Weekend Games

WEEKEND GAMES

Cara Carnes

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Weekend Games Cara Carnes This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

“Why wouldn’t you want to expose your ass to half of San Francisco? At least the hypothermia will prevent you from feeling the prying hands pinching you,” Julia Fletcher commented dryly as she took a sip of her French martini. Charlotte Korte spewed diet soda across the dimly lit outdoor table. “Aubrey’s going to kick your ass if you don’t lower your voice.” Aubrey Bennett rolled her hazel eyes and deposited a bit of sucked ice back into her water glass. Nothing that came from Julia’s mouth surprised her -- the woman thrived on adrenaline. Setting her glass down, she looked around the small restaurant patio area and shivered. Sitting outside in the chilly October air was foolish, but they all wanted a change of pace. “I for one think a French maid outfit would look as sexy as hell on you, and I’m secure enough in my sexuality to say that.” Julia raised her drink and toasted the air as the other three girls laughed. She didn’t bother to respond to the comment. Aubrey got enough male attention as it was, not that she was complaining. But traipsing around town wearing a barely there French

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maid costume wasn’t going to work. She hated crowds, and Halloween had never really been on her radar for fun. Way too many trashed maulers on a pawing frenzy. Add the packed, darkened venues to the mix, and Aubrey’s claustrophobia morphed into sheer panic. “What are we doing for Halloween this year anyway? I don’t want something boring.” Charlotte’s red lips pouted slightly. Aubrey knew that mischievous, doe-eyed look. “You already have an idea, so you might as well spill it.” “I do not!” Aubrey snickered as Charlotte’s fingers began winding around in her curly auburn hair. “See? That’s the tell right there. Anytime you start playing with your hair, we know you’re lying.” “A tell?” Julia asked. Francie Parsons grinned and nodded. “Definitely. A tell is a visual clue when someone is unsure of themselves or is lying about something. Aubrey’s played a few too many hands of poker, I see.” “I have a tell?” Charlotte asked, her sultry voice raising an octave. Aubrey loved her friends like sisters, and it was hard to imagine that seven years had passed since they had met at UCLA. Four starving, homesick girls thousands of miles from family had formed one of their own. But the year had been fraught with stress -- both personal and professional. Sure, having one another for support had made the string of breakups and work mishaps manageable, but that didn’t make for a fun year. And Aubrey suspected all of them wanted to unwind just as much as she did. “What is it?” Francie asked. “It may be too…” Charlotte’s chocolate eyes peered around the abandoned patio area. “It may be too out there for a couple of you.”

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Aubrey smirked when Francie’s petite frame stiffened, her chin lifting stubbornly. Julia shook her head, a perfect blush already staining the china doll complexion they each coveted. Sweeping black ringlets from her forehead, she remained silent. Francie and Julia were the most conservative of the group, but Aubrey suspected they had wild sides yearning to break free of the perfectly pressed power suits. “What if we throw a key party of sorts, except with a unique spin to it?” Charlotte’s eyes danced between the table’s occupants. “What sort of spin?” Francie asked, wariness reflecting in her voice. Aubrey had no doubt it would be wild. That was Charlotte. Wild and uninhibited. A firecracker with no fuse as many lovingly referred to her. “And to clarify by key party you mean the swinging thing they did back in the seventies?” Julia gasped, and Aubrey cast her a sympathetic look. Julia wasn’t as deathly shy as Francie but certainly close. Francie had paled to an almost ashen appearance, her eyes wide and apprehensive. Charlotte laughed. “Not just then, but yes. I was thinking it would be fun if each of us invited as least one guy, and we let them pick out some role-plays.” “Why would they get to pick them?” Aubrey asked, her curiosity piqued by the idea. Her pulse raced as her mind processed the endless possibilities. “Because that way we wouldn’t know who is playing the male roles. It would add to the thrill.” Charlotte took a sip of her drink, her overly dramatic hand gestures paralleling the excitement on her face. “And then we’d draw to see who got which role, and we’d play them that weekend.” “What if it’s…” Aubrey could finish Francie’s sentence.

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Charlotte patted her friend’s hand and smiled. “We all have good taste in men, even if a couple of us are a bit wild. None of them would push us into anything we didn’t want, and there will be a safe word, of course.” Aubrey felt coils of tension wrap around her nerves and constrict. Not even she had given that much power to a man before. This was a different playground entirely, one she didn’t necessarily want to run off, but she couldn’t help wonder if she was ready. No. She was more than ready. This year had seriously sucked. The Fabio wannabe, Dave Sparrow, had turned into a pathological stalker one shutter away from a working camera. Three a.m. heavy breathing calls had annoyed her, dead flowers on her doorstep had pissed her off, but breaking into her home… That had crossed the line into deranged. Aubrey shuddered, running her hands up her bare arms. It had been a month since that incident, and she had moved, turned tail and run like a scared animal from the condo she loved so much. All because some prick couldn’t handle rejection. Mentally affirming her decision, she snapped back to reality. “Safe word?” Julia asked. Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I should have explained. It’s a word that signals an immediate stop to the play.” “Doesn’t ‘stop’ do that?” Francie asked. Aubrey laughed. “Not if you’re playing hard.” Charlotte grinned. “A girl after my heart. So what do you all think?” Aubrey glanced out across the pier, the harbor sounds detracted from the deathly silence at the table. Her heart raced and her pussy moistened at the thought of role-playing. It had been so long since she had. Too long. But playing with a stranger added a new element of daring to the mix, one she wasn’t sure even she was prepared for. “What about safety as far as the men goes?”

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“There’s still plenty of time before Halloween. We can all get tested and play safe,” Charlotte said authoritatively. “Get tested?” Julia asked. “For STDs,” Aubrey added. Julia’s blush was crimson as she looked around the table. “That sounds reasonable to me. I’m tired of being the shy, conservative one of the group.” “I thought that was my role. You were the quiet, elusive one,” Francie said with a smile. “It sounds fun to me.” Aubrey was stunned. She never would have guessed either woman would agree, much less both of them agree so quickly. It was uncharacteristic. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. All their conversations had recently been wrapped around doing something different and daring, and it certainly didn’t get much wilder than Charlotte’s idea. Not for Aubrey at least. Of course, she doubted either Francie or Julia had honed in on what Charlotte had said. At least one man. That implied ménages would be possible. Aubrey’s body pulsated at the chance of fulfilling a fantasy. “Count me in.” Charlotte yelped her exuberance, startling a passing waiter. The women laughed as Francie dove to help balance the careening tray of beverages meant for the table beside them. “So who is everyone inviting?” Francie asked hopefully. Aubrey grinned at the not so subtle question. Quite a few men had drifted through their lives over the years, but most of them shared the same taste in men. She doubted attraction would be an issue for any of them. “I don’t think we should tell one another. It will add to the thrill,” Charlotte said. “I agree,” added Julia. Aubrey gasped. “You do?”

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“Yes, I do. If I’m living on the edge, I’m going to enjoy it and not fret over it weeks before.” Charlotte raised her glass. “Good for you!” Aubrey shifted restlessly in the booth, her body thrummed with anticipation. The Halloween festivities had become much more interesting.

