Part of the Knocked Up (Accidental Impregnation) Series
Impregnated includes the full-length bonus book FMLYOM, an intimate tale of straight and bi-sexual lust and seduction.
In Impregnated, Jason has fled to a new job in South America to escape the irresponsible women that he just can not help himself with. And who could blame him?
After Bonnie getting pregnant on purpose and Alison getting knocked up, two women in less than a year, the guy has a less than stellar track record. But after working his butt at the new office he’s ready for a break, and who should come back into his life but Lin Fong, a girl he vacationed with in Thailand a few years back. She broke his heart and now Jason’s ready for revenge, revenge the way he does best!
Here’s an (edited) excerpt from Impregnated:
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I am just entering my second REM sleep cycle of the night when I dream that someone is knocking on my bedroom door. I roll onto my side so that my back faces the broad open expanse of the king size bed, snuggle under the warmth of the down comforter and wonder why the knocking sound in my dream is growing louder, and why it seems to be so near to me.
‘Jason?’ I hear a familiar voice call out. I open my sleep-addled eyes, trying to focus in the darkness as the second much louder ‘Jason!?’ abruptly slaps me out of my dream and into the real world.
Crap, I think to myself, now what? Clad only in a pair of loose fitting black workout pants I pad barefoot and bare chested to the door and pull it open to see you standing there, a sight that for some odd reason does not surprise me. “What’s wrong Lin Fong?” I ask, trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice as my words bring your third knock of the night to an quick stop when your hand pauses halfway to the door.
You look up at me, embarrassed. “The light in my room keeps flickering on and off,” you say, adding in the voice of the little girl that you once were many years ago, “I think there might be a ghost . . . .”
I squint my eyes and examine your face, not sure if you are making up the story about the lights or if you are serious about the ghost. I know that Chinese are big believers in numerology and generally superstitious, but this ghost thing is a new one on me, even coming from you.
My eyes wander from the light tan color of your face to the silken jet blackness of your short hair, colors that I can still make out even though the bedroom is unlit save for the soft glow of the South American full moon. I browse the length of your body, still clad in the soft pink flannel pajamas peppered with the imprints of exotic tropical cocktails, my gaze stopping at your small manicured feet, toenails painted in a dark maroon color.
I feel myself begin to harden underneath the light fabric of my pants as I remember in erotic detail exactly what it is that you have underneath your clothing while at the same time catch you glancing at the ample unused side of my bed, and I imagine that you are comparing that to the spartan single bed that is in your guest room.
“Well, we can’t have you alone in your bedroom with ghosts now, can we?” Deciding to play the gentleman, if only for the briefest of moments, I step back and hold the bedroom door open for you. “There’s plenty of room here, and I promise to behave myself.”
You give me a quick dubious look as you walk past me, just barely brushing the bareness of my chest with your shoulder, and damned if I don’t see the flash of victory in your eye. I grin to myself, thinking how easily you believe you have won the little game of seduction that we have been playing since you stepped off of the airplane a day ago, not realizing that you are behaving exactly as I have planned.
Will Lin Fong manage to avoid Jason’s revenge? Read more to get the juicy details!