do anything but giggle as Luke dropped his mouth to my neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive flesh there.

Please,” I begged. “Don’t start anything with me you won’t be able to finish immediately.”

He brought his lips to mine, then slipped his tongue between them, giving me the exact kind of kiss that was just going to leave me frustrated as hell.

“Patience, Eva. Will you ever get some?” he asked, murmuring the words against my lips before he kissed me again.

I shook my head when we parted. “Nope. Which is exactly why you shouldn’t tease me like this, if you’re not about to fuck me against this truck in your uniform.”

“Who says I’m not?” he asked, pulling back to raise his eyebrows at me.

I sucked my teeth. “Luke Freeman, you are not about that action. This is a public place, the door isn’t locked, you’re not—ahhh.

Luke’s hand between my legs snatched away my ability to finish that statement. Suddenly, I was quite pleased with myself for the decision not to wear tights with the thick sweater dress I’d chosen for today’s “look”.

It meant the only thing between me and Luke’s fingers were my panties, and he very abruptly pushed those aside.

“Now… what was that shit you were talking again?” he asked, with a slow insertion of two fingers into my pussy as he used his free hand to hike one of my legs up for better access.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes to focus on the friction, the stretching, the fullness of just his damn fingers, and shook my head. “Finger-fucking isn’t – ahhh!” I squealed, as he pushed those fingers as far as they could go, and pressed his thumb to my clit.

“This doesn’t count, huh?” Luke asked, with her fingers curled into that elusive little spot that had me fisting a handful of his shirt.

“Luke, please,” I whispered. “Do not play with me like this.”

Instead of a verbal response, he gave me a slow, lazy smirk as he pumped his fingers into me. With his other hand, he went for his pants, and my head fell back against the smooth surface of the truck as I waited for what was coming.

Real relief.

A resounding boom of thunder shook the building, making me reflexively open my eyes. Moments later, the lights flickered and sputtered, struggling for several seconds before they finally all shut off, leaving the emergency lights as the only illumination.

Shit.” I released my hold on Luke’s shirt. “You’ve probably got to look into that, don’t you?” I asked, moving to take my leg down, but he caught it, with a sharp shake of his head.

“It can wait. I’ve got a point to prove first.”

My mouth fell open in a soundless cry of pleasure as he sank into me, filling me up. I disregarded the sling to bring my hands to Luke’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as he did, indeed… fuck me against the firetruck.


I was grateful for the sounds of the storm raging outside, or I most certainly would’ve been treating the whole surrounding area to quite a show.

“What action am I not about, Eva?” Luke growled into my ear as he plunged into me, over, and over, and over.

I kept trying to answer the question, but every time I opened my mouth he went a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder, until I was quite literally screaming his name.

It was the only thing I could manage to get out.

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