***** “Are you sure that all four of them agreed to this?” Evan’s incredulous voice rose in the small room as the seven men gathered over drinks at his private country club. Todd Mayfield laughed and nodded. He hadn’t believed it himself, but Charlotte had sworn it was true. “Yep.” “Wow.” Matias sat back in the leather seat, clearly shocked by the scenario Todd had drawn for the men. Then again, he couldn’t blame him. Four of the hottest women Todd had ever known wanted to play. Not just any play, but role-play. And the men they chose to play with got to pick the roles. Talk about having your cake and eating it too. Todd’s cock hardened just remembering how much fun Charlotte had been the few times they’d played. Having a chance to play with her again would be great. Tangoing with the other three would be equally thrilling. They had always intrigued him -- such different personalities yet fiercely loyal to one another. He still remembered holding a pissed off Charlotte back as she wielded a bat above her head, her fury directed at that prick Dave. Aubrey had been crazy to get mixed up with him in the first place. Todd had tried to warn her, but she hadn’t wanted to listen. “We get to pick the roles?” Matias asked. Todd nodded his head, eyeing the tall muscular man. He gave a wide berth to Matias. Meeting him in a dark alley wouldn’t be much fun. Todd never believed in backing down

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from a fight, but he’d have to think twice if it was against Matias. The half-Spaniard, halfGreek had been a casual fling of Aubrey’s one summer vacation and turned up in the city not too long after. “Yes. But obviously there’s four of them and seven of us, so a couple of them will have to be group based,” Rex said. Rex Stewart. Todd had only met the man once when he was picking Francie up for dinner. Wow. What if he could play with that little bundle of untapped sex? She had always been strung way too tight and seemed to be waiting for the right man to make her sing. Even though he and Charlotte had only fucked casually a few times, he had managed to finagle his way in as a buddy. Slowly he had inched his way into the tight circle she, Francie, Aubrey, and Julia had formed during their college years. “We’ve got lots of time to refine the roles. I say we go for it. We’d be crazy not to,” Lorenzo said, his long strides taking him across the small room to the wet bar. “Anyone have any objections?” Lorenzo’s suave persona had been too much for Charlotte to resist. Todd had hated him for the first few months, then realized it didn’t matter. Charlotte was really just a friend. Seeing her happy was good. He didn’t consider Aubrey, Francie, and Julia friends. Not that kind anyway.

Shit. Todd’s jaw clenched as he looked around the room. This was the chance he had been waiting for with Francie. His cock hardened at the thought. Three miserable weeks before Halloween. “I’m in, but damn it sucks to have to wait three weeks to figure out which woman we’re playing with.” Matias grinned, his olive complexion highlighting his green eyes. “Not knowing who is the focal point of the role until the last moment will make it all the more exciting -- for them and us.”

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“What made them think of this anyway? I’d seriously like to know what those four girls talk about all the time to concoct shit like this.” Randy Taylor’s voice was filled amusement as he shook his head. “Damn.” Todd laughed along with the other men, swishing the ice in his drink. “We need to make damn sure the roles are intense and daring enough for them. They obviously love to push the envelope. I say we hurl it over the edge.” “Agreed. Did they set any limits?” Evan asked. Todd shook his head. “Not that I was told. We just all need to remember the safe words and get tested before Halloween weekend. Of course we should all refrain from any entertainment until then.” Halloween couldn’t come fast enough. Controlling his raging hard-on for that long was going to be unbearable.

***** The air crackled with sexual tension and anticipation. Charlotte sighed as she nervously played with a stirring straw. This had been her idea, so why did she want to run out of the room and hide? The ravenous gazes of the seven men moved from her to her three equally nervous friends. Julia and Francie looked like they were about to bolt, but two men loomed in the only exit. Charlotte swallowed. “Who’s the dark, dangerous guy in the doorway?” “The one next to Toby?” Francie asked. “I have no idea, but he looks like he’s going to have one of us as an appetizer.” “That wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” Aubrey said. “He’s good at that. His name is Matias.” “Why didn’t we ever meet him?” Julia asked, her fingers fumbling with a loose string dangling from the sleeve of her blouse.

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“I met him while I was on vacation.” Aubrey took a long sip from her straw, her bronzed lips curling into a smile. “He took me for one hell of a ride.” “Aubrey!” Charlotte laughed at Francie’s shocked exclamation. A blush immediately stained her friend’s cheeks. She noticed Todd watching Francie from across the room, his gaze transfixed on her embarrassed friend. He had been a great guy and had become an acquaintance in the past year, which was rare in their close group. It was a shame that their personalities hadn’t meshed better. The sex had been phenomenal, but even Charlotte realized that wasn’t enough to sustain a relationship. He needed someone more stable, someone to balance out his persona. “Oh, you’re going to hear a lot worse tonight, I bet. It’s time you get used to it.” Aubrey shouldn’t have said that. Francie and Julie both had innocent looks on their wary, frantic faces. Charlotte breathed in deeply and smiled at her three friends. “Okay, it’s time to get this started, don’t you think?” Half an hour had passed since they had congregated in the private room at their favorite local club. The bass reverberated through the closed door, rattling the black-andwhite photographs adorning the walls. Tonight’s mission was to find out who would be starring in which roles, pick up the supplies they needed, and then skulk back to their prospective retreats and let their minds mull over the role assigned. Charlotte’s nipples hardened under the constant assessments from around the room. She could feel them all circling, lying in wait for whichever toy was offered to them. Her pussy moistened at the thought. That’s exactly what she needed. That’s exactly what they all needed. The past year had been a major bitch for the four of them. Stress had been through the roof, and their personal lives couldn’t get much worse. Walking toward Todd, Charlotte’s fingers trembled slightly. “You all certainly have the intimidation part down.”

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Todd grinned and hugged her close, his strong arms pressing her fully against him. “And you all have the hard-on factor perfected, but I bet you already knew that.” “I think we should go ahead and get this part going before a couple of the girls bolt.” Todd laughed and pointed over at Francie, who had wedged herself between two buffet tables and was smiling over at the men warily. “I’m sorta surprised she even went for the idea.” “Me too, but she wants to let her hair down.” Charlotte hadn’t meant for the statement to be a pun, but Todd rolled his eyes anyway. As if on cue, Francie fidgeted with the cumber bun hairstyle she had made legendary within their circle. “I hope she has a good time.” “Me too.” Todd moved to the center of the room, whistling over the chattering men. “Let’s get this started so you all can mingle a bit.” Julia pulled Francie to stand beside her, the two women clasping hands as if their death sentence was about to be read. Either that or they were both so excited they couldn’t stand another moment of not knowing. She knew that’s what she and Aubrey felt. Aubrey had already sat in a chair and crossed her legs, her thighs conveniently clenched together. Damn. Why hadn’t she let Aubrey speak for the women? Todd cleared his throat. “I won’t bother explaining why we’re all here because you’d shoot me. So, I think we’ll just let the beautiful ladies draw. They can read the summarized title of the role-play aloud, and the one, or ones in some cases, participating can step forward and explain it in more detail.” Charlotte breathed in deeply and looked over at her friends. Let the games begin.

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Chapter Two

Matias smiled at all the ladies and stepped forward with a Dodgers baseball cap in his right hand. “We wanted to mention that the ones taking part aren’t necessarily the ones that came up with the role.” Matias held the cap up, looking expectantly at the four women. All three of the others remained firmly locked in place. Charlotte’s heart raced. Francie and Julia looked around; their gazes locked onto the wall as if it provided entertainment only they could see. “I guess I’ll draw first then.” Charlotte stepped forward, the tension palpable. She rose up on her tiptoes to reach the cap and groaned softly as her hardened nipples pressed against the expansive chest in front of her. Full edible lips curved into a grin while deep green eyes danced in amusement. He knew exactly what he was doing. Using his forearm to balance herself, she breathed in. She didn’t have to look down to know that he was getting a full view of the swell of her breasts. The swooping neckline hadn’t been designed for a giant to be peering over her.

