Ignition

By KT Morrison

Tommy Travis has it all. A booming career, a big house with a swimming pool, a brand-new Corvette, a smoking hot wife, two macho little boys who are chips off the old block.

Tommy loves his little Sukie, the dutiful mother of his two boys and capable president of the Travis household. She’s a sexy little something, that’s for sure.

He met Sukie when he was at university and she was at community college getting her massage therapist’s ticket. Now that the boys are out of the house and going to school, Sukie set up a private practice out of the cabana by the pool. She’s got a good thing going.

But when Sukie takes on a new client, Tommy’s palms begin to sweat. Dio Megalos. His boss. A rich, fit, and handsome guy ten years younger than him. The kind of guy that all hot-blooded girls dream about and he knows his wife’s got eyes in her head. Two times a week she’s going to be putting her oily hands all over his boss’s bare and muscular body . . .?

Not on Tommy’s watch. No way. Except he trusts her, doesn’t he? Who’s better for Sukie than her big Tommy? And there’s a little tickle deep down that kinda likes it. Thinking of Sukie with another man brings out old Tommy, and old Tommy was aggressive, competitive. Old Tommy was a laser-focused shark that built himself up from nothing . . .

What’s the harm in a little fantasy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: KT Morrison
• Release date: Mar 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463932100

KT Morrison

KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren't their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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Prologue

Friday, August 4

The last massage appointment for the day finished after lunch and Sukie Travis was going to get some sun. Sophie Vagara—Tommy always got a kick out of that name—had tweaked her back four years ago while walking her dog in the rain and came to Sukie for therapy. That was back when Sukie worked at the spa. Sophie Vagara followed her when she left there and had been coming to the home business once a week ever since. The other two appointments who held her usual Friday afternoons were both, separately, on vacation.

So now she poured herself a drink, white wine from the kitchen fridge, her paperback romance tucked under her arm and against the bare skin of her middle. She had an eleven-year-old bikini on, one she wore before she’d had her boys, and was buzzing that it still fit. I mean, it cut into her a little, and her breasts had definitely, well, matured, but the stringy little thing that Tommy bought her in Cancun on a vacation—back when that was something totally different because they weren’t yet married and had no kids—still technically fit.

This was a great day.

She stepped out to the pool deck, on the precipice of a free three-hour window of time and blue skies and dazzling sun, and two boisterous boys who were away at a friend’s, and a husband off celebrating yet another career victory. She’d ordered a rare and out-of-print ultra-steamy romance novel (hey now!), and it arrived from Amazon yesterday afternoon in fair and very readable condition. The previous owner had dog-eared it, and splayed the spine near the bottom, a common sight indicating a spicy, one-handed read.

1

Miller

Friday, August 4

Tommy Travis cinched Megalos’s Salesperson of the Year again with the deal that closed yesterday morning. One-hundred-and-forty units to be shipped to Central Africa at the beginning of next month to Wa Feng Mining Combine, a Chinese-Dutch exploratory mining conglomerate raking up swaths of Zimbabwe looking for lithium. His end-of-year bonus would be high five figures, his commission would pay off what he owed on the Corvette Stingray with the Z51 performance package he and Dio Megalos now raced through Roswell traffic.

Tommy and Dio celebrated the multi-million-dollar deal with lunch at Cellar 91 followed by eighteen holes at the Golf Club of Georgia in Alpharetta. They’d had a few. Dio more than Tommy, but this deal, while a huge boon for Tommy, was even bigger for Dio. It would show Papa Megalos that young son Dio had what it took to assume the family corporation.

Megalos Mining manufactured heavy equipment. The order to Wa Feng included fifty-two fourteen-foot screen decks, modular jaw plants, cone crushers, and four cat-track mobile cone-crushers, Megalos’s newest product and a heavy-invested piece of engineering that put Megalos into dangerous financial outlay territory. Shit though, the machines worked like promised, and they could tear up land and turn it inside-out in a quarter of the time when you didn’t have haulage weaving in and out.

So maybe Dionysios celebrated a little too much. You know what? The kid worked hard, and he deserved it. Tommy told him, Hey, Dio, just leave your car at the club, get Mikey from down at the office come pick it up. They left the key at reception, tumbled into his new Corvette and blasted home with System of a Down cranked to eleven on the Bose. Promised Dio they’d chill out, keep the party going back at his house, sit by the pool and pop a couple cold ones, work over how they would conquer the rest of African mining.

Dio rolled his head around on his neck in the passenger seat, the wind whipping his thick head of glossy black hair around as they did sixty-five down Woodstock.

Still bugging you? he shouted over the music.

What? Dio shouted back, tilting his head toward him, eyebrows bowing above his Armani sunglasses.

Your back ...? Still bugging you? ...

Yeah, he said, now shrugging the right shoulder high to his ear, and arching his back in the leather bucket.

We’ll get Sukie to take a look at you.

They turned right onto Old Mountain Trail and then they were in the Shearwater Ridge subdivision. His secluded four-acre estate that overlooked the ravine and the Wildwood Ridge beyond was at the end of the prestigious Spearhead Road, where it curled up the Shearwater and ended in a bulbous cul-de-sac.

Of course the kid twisted his back. Dio had a terrible swing, but he hit hard. Hit a couple three-hundred-yarders out on the course today. Put too much into it. More power than finesse, which suited his body type. He had a solid build but you could tell he did a lot of vanity work at the gym. Lots of curls and high-rep bench presses.