Thursday, March 20, 2014

Another Lexi Original: In Bed With Uncle Larry

By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him.

Oh, there are a million reasons Theresa should keep her paws off Larry. For starters, he’s her uncle. In case that’s not enough, she’s been playing nanny to his kids since their mother ran off.

When the boys go to a sleepover, Theresa secretly hopes she’ll get to spend a night in her uncle’s bed. She’s an attractive young woman. How could he possibly resist? But when Auntie Mira returns unannounced, will Uncle Larry want his irresponsible ex back… or show his niece he loves her more?

In Bed With Uncle Larry
(Available at Amazon as "In Bed With TABOO Larry")
by Lexi Wood

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Read an excerpt:

By the time Uncle Larry knocked on her door, the sun was setting, making the pool out back glitter like gold.

“Teri?” he asked as he opened the door. “Can I come in?”

She felt like a child. Such a child. “I guess so.”

“Thanks.” He left the door open and sat on the edge of her bed. “You didn’t want to see your aunt, huh?”

“Did you want to see her?”

He chuckled. “Not particularly.”

Theresa folded in on herself, pulling her knees right up to her chest and hugging her legs. “Well, me neither.”

He looked at her in silence, but it wasn’t the way she wanted him to look at her. He seemed to be either analysing her or pitying her. She wanted him to be overtaken by lust, and she wasn’t sure how to get him from point A to point B.

“How about this,” he said. “Let’s go out tonight, have a nice dinner just the two of us? How often do we get a chance to be adults together, no kid stuff, no scuffles to deal with?”

Theresa’s heart hammered. “You really mean it? A fancy meal, just us?”

He shrugged. “Why not?”

She squealed, but then said, “Wait, I didn’t bring any nice clothes—I mean, nothing super-fancy.”

“Look through your aunt’s closet.” He guided her out of her bedroom with his hand at the small of her back. “Mira didn’t take everything with her.”

A hot pulse grew between Theresa’s thighs as she entered Uncle Larry’s bedroom. She almost never went in there, and if she did it was only because the boys dragged her inside. This was the only devotedly adult room in the house. The d├ęcor was sensuous, but modern. Probably the work of her aunt.

But Uncle Larry’s bedroom also oozed a masculine odour she hadn’t noticed in the rest of the house. The air felt thick in her lungs. She could barely breathe, but she didn’t want to leave. Actually, she wanted to curl up under his covers, sniff his musky sheets, and stay there forever.

“See anything you like?” Uncle Larry stood in front of the open closet. “Teri?”

“Huh? Oh. Clothes…”

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