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At five-eleven she had learned never to wear high heels. Even in the two-inch pumps, he towered over her by at least five inches. Her fingers blindly roamed the nether regions of the black cap feeling around for a sliver of paper. Charlotte laughed triumphantly as she yanked a slip of the neatly folded goldenrod parchment. “Colored paper? You guys surprise me.” Matias shrugged. “The color tells us immediately which of us gets to fuck you.” Her heart slammed in her chest. Her stomach leapt to her throat with each unfolded edge. She moved to step away from Matias, but his arm slid around her waist, locking her in place. She shivered. Damn. She was in serious trouble if he was the one she was playing with. Her eyes scanned the paper, and she gasped. Aubrey chewed her ice cubes. The delicate sucking and spitting motion she had grown accustomed to over the years was the only sound Charlotte could hear. That, and her pulse thudding in her ears. Francie moved to sit beside Aubrey, her gaze cast down to avoid eye contact. Charlotte’s nostrils flared. Matias’s woodsy scent suited him. Rugged. Mysterious. Dangerous. “Why don’t you read the note for everyone?” Matias’s voice caressed her ear, sliding its way to the juncture of her thighs. Charlotte took a step back, her eyes focused on the trembling sheet before her. Heat slid up her cheeks. “You will be…” She paused and willed her faltering voice to work. “You will be taken to the woods outside of the city and deposited in the depths of the forest. Alone. No food. No water. Stripped of everything but the clothes on your back, you will wander aimlessly until you find your way back to the highway. Back to safety.” Charlotte paused, unable to stop the threading desire racing through her body. “But you aren’t alone. For centuries the forest has been his home. His castle. His domain. Everything in it is his. Run fast or you will become his prey. His possession. His toy.”

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Aubrey whistled softly. “Damn. You all should have been erotic romance writers.” The men chuckled, and Charlotte glared at her petite friend who shrugged her shoulders and cast an innocent look her direction. “So who is playing this hunter of the forest? Can Charlotte call him Tarzan? And she can be Jane?” “Aubrey!” Francie slapped at her as the men laughed. Humor had always been Aubrey’s defense, but Charlotte really did want to know who would be hunting her. She had no doubt he’d capture her. Matias’s arm slid around her waist and pulled her against him. Lifting her chin so that their eyes met he grinned. “You’d better hope I don’t catch you too early.” Todd chuckled. “Could she start running now?” She stared into his face, unable to form words to express the reaction exploding in her brain. Shock. Lust. Anticipation. Fear. “You?” The slight nod buckled her knees. Wow. “I’m sure you understand that, just to be fair, you have to wear what you are wearing right now when you get dropped off tomorrow. You can’t get lost in the woods wearing tennis shoes, a backpack, and sweats. It’s all in the spirit of the role, you know.” “I wouldn’t go hiking through the woods without a backpack, and I certainly wouldn’t be wearing stilettos.” Randy laughed. “Told you that was stupid, man.” Matias’s fingers swept across her exposed upper back. “Haven’t you ever wanted to be that girl though? You know, the too-stupid-to-live, fake-breasted woman portrayed in all the movies that does absolutely everything wrong?” The suggestion drifted through her brain and manipulated its way to her wet slit. All she could do was nod. She had always been up for trying things once.

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“Good then. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” He grinned, his lips parted slightly as he turned and walked back toward the congregation of men against the wall. Wobbling slightly, she moved toward the empty seat beside Francie, who cast a sympathetic look her direction. Her body had never leaped to life like that -- not so quickly anyway. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

***** Why the hell was the day whizzing by so fast ? Francie twisted the napkin in her hands, allowing the tattered remains to fall into her lap. Now wasn’t the time for neatness. That mammoth had yet to move from the doorway, or she would have excused herself. She just needed a moment to breathe and ensure she hadn’t lost her freaking mind. No, she hadn’t. Todd’s slow stride took him across the room and into her personal space. He knelt beside her, hat in hand. “I think it’s your turn.” Francie’s pulse raced, her heart stammered. Todd’s casual, yet sensual, demeanor drew out her inner vixen and made her want to purr. She shivered when his fingers grazed her knee. Peering into the hat, aqua blue, rose, and pale green folded paper dared her to touch them. She breathed and looked at Aubrey and Julia. “Couldn’t they go first?” Todd’s fingers continued their circular massage on her knee. Tendrils of awareness strolled up her thighs and to her pussy. Oh, my. She had allowed her suppressed fantasies to leap to the forefront the past two weeks, and that had left her a bundle of unsatisfied nerves each day. It was all about this moment. “Have you ever heard that saying ‘The early bird catches the worm’?” Francie laughed and nodded. “You sure you want to do this? There’s no harm in backing out.”

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Her heart raced wildly. She had lived her life cocooned in the safety net her parents had constructed. Jealousy and regret had become her two confidants over the past few months, watching her more daring friends seize their desires. Caution had been her babysitter in her middle-income Nebraska farmhouse. But she wasn’t in Nebraska any longer, and fantasies didn’t deliver. “No. I need this.” She reached then hesitated, unsure what color to choose. Not that she could go wrong. She knew all the men would be great with her nervousness, but she wanted to really be drawn to the man. It was time for her to be the moth and erupt into lustful flames. “What’s your favorite color?” She shut her eyes, heat filled her cheeks. Where the hell had that question come from? The other men laughed. “That isn’t exactly a fair question,” Evan grumbled. “Shut up, man, she’s five seconds from bolting.” Toby winked at her, and she braved glancing down at Todd who still knelt in front of her. “I’d have to go with the green, I think.” Drawing the green paper from the hat, she breathed in deeply and unfolded it with a speed that defied her rattled nerves. The anticipation thrummed in her, the secret knowledge that it contained Todd’s idea let her inner vixen peek out long enough to endure the rest of tonight. Once it was just them, it would be easier. Francie wasn’t going to do what Charlotte had done and read in advance. That would only heighten her compounding embarrassment. “Tucked away in the country resides a town where the rules are obscured. Women aren’t allowed, and strangers are discouraged from passing through. You will drive through this town, but drive with haste. The local sheriff wields his badge with a force you wouldn’t dare defy.” It was exactly what she secretly wanted -- to be at the mercy of a man, to be desired. And she’d get to experience it with Todd, someone she had secretly lusted for since he’d stopped dating Charlotte. That history had kept her from organizing what little self-

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confidence she could have mustered to pursue him. Friends didn’t fuck their best friend’s exes. But these role-plays made that possible, even if it was just for a weekend.

***** “Whew.” Aubrey fanned herself and smiled over at the remaining men. “Damn, I’m starting to tremble over here. I’m afraid I’ve got more than one of you boys to deal with.” The men grinned, several shifted. Aubrey inhaled another piece of ice, wishing she could run it across her neck and down the valley of her breasts. But she knew that would be crossing the line -- too erotic for a gathering like this. All she wanted was to cool her heated skin before she started taking off clothing. Something about the situation had fired her blood, heated her womanhood to a new level of desire. The men. They had begun their sexual intimidation the moment she and her friends had walked in the door, not that Aubrey minded. Normally, she’d amuse them -- and herself -- and play along. Tonight she would go home alone, and tomorrow she’d get fucked by one of them. Or several. Aubrey shivered at the thought. She knew Francie and Julia would draw praying for that not to happen, but Aubrey would gladly leap at the chance. A ménage had always been her fantasy, but she had never found the perfect opportunity to try. Until now. Crossing her legs, she wished for Charlotte’s height, but her barely over five feet frame was good enough she supposed. Glancing across the room at the group of flirtatious morsels, she realized she was internally rambling. That wasn’t like her. No, she believed in starting the fun if she didn’t get what she wanted soon enough. “Who’s next?” Aubrey rose and sashayed across the room the moment Todd handed the hat over to an unpaired man. Most of them towered at least a foot over her. She pouted when Lorenzo raised the cap high above her like Matias had done with Charlotte. Damn, she had wanted an

