eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
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Warning: This title contains graphic language, sex and incest.
Leila knows she’s always been closer to her son, Rich, than most mothers, since Rich’s father left when he was just a baby. He’s been the man in her life forever—but now he’s really a man, and his coming-of-age is a test for both of them.
EXCERPT:
She was going to hell. There was no getting around it—do not pass go, do not collect $200, she was going straight to hell without any little orange “Get out of hell free” card.
“Your turn.”
Leila rolled the dice, moved her little shoe, and bought Baltic Avenue for a song. She could start putting houses on it now, since she owned Mediterranean as well. But she wasn’t thinking about Monopoly. She couldn’t think about anything, watching her twenty-year-old son home from college, sitting out in the living room in his boxers watching The Ultimate Fighting Championships on ESPN.
She was so going to hell.
“Ha! You owe me!”
Leila glanced up at her niece, startled, and forked over the money. Small price to pay for a little bit of freedom. If she just kept rolling the dice, moving around the board, no one would notice that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, looking at the tight, ridged muscles in his stomach, the dark line of hair that disappeared below his boxers, dreaming about the hard cock she had accidentally caught him stroking in the bathroom that morning…
“Don’t you want to put hotels on!?” Chloe nudged her aunt under the table, making a face. “You’re not paying attention!”
Damn. Caught. Leila bought four houses, arranging the green plastic pieces on the board, glancing at the clock. Her sister should be back soon to pick up Chloe, anyway. There was no way they were going to finish this game.
Rich was making fake punches in his seat, watching the fight. “Oh, man, he opened himself up for the leg sweep!”
“Boardwalk!” Chloe squealed, bouncing in her seat and waving an orange five-hundred dollar bill. “Gimme, gimme!”
Leila, as banker, gave over the property and her a hundred dollar in change.
“Dude!” Rich yelled, jumped up in his seat. “Fucking choked him out!”
“Rich!” Leila warned, nodding her dark head toward Chloe.
“Whoops,” he said, walking toward the kitchen table. “Sorry, punk.” He ruffled Chloe’s hair as he went by, heading for the refrigerator. “Nothing you haven’t heard before, right?”
“Not the point,” Leila said, watching him standing in front of the open door, the light casting a glow over his strong jaw. Sometimes, like now, he looked so much like his father that it made her heart hurt…
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