Ever been to Hong Kong? No? Allow Raven McAllan to take you on a sizzling tour...Welcome to Hong Kong. Welcome to, Hong Kong Heat.
I love Hong Kong.
The sights, the scents, (yes, really, pungent though some
are,) the sheer diversity of the place.
It fascinates me, and is probably my favorite city.
(Singapore is a close second though.)
I've been lucky enough to go to Hong Kong several times. As
my husband is usually there to work, I have time to myself to explore and plot.
Hong Kong Heat came about from one of the days we spent
together, and walked across Lamma Island. A young couple, holding hands and
stopping every so often for a quick kiss and cuddle were in front of us. Then they
took a side path to a look out spot.
My mind went into overdrive.
Then a friend and I were on holiday in Amsterdam. I told her
my rough plot, and she nagged me to get on with writing it. I did and used her
name for my heroine.
The Lamma Island walk is in the book. We, I hasten to add
were hot and needed a cold drink to cool down, but only because of the heat and
humidity.
The rest of the city was the perfect backdrop for Debra and
Braam.
Blurb…
Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until
she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
Braam Van Meister, a hotshot—and hot-bod—trouble- doesn't do
commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious brunette robs him off his ability
to control a certain body part.
Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled
holiday fling.
Surely that is all it can ever be? Braam's work takes him
all around the world at a moment's notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.
When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?
A wee tease…
"You're trespassing. You shouldn't be up here at night."
She stared up at him and grinned. The moon appeared from behind a cloud
and his pulse jumped like a flea in a circus. It was her. His mystery lady.
“So I am, or should that be am not?” She swirled her arms and the
moonlight caught the ripples and sent tiny moonbeams dancing over the surface
of the pool. “Which means unless you’re the night watchman…?” Her voice trailed
off mid sentence, on a querying note.
Braam shook his head.
“Then neither should you. So why don’t you join me? Or is jogging the
only exercise you do?” She tilted her head to one side and swam in lazy circles
around the island in the centre of the pool.
Does she know there’s innuendo in
that statement?
“Come on, live dangerously. You know you shouldn’t swim alone at night.”
She laughed. “So in actual fact, we’ll be helping each other.”
Why not? Braam pushed the sides of his trousers apart
and kicked them off his legs with scant care to creases. The suit needed to go
to the cleaners anyway. An over anxious sous chef had made sure of that when Braam
had checked the buffet earlier.
He left his boxers on—after all there was such a thing as over-familiarity—and
dived in.
The water closed over his head and he pushed to the surface. It was like
swimming in a Jacuzzi without the bubbles. The warmth surrounded him as he swam
towards the woman leaning against the
edge of the pool with her arms stretched
out to hold her in place.
“So, hello, Ms Intruder. We meet again.” He trod water and moved his
arms and hands to stay in front of her and not move into her personal space. As
much as he’d have liked to crowd her, demand who she was and why she was there,
he knew better.
“It seems we do. Nothing more mysterious than the ways of the world, eh?”
She chuckled and splashed water with her legs. “Is this where I say fancy
meeting you here? Or we must quit meeting like this, people will talk?”
There was no doubt about that, especially if the night manager turned
the security cameras on. Braam angled his body then swam around the island so
that if that did happen, his face wouldn’t be seen. There was one spot where
the cameras didn’t reach, but was visible to the lifeguards when they were on
duty. As he hoped, the lady swam after him, until they reached what he termed
the safe area.
“Are we playing tag?” Her voice was husky and it lifted his libido and
his cock by several notches. In fact, his cock was pressing against his boxers
and even the water couldn’t come to his aid so he didn't get harder by the
minute. This woman intrigued him.
“I can think of better things to play.”
Her eyes widened and the laugh she gave went straight to his dick and
hinted at all things erotic.
“Such as? Ludo? Scrabble, or, I know, Hotel?” She ran her tongue around
her lips in an unconscious invitation to plunder and Braam was hard pressed not
to groan.
“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” Braam paused. “Hotel, I mean,
what else?”
She giggled. It wasn’t the silly sound a young girl would make, but a
deep, sexy noise. “How about Kiss Chase?”
In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on
the lips and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by
the shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her
body floated next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that
covered her was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one
leg between hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against
him.
She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps
of lace she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip
them away and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub
herself on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet
until he could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his
knees with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing,
tantalising and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made
as he nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed.
Her hands played with his nipples.
Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need
to clean the pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.
“Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find
somewhere more suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the
pool and glanced around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.
“Eh?”
“We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and
fuck.”
She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds
rude and hold on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
“Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we
need condoms. I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
“Con… Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something
I feel I need when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even
if it does include an illicit swim. You?”
He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?
She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t
make a habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel?
Blame it on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or
something. Pure fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black
belt in karate. So, towels?”
“Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.”
He paused. “Or dry off.”
She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”
“Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to
have been inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
“It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking
to my wet body.”
“Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn
to keep my mouth shut?
“Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least
polite to be introduced or something?”
She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.
“Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the
other side of the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,”
he said as he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It
looked like even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
There was silence from the other side of the pool.
“And you?”
His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.
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