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excuse to climb him all night. Her pussy clenched as she peered into the gray eyes framed by unruly dark blond hair. “Poor Aubrey, you’ll have to figure out a way to get all the way up there.” She grinned and kicked off her shoes. “Careful what you ask for, sexy.” Bracing her hands on his upper chest, she allowed her fingers a small squeeze of his nipple. The barely audible growl quickened her pulse, her nipples hardened at the contact with his chest. Wrapping one leg around his waist, she lifted herself until the juncture of her parted thighs met with bulging groin. Climbing him was really dumb. The thought raced through her head as the rough denim scraped against the damp cotton material of her bikini panties. She hadn’t factored in her skirt hiking that far up. Sweet heavens, she could explode right here. One strong arm wrapped around her, his hand squeezed her ass and braced her against him. His voice caressed the swell of her breast as she fought to breathe. “Take your time, sweetheart.” “Down, boy.” Aubrey tried to sound cavalier, but her body raged out of control. She didn’t care what was scrawled on the folded aqua blue sheet. “Is this a good color?” Lorenzo’s deep laughter tumbled out. “You might not think so after the weekend.” Arrows of hope shot through her veins. Opening the paper, she scanned it briefly and didn’t bother to hold back her elation. “Jeannie thought she had it hard with Major Nelson. Unfortunately for you, three men found your bottle, and you must serve them all. Do a good job because if you don’t, this fantasy could repeat again and again and again until you learn the proper way to serve.” Aubrey held the note up to the men. “Okay, who wrote this? Were you all on a Nick at Nite marathon again?” Matias crossed his arms. “If you haven’t already figured it out, little Aubrey here uses humor to deflect nervousness and unease.”

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Damn him. She glowered in his direction, refusing to meet any of their gazes. He was right, but that didn’t make the situation any simpler. Her pussy throbbed as she realized she had gotten her ménage…and more. What did they have planned? “Who will be my masters?” “Evan, Lorenzo, and Rex.” Aubrey didn’t bother to thank Todd for the revelation. Her body had succumbed to the hedonistic delights ravaging her brain. Lorenzo was enough to make her toes curl, but Rex and Evan added to the mix created a raging inferno. She remembered Rex. She had invited him here. Demanding. Bold. That had been his style when they dated briefly. His dark desires had scared her younger self, but today’s Aubrey was ready for another round. And Evan. She didn’t know him. She wasn’t even sure which of her friends he had dated or when, not that that surprised her. Careers had barreled to the forefront of their lives the past couple of years. But his quiet demeanor, thick brown hair, and almond-colored eyes would melt her insides easy enough she suspected. His slight smirk made him elusive. She smiled at the three men and sauntered back to her seat. Looking down at Julia, she saw her hands tremble slightly. “I left a couple of them for you.”

***** Julia realized that all too well. Toby and Randy. She thought that was their names. She remembered Randy from when he dated Francie briefly back in their junior year in college. That felt like ages ago. He still looked as edible as ever though. Toby was still there -- looming in the door like a tiger about to spring on its prey. Ignoring his existence hadn’t been easy, especially since she felt his eyes boring into her. She wasn’t sure what to think about him. But she’d better figure it out quickly because there was a sheet of paper walking in her direction with a ménage of some sort on it. At least she assumed that what it was.

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Randy beamed a lightly freckle-faced smile down at her and held out the cap. “Your paper, madam.” Julia couldn’t help but smile as he thrust the baseball cap on his strawberry blond head and waited. Watching. She unfolded the piece of paper and closed her eyes, clearing her mind of the endless possibilities floating around. What-ifs were done. Reality was in her hand. She chanced a glance at Randy and regretted it. The smile still lit up his handsome face, her pulse raced in response. The Midwestern farm boy had always made her pulse race. She could never do anything about it. Shaking herself away from more what-ifs, she looked down at the paper. “You naughty little thing. You took your wedding ring off, and it fell down the drain. But money is tight. You must negotiate a deal of some sort with the handyman when he arrives. Don’t worry. We’re sure you’ll come up with something worth his time. But don’t waste time because hubby’s on his way home.” The paper slipped from her hands and fell onto her feet. Randy would be a good handyman to her naughty housewife. Moisture culminated between her legs. Maybe she could find another couple of things that needed fixing. She smiled devilishly and glanced over at Toby. He made her nervous, but taking a page out of Aubrey’s shameless book seemed to be a good idea.

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Chapter Three

He’d set traps to snare her. Charlotte bent over and rested her hands on her knees. Not even lungs full of the woods’ clean air aided her breathing. A bird cawed from its perch overhead, and she grimaced. It was almost dusk. For four hours she had wandered around aimlessly. After two, she realized she had been going in circles. Her Boy Scout father would be ashamed. So far, she had discerned she was somewhere near Mt. Tamaulipas State Park, but she wasn’t sure whether she was in it or on private lands. Her legs ached even though she had defied the rules and worn flats. Too many years hiking with her family had taught her not to even attempt heels in this terrain. Not when she was being chased. She shivered. He was watching. The feeling refused to vacate her weary body. The cat-and-mouse game had officially begun.

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He had let her become familiar with her surroundings, had allowed her defenses to wane under exhaustion. He was a hunter, and she was his prey. A loud growl echoed through the dense redwood and Douglas firs. Her heart beat frantically as her mind tried to process the sound’s position. Was that a mountain lion? Her overactive imagination? She laughed. One karate kick could probably throw him by surprise and give her a chance to flee. A carefully timed roundhouse should work. She intended to make him work.

No Korte goes down without a fight. No way. No how. Anticipation thrummed through her, ready to spring forward. She wanted him to catch her. The thought hadn’t kept her from doing her best to get out of the woods, but she didn’t expect to outrun him. A shadow flashed in her peripheral vision, then disappeared behind the massive trees to her left. Charlotte sprinted, unsure of where to go. Another growl pierced the air around her, the fear raging through her veins palpable in the biting air. There wasn’t time to look back. Footsteps thundered behind her. What if this wasn’t part of the game? What if it was some animal? Her legs burned, her muscles ached. Reality demanded that the grueling, breakneck pace end soon. A heavy weight pressed between her shoulder blades, and she cried out as the earth raced toward her. Something had pounced. Hot breath caressed her neck. Someone.

Please let it be Matias. She fought, kicking wildly at anything in her way. A snarl stilled her flailing. Wait. Let

him think he’s bested you. Fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her head back as she was forcefully turned over. Her gaze focused on the creature that had hunted her down.

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Charlotte couldn’t breathe. He looked wild like the wilderness, hungry. Dark brown tousled hair framed his chiseled face; curious green eyes met hers. He moved slightly, and she crab crawled backward. Matias stood. Every fiber of her body ceased movement seeing his naked olive toned skin on full display. A small band of material gathered around his waist tented above his cock. Moisture formed between her legs.

Don’t give in. Not this easily. You’re a Korte. That means you fight tooth and nail. Never give in. Charlotte leaped into the air and honed her kick to the center of his massive core. Their groans intertwined. Never had kicking someone’s upper stomach made her leg ache that much. She collapsed, a stab of pain at her right ankle. A scowl crossed his face, and she screamed as he pulled on her leg. Her ass dragged against the sod beneath her with the forceful tug on her left leg. Her twisted ankle throbbed. “Let me go!” Her screamed words were met with another scowl; his large hand ran up her exposed calve. Kneeling, he pulled her toward him. Tingles danced across her skin as he forced her injured leg up.

Breathe. Charlotte inhaled, her gaze riveted on his slow movements as his fingers delicately ran around her sprained ankle. Concern flashed across his features, but then disappeared. She screamed and punched his torso as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Matias’s thighs glided against hers, his weight pressed her to the ground. The contact was almost unbearable to battle. It made her want him even more. She hadn’t expected desire to strike down her will to outrun him so easily. Resistance had been her plan, but surrender was the only option in her mind.

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Greedy hands squeezed her breasts and tore at her blouse. Charlotte bucked under him and hissed her outrage. Cool air brushed against her hardened nipples, the responding shiver slid down her entire body. Awareness tingled up her thighs as her movements slid her skirt above her hips. “What are you doing in my domain?” “Please just let me go, and I’ll make my way out. I got lost.” That was certainly true enough. She had no idea where she was. “I keep what I catch.” How did he know exactly what to say to shift her body into overdrive? Charlotte pushed against him, but the effort to gain freedom died the moment his mouth seized hers. The savage kiss was meant to incapacitate her senses. It did nothing but set her on fire. Matias pinned her down as his tongue captured its prey. He groaned against her, his sultry taste seeped through her will to continue fighting. Digging her fingernails into his back didn’t help, nor did the grinding of his cock against her wet panties. Nothing would help except having his cock buried inside her. The cool air lapped across her heated skin as he rose up and lifted her in his arms. Remembering she was supposed to be resistant, she kicked and flailed in his embrace but he growled. Adrenaline surged in her blood. Battling for dominance had always been a fantasy of hers, and Matias made an ideal primal male. Would he fuck with the same raw, animalistic persona? “You cannot escape me. Don’t try.” “A Korte doesn’t surrender. Ever.” “Then the Korte shall pay the price for that stubbornness.” Charlotte’s pride bowed up within her. “Who are you?” Her voice trembled from the cold.

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“That doesn’t matter.” He began walking, small rays of the setting sun poured in through the trees. “You shouldn’t have come into my lands.” “You own this land?” “Yes.” Charlotte grew intrigued by the plot of the role-play. She honestly hadn’t expected him to speak at all. Going with a Tarzan-type role would have suited her, but this brought her mind into the mix. The added spice of mental bantering stirred her creativity. “You speak very good English for a savage.” “I’m not a savage.” “You dress like one.” Matias glared at her, his steps faltered slightly. She moaned as he squeezed her breast. “I guess that means I get to act like one.” She remained silent, unsure of what barb would work best with that statement. He paused in front of a makeshift hovel. Comprised of animal pelts, sticks and various other items, she was impressed that he had gone to the effort to construct anything for the role-play. How had he found the time? Matias stepped into it and set her down. Her breath hitched. Animal pelts lined one wall, a group of stones stood in the center with a pile of wood on top. Charlotte looked up and silently nodded her approval at the ventilation hole in the roof. Other than being square, the interior reminded her of the teepees her father and brother used to camp in. “This is your home?” “One of them. I have several throughout my lands.” He set her down and glared. “Don’t move. If I have to chase you again, you’ll regret it.” The dare was almost worth sprinting out of here. If her ankle hadn’t been hurt, she would have. “You can’t just take me. People will know that I’m gone.” “They’ll never find you.”

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Matias knelt beside her and pried her thighs apart. She slapped his hand. “Don’t touch me.” He sneered and reached behind him. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way then.” Charlotte swallowed. A gasp filled the room as she saw the thin straps of animal pelt and a wooden spike. She shook her head. “Hell, no.” Anticipation leaped within her as he covered her with a speed that defied reason. She pushed and kicked, but his powerful thighs held her down. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes at the reality that she couldn’t stop him if she wanted to. Matias pinned her arms above her head and slammed the spike into the ground. The pelts beneath her heated her skin. She tugged against the makeshift restraints but knew it would do her no good. She glared up at him. “You won’t get away with this.” “Who’s going to stop me? You?” He ripped the shreds of her top off and tossed them into the center of the lean-to. “Go ahead and scream, but I know you want this. I can smell your sex.” Charlotte suppressed her groan, her nipples hardening as he flicked them with his thumbs. Damn, she wanted him to fuck her already. “Don’t, please.” Matias turned and retrieved a knife from behind him, and she gasped. He smiled and cut away her skirt. “Relax. You’ll love how hard I fuck.” She closed her eyes as he pulled her panties down. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Holy shit. She was really doing this. She bucked and kicked, but he dug his hands into her thighs until she winced. “Don’t do this, please.” His skin glistened in the pale light wafting through the opening. One flick removed the loincloth and exposed his gorgeous hard cock. Charlotte itched to touch him, but that wasn’t part of the role-play.

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Kneeling between her parted legs, Matias sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. Teeth nipped at the sensitized flesh until she cried out. Fingers stroked her wet pussy, sliding in slowly when she bucked to meet them. “That’s it, just relax and enjoy it.” Charlotte tensed when he laughed. “Your body betrays you. It wants me to fuck it.” “No, it doesn’t.” His fingers plunged into her and moved in a circular motion until she gasped. “Oh, really?” She couldn’t speak. She wanted him inside her. Now. Desire shot through her as he rubbed her clit, driving her over the edge into a pleasurable cascade of sensation. She rode his fingers, fucking them slowly as he massaged her nub. Never had an orgasm been this sudden, this overwhelming. She collapsed against the furs and looked up at his amused face. Matias murmured inaudible words to her as he slid his thick shaft into her pussy. “You feel so good. I knew you would.” Charlotte moaned and tugged against the immobilizing spike. She wanted to touch him, to feel his muscles tense beneath her fingertips. Matias tweaked her nipples, his fingers foraged a trail across her skin for his mouth to follow. Sweet heavens, those full lips of his were driving her crazy. His cock continued to plunge into her; the pleasure created by the fullness spiraled within her. She tilted her lower body to meet his thrusts. No one had ever fucked her with the intensity fueling each of Matias’s thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you all night.” His husky voice tumbled in her ears, his lips sucked her earlobe. “All you can do is lie there and enjoy.”

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Charlotte hissed her displeasure. Lying back and taking it wasn’t her style. She needed interaction. She craved control. Laughter filled the air, and she whimpered as he repositioned her. With her legs on his shoulders, his cock went deeper. A look of pleasure crossed Matias’s face each time she clenched her pussy around his shaft. She couldn’t help but smirk, realizing she held more power in her helpless position than he cared to admit. Gyrating herself against his body, she moaned when her clit glided across his heated skin. He growled and tensed above her. An orgasm overpowered her again, waves of pleasure lapped across her skin and flowed through her body. Surrendering to his hungry kiss, she tasted his lips as they rode their shared releases. Matias released her arms from their confines before collapsing. A sigh of appreciation escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around him. To hell with the role-play, at least for these few minutes. This was the part she loved the most, the moments right after a mind-blowing orgasm, when both people’s defenses were down. The few blissful minutes allowed Charlotte to feel without thinking, to respond without justification. Of course, she knew not all men enjoyed these moments. Some turned and ran the second they pulled out. “Unbelievable,” Matias whispered against her ear. “I see I caught a good toy. You’ll amuse me for quite a while.” Charlotte slid her fingernails down his back, thankful to finally have the chance to savor the feel of his skin responding to her touch. He wasn’t going to slip from the role-play easily. Her pussy flooded with renewed anticipation. “Does that mean you’re letting me go now?” He kissed her neck, bracing his weight with his arms. “Hardly. I may keep you.” Charlotte kicked as he rose up and began flipping her onto her stomach. “Don’t touch me.”

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Matias laughed. “You’re body wasn’t saying that just a minute ago.” He tugged her hair, his breath fell on her throat. “I love the way your body responds to mine -- how your nipples harden of their own accord.” “You won’t get away with this.” “Mmm. You said that earlier,” he taunted as he pushed her onto all fours, “but it didn’t stop me from doing this.” Charlotte gasped as Matias rammed his cock deep inside of her wet pussy. One firm, deep thrust had buried him completely in her slickened channel. A loud masculine groan of satisfaction mixed with his small bout of laughter. “God, I love fucking you.” Nothing mattered other than that moment. Nothing existed beyond him plunging into her in a quickening pace. The fingers that pinched and twisted her nipples swept her further into the hedonistic web that Matias spun. What if this was real? Pleasure thrummed through her entire body as she gasped with each smooth stroke into her. “I’m going to fuck you like this every day. Here, on my land, where no one will hear your cries of need.” “No.” She gasped, unable to form any words other than that. “Yes, this is what you were meant for. To be here, with me, getting fucked whenever I need to feel you around my cock. To fuck however I want to fuck you.” Matias pulled out of her, the building crescendo of emotions reduced to a whimpered plea for him to return. “Stay where you are. I think it’s time to see how good you really are.” Charlotte shivered at the ominous comment as she remained on all fours. Her knees threatened to buckle, her breathing uncontrollable. Anticipation tingled down her skin when Matias returned, his hand trailing over her back and down the backs of her thighs. Warm fluid coated her puckered hole, his finger gliding across it slowly. “You should feel honored. I don’t do what I’m about to do with all of the girls I capture, just the ones I want to keep around for a long time. It’s…” he paused for effect, “a rite of passage.”

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She scrambled forward, but his hand looped around her waist and dragged her back. Her ass pressed against his stiff shaft. “That was stupid. Where were you going to go?” Running was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew it would enhance the play. She relaxed against him, allowed the threads of pleasure to wrap around her as he massaged her breasts. Spooning had never satisfied her as much as it did right now. “That’s much better. Now, be a good girl and get back into position.” She bolted from the confines of his makeshift home. Darkness had fallen, but the full moon splayed through the trees and offered just enough light to see a few feet. Owls hooted their shared anxiety as she frantically eyed the surroundings. She wanted to play, but she wasn’t about to land in trouble doing so. Orange reflective points caught her attention. Oh. My. God. Nestled among the vegetation beside her, a small path of barely visible beacons foraged a trail through the woods. She ran, her heart racing. Following the trail seemed the most sensible plan. Would he follow? The soft undersides of her feet ached and she shivered from the cold wind slicing into her skin. None of that mattered. Not now. Her heart continued pounding wildly, keeping pace with her increased run, limp, run down the trail. Her ankle stabbed reminders that it wasn’t in agreement with her plan, but she ignored it. She couldn’t hear him behind her. What if he didn’t chase her? She didn’t want to be naked and lost in the woods. Oh, shit. What if she really got lost, and he couldn’t find her. What if these orange lights weren’t his doing? The thoughts ate away at her self-confidence. A babbling stream echoed in front of her and she slowed her run. Water. She padded her way to the sound, her pulse raced in delight. She gasped seeing a small inlet adorned with flat rocks beside the babbling stream. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted several flickering candles. What had he planned?

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Chapter Four

Damn, he wanted to fuck Charlotte again. Matias squirmed behind the ancient redwood and attempted to think of anything but the long, sensuous legs his skin still remembered locked around him. And the wet, tight channel that had clutched his cock with the perfect strength.

Damn. Moonlight poured through the canopy, bathing her beautiful face with its rays. He groaned and shifted his stance, imagining her lush lips wrapped around his throbbing dick. So much for taking the rest of tonight slow -- he wanted to pounce on her like a hungry animal. Her exposed, creamy breasts heaved from her labored breathing. The hardened nipples made him salivate like a rabid beast. He was. At least he seemed to be with her. How the fuck had that happened? Matias didn’t want to think about it. Not now. All that mattered was sliding inside of her and hearing that sexy cooing sound she made right before she orgasmed. And the way her fingernails dug into him and forced his dark, primal side to awaken.

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Charlotte stepped timidly into the water. He had imagined the coolness would be a welcomed sensation against her overheated skin. This was a deviation in the role-play, but Matias didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like anyone would know -- and he couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than watching a woman bathe. He recalled the almond and honeysuckle scented soap he had personally selected. Watching her smell it and dip it into the water made his dick stir. She was bound to be freezing, but that didn’t stop her from bringing the small bar up and running it sensuously down her throat. The tips of her hair teased the water as she threw her head back. The soap trailed across her skin and over a hardened nipple. Matias licked his lips as she moaned softly, her fingers pinching the taut bud. One delicate hand held the sudsy bar and ran it across her upper stomach. A step forward took her farther into shallow water, and Matias’s pulse quickened in response. Charlotte had to know he was watching. How else could she be this incredibly breathtaking? The moonlight bathed her in its soft glow, as she smiled and dipped the bar under the water. Matias’s lungs ceased breathing as he watched her eyes widen and heard her loud gasp of delight. Water splashed softly as her hand moved underwater. Fingers tweaked her nipples as she continued to toy with the soap beneath the water’s surface. What was she doing? Matias resisted the urge to stroke his throbbing cock. Only she could satisfy his hunger. Charlotte tossed her head back, a soft cooing noise filled the area.

Shit. Matias lost reason as he sprang forward and dove into the water. Nothing could stop him from tasting her sweet lips and nibbling her succulent breasts. Nothing. Her eyes were wide in shock, her breathing as labored as his. “How long have you been there?” His mouth took hers, tasted the sweetness he had been craving. “You shouldn’t have teased me like that,” Matias whispered against her mouth.

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“I couldn’t resist.” His lips seized hers; their tongues collided. He trailed kisses down her exposed neck while his free hand squeezed her left breast. Sucking a pert nipple into his mouth he savored Charlotte’s soft sigh as she relaxed her body against his. This moment was why he had craved her so much. When she did something, she did it all the way. Even now her entire body was relaxed, willingly offered to him. There was no half measure with Charlotte, and his primal side loved that fact. He slid his hand into the water and ran it across her thigh. Trailing kisses up her chilled skin, he paused at her ear. “What were you doing with that soap?” “I’ll never tell.” “Was it this?” he slid his fingers across her slit, savoring the quivering response. Charlotte thrust her mound into his hand, his cock hardened as he imagined plunging deep inside of her. Damn, the sweet agony of waiting would kill him. “This isn’t exactly in character you know,” he whispered. A tumble of soft laughter echoed through the area. “You mean you don’t think I could be one of those too-stupid-to-live girls in the horror films? I could see one of them stopping in the midst of fleeing a freak of nature to take a leisurely bath in the woods.” Matias knew very little about Charlotte, but he doubted she was anything other than highly intelligent. Her charm and quick wit implied that much. Playing with bimbos had never satisfied him. He needed a woman who would spar with him mentally as well as sexually. That’s the only reason he had agreed to the role-playing idea -- it gave his mind something to manipulate and react to. It turned a ho-hum sexual encounter with a gorgeous woman into a mental game of cat and mouse. A battle of wills. But the minx in his arms was far from reluctant. He groaned when she squirmed against him.

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Her lips ran across his skin, stopping to suck and nibble his nipple. She giggled at his responding growl of warning before sliding her arms around his waist and into the water. One hand cupped his ass as the other wrapped around his aching cock. Desire shot through his entire body, his muscles tightened in anticipation as she pumped his shaft with her hand. She was taking charge. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He needed to get the role-play back on track before he lost himself in her entirely. Sweet fuck, how had his need for her spiraled so out of control? Charlotte laughed softly, her tongue sliding across his shoulder. “You’re too tense. That makes me think you’re not enjoying this.” “You shouldn’t have run.” Matias grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to look at him and unhand him. “All you had to do was accept my will as your own.” He couldn’t think beyond her heavy breathing, his pulse raced to keep beat with the tempo of hers. A smile spread across her beautiful face, her chocolate brown eyes closed. He knew the game was back on the moment they reopened. Matias braced himself for the attack. Charlotte’s arms swung toward his torso, but he pinned them behind her and used his weight to press her toward the rocks at the edge of the water. “Feigning desire only boosts my lust for you to a new level, minx. That wasn’t very smart.” “Please, just let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone you’re out here.” Charlotte amazed him with her ability to get into the role so quickly. Playing with her every day would be fun. “No one would believe you.” He lifted her out of the water and forced her to kneel on the flat rocks. “You won’t get away with this.” Matias chuckled and looked down at her. “Who’s going to stop me?” He tugged on her hair again and smiled. Her lips were already parting. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He knew how hard that made staying in role. Hell, he was

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fighting every step of the way to remember he was supposed to be taking whatever he wanted. “Turn around, and get on all fours.” He saw her shiver slightly as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they burned with the same lust he felt raging through his dick. “No.” Matias chuckled. “Don’t think you can stop me from taking you however I want. You’re just making it harder on yourself. Get on all fours. Now.” “I won’t be taken like an animal on a hard rock.” Reality slammed into his mind as he thought about her statement. He had thought the location beside the stream would be romantic and add to the theme of the role-play. But he hadn’t factored in the discomfort of the rock.

Freaking dumb ass. It pained him to part with the brook, but he was a reasonable person and he knew she wouldn’t give up on this. The stubborn set to her jaw had already formed. “If I take you back to the tent, will you be good and take it?” Charlotte was quiet. His dick throbbed as he waited for her answer. The soft nod of her head made the impulse to drag her back and fuck her senseless hard to control. “Good. Let’s go then.” He helped her back to her feet and saw the fear etched on her face. Either she was truly terrified or a damned good actress.

***** Anticipation gave way to anxiety in Charlotte. Her pulse pounded as each step took her closer to the tent she had just run from. She felt Matias behind her and knew what was going to happen.

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Anal intercourse had never been something she enjoyed much, and the sheer determination he had made her apprehensive. What if she didn’t enjoy it? Would he honor the safe word? So far the play had been nothing but spectacular, so her fear made no sense. He had given her no real reason to worry, other than the intensity of his need. She wasn’t used to a man wanting her that much. The path gave way to the clearing and her footsteps slowed as her eyes stared at the hovel Matias had constructed for the role-play. His hands ran up and down her arms, and she shivered in an odd mixture of delight and nerves. “Do you fear me that much?” “Why wouldn’t I? You captured me in the woods, staked me to the ground, and fucked me.” “You wanted it to happen, just like you secretly want this too.” Matias’s hand covered hers as he pulled her gently toward the makeshift home. Her body hummed with renewed excitement. Not responding to the statement was the only way she could bolster enough courage to enjoy whatever he had planned for the rest of the evening. Entering the tent, she swallowed when she saw the stakes used on her previously. Would he use them again? Moonlight streamed through the structure’s open ceiling and beamed on his sinewy flesh. The corded muscles had been irresistible to touch earlier, and her palms already burned with the need to do so again. She gave in to the temptation and smiled when he tensed slightly. The way his body flexed under her wandering perusal made Charlotte’s pussy wet. She tugged on his head and captured his lips with hers, her tongue demanding entry to his mouth. Passivism had never been a strong suit of hers, and the raging hunger to have Matias inside her again had to be appeased. His hands looped around her as she savored the

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taste and smell of him. It was rugged and masculine. His rough, demanding persona beckoned her wild side out to play. He was exactly what she needed to jumpstart her comatose sex life. The type of man that could not only satisfy her every sexual desire, but fuel her fantasies with even more hedonistic indulgences. Matias pulled away and led them to the makeshift bedding. He stretched out on it and looked up at her in amusement. “Are you going to have your way with me now too?” Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Maybe.” “That won’t stop what is going to happen. You know that, right?” “I know.” Charlotte straddled him and roamed her fingers across his corded stomach. His fingers grazed her cheek before trailing a path to her shoulders and down to her breasts. Her skin quivered wherever he touched her. “You’re used to being in charge, aren’t you?” She wasn’t sure what had made him veer from the forged role-play, but she suspected he had sensed her fear outside. His toned-down dominance brought out her inner vixen to play. This was what Charlotte was familiar with. “Sometimes, yes.” “Sometimes is good. That implies you’re okay with taking turns. I can handle that.” The statement brought a rush of exuberance to her insides. “That’s the way I like it actually.” “Me too.” Matias smiled at her admission, and she looked away, unable to handle the rush of emotions tumbling within her. This weekend wasn’t supposed to be about anything serious. It was a chance to relax and enjoy herself. Yet here she was spinning what-ifs around one of the most charismatic and breathtakingly handsome men she had ever met. And to top it off the chemistry between them was enough to melt a nuclear reactor. “Do you have anyone special out there?”

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She paused at the question, stunned by the depth of it. Why would it matter? “Would you let me go if I did?” “Probably not.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “Something happened to you that made you run from civilization. What was it?” Matias seized her arm and pulled her down onto the mat beside him. He loomed over her before she realized what had happened. “That isn’t something I discuss with anyone.” Anger flavored his lips as they claimed hers, his teeth grazed her bottom lip in warning to accept his will. Her pussy throbbed with the same intensity his kiss held. The sensual assault continued, giving her no time to think or breathe. His hands teased, pinched, and kneaded their way down her flesh until her entire body was a bundle of nerves ready to explode. Matias’s cock thrust into her before she was aware of his intent. Each stroke was hard and demanding. Her hips pistoned forward to meet the powerful thrusts. Charlotte grinned up at him, now aware she held more power with his mighty control than she had originally thought. The man’s ability to remain in character the entire time shocked her. He’d be a great long-term partner. His ability to experiment like this would alleviate the boredom she sometimes experienced with men. The cool air lapped across her skin when he withdrew and moved off her. “Get on your knees, and turn around.” Stakes wouldn’t help him if she refused, at least she couldn’t figure out how. The urge to resist the demand fed the argumentative part of her personality. She grinned slightly and saw a flash of pain shoot across his face. Her gaze slid down his tense body and to his hard cock. No. Delaying their mutual gratification accomplished nothing. She turned around and knelt on her knees, her hands trembling slightly as she wondered what he’d do.

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Pleasure raced through her pussy as he slid back into it from behind. Charlotte cried out as he began thrusting, the new position adding depth to each move. Matias’s hands dug into her hips, keeping her locked into position. She wanted to hiss her annoyance. Moving to meet his thrusts would increase her enjoyment. “This is what I want to do with you every night.” Her pussy clenched. “You can pretend to fight it, but I feel your body responding to me. The way your hips want to meet my lunges into your sweet cunt.” Matias’s hand left her hip and trailed between her legs. She couldn’t have stopped the orgasm from shattering around her if she had tried. Her body convulsed around his cock the moment his fingers began rubbing her clit. Spasms overpowered her, waves of orgasm ripped through her body. He slid his hard cock from her and moaned his approval. Warm lubricant saturated her puckered hole, but she was too sated to worry. She trusted that he wouldn’t bring her anything but pleasure. The man coaxed sensations out of her easier than anyone she had ever met. No one had brought her to this level of lust before. She didn’t understand why her body responded to him so easily, nor did she care. All that mattered was the intense need he created and satisfied better than anyone. “Just relax and enjoy the feeling of me taking you.” The rip of the condom packet registered in her mind. Gratitude filled her that at least he was able to remember responsibility. There was no room in her sensation inebriated brain for that thanks to him. Raw desire mixed with a healthy shot of awareness, a steady tap of pleasure, a splash of uninhibited curiosity, and a dabble of uncertainty to create a hedonistic elixir that left her a mass of nerves more than ready for whatever he had planned.

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Charlotte braced herself for an awkward and clumsy invasion, but it never happened. Instead, a methodical motion of gentle pressure and a slow push filled her. She gasped when he began to enter her. “That’s it. Just stay relaxed.” To her surprise, he did not move. Her body slowly acclimated to his presence. A moan escaped her parted lips, and he began thrusting in her. His curses and moans filled the small area and wrapped awareness around her. She was giving him pleasure so intense he was losing his mighty control over his reaction. Empowered by the realization, Charlotte began undulating under him. Her hips moved backward to meet each stroke into her. For the first time his hands didn’t force her to remain in place. She hadn’t known it could be like this. So intimate. So emotional. Surrendering to his ministrations and accepting the pleasure he could give her liberated her. It felt right. Matias cried out, his fingers rubbing her clit. He pulled her toward him so that her back rested against his chest. His cock released its pleasure within her. Gripping his thighs, she savored the last of the contact before her own orgasm spiraled around her. Spent from the mind-blowing session, weariness seized her muscles. She wished the brook she had bathed in earlier was heated. Diving into it sounded like a wonderful idea. She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but right now she was comfortably sated. Well fucked. She shivered as Matias nestled them onto the makeshift sleeping mat. Embers from the fire crackled and popped in the ensuing silence. No words could describe the mixed emotions scampering in her brain. She was relieved that he seemed as comfortable with saying nothing as she was. It was unfortunate that they wouldn’t have the entire weekend like everyone else, but she understood he had business to attend to. She couldn’t help but speculate what sent him around the world so often, and she secretly hoped she could find out before the night was over.

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A shrill beep filled the area, and Charlotte’s heart raced as she jumped in Matias’s arms. “Shit!” He reached under a nearby fur and pulled out a BlackBerry. The savage was technically hooked up. Laughter tumbled out of her. Nothing like modern-day technology to break his character. Amusement danced in her as she settled against him and remained as silent as her merriment allowed. “This had better be really good.” Charlotte could hear a raised voice on the other end of the line, but the words were indiscernible. “Why?” Another bout of silence blanketed the area as Matias listened to the caller. “No, you can’t talk to her. There are three of you. You can figure it out for yourselves, for fuck’s sake.” Matias ended the call and slammed the phone down onto the mat. “Sorry about that.” “Everything okay?” She assumed she was who he had referred to, and her curiosity was piqued. “I’m sure it’s fine. One of the guys wanted to ask you a question about Aubrey, but he wouldn’t tell me what.” “Oh, good grief.” “That’s what I said. My God, they outnumber her three to one. They should be able to handle whatever she dishes out.” His hands ran down her arm as he settled beside her. “Why didn’t they ask you? I mean, you know her too.” “Not as well as you do. I haven’t seen her in a long time and even when I did, it was very casual.” His mouth trailed down her neck. Tingles prickled her skin.

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“She’s had a hard year.” Charlotte felt immense sympathy for Aubrey and the prick of an ex she had endured for the past few months. Not even the police could do anything to help her. “I’m sure she’s having a blast right now.” Matias pulled her against him. “Now, I vote we stop thinking about them and get back to what we were doing.” “We weren’t really doing anything.” “Yes, we were. We were falling asleep in one another’s arms.”

***** Charlotte laughed as Matias dove into the water. Running his hands through his drenched hair, he smiled at her. “Come on in.” Her muscles ached from their excursion into the forest. The morning had greeted her with a breakfast befitting a queen, along with a new plain cotton Indian-styled dress. The beige colored outfit was cinched at her waist and ended halfway down her thighs. Thankfully, her ankle had gotten better, so the two of them had decided to explore the area. She was surprised Matias knew so much about the vegetation and terrain of the area. The only thing that had been more pleasurable than spending time with him was making love to him each time they stopped to rest. Her wet pussy clenched as she stepped into the water. She knew they were heading back to real life as soon as they finished bathing in the water. It was one of the reasons she had stalled. Ending the role-play was too difficult for her to think about. She wrapped her arms around him and savored the taste of his lips as they claimed hers. Damn, the man still tasted as good as he had the first time he had kissed her. Wrapping her legs around him, she allowed his body to support them both.

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Matias walked them over to the flat rock and reached up for the bar of soap she had deposited there in haste last night. “When I smelled this in the store, I thought of you and how much I’d enjoy bathing you.” Shock filled her as she heard the admission. It was the first out of character statement Matias had said, aside from the cell phone call earlier. “Really? I’d imagine you’ve washed quite a few women. I shouldn’t be any different.” The statement smacked of jealousy, and Charlotte wished she could take it back. But it hung in the air between them as he grinned and lathered his hands. She released her grip on his shoulders and unwound her legs from around him. The water only came up to her waist. His hands lathered her body, slowly running over her breasts and arms. He diligently cleansed her back as well. “I’ve always found a bathing woman to be the most erotic thing.” “Did you watch me?” She had hoped he watched her before. His voice tickled her ear as he wound his arms around her from behind. “Yes. You know that I did.” Her soft moan filled the air as his hands ran up her thighs. “You were gorgeous. You are gorgeous.” The soap ran across her legs underwater. She spread them before he commanded her to and gasped when the bar ran across her throbbing pussy. Fingers thrust into her. “I knew you had orgasmed for me because of that sound you make.” “Sound?” Charlotte was afraid to find out what noise she made when pleasure was overwhelming her. What if it was bad? “A sexy coo that makes my dick throb.” Charlotte reached behind her to grasp his shaft. “Your poor cock.” “I know. It wanted to fuck you so bad.” She moaned. “It does a great job at it too.”

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Matias rubbed her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. She fought the waves of pleasure building inside her. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck and guided his cock into her. Her pussy squeezed his cock with each stroke; his hands dug into her hips as they guided each thrust. She wished she could see his firm ass clenching with each grinding move into her. God, she loved his body. The way he responded to her so openly freed her to do the same. He dipped her into the water up to her neck, and she laughed. “What the hell are you doing?” Lifting her back up, he grinned. His mouth licked the newly rinsed skin of her shoulders, down to the swell of her breasts. “You little devil.” He laughed. “No, that’s you.” She cried out as her orgasm seized her body. He growled with his own release as she convulsed in his arms. Her breathing steadied as she nestled her head against his shoulder. Wrapped around him, she hoped he could hold her like this for a moment more before they had to break apart. She saw him looking around and giggled. “I’m afraid we lost your coveted soap.” Matias ran his hand down her back. “That’s okay. I just wanted that scent around to remind myself of you.” Sadness consumed her as she willed herself not to ask about the future in anyway. The weekend had been about temporary pleasure -- a break from the normalcy that had overcome her existence. She couldn’t taint the unbelievably perfect play they had shared just because she didn’t want to let go. “What time does your flight leave?” “Six, I think.” “You do realize it was four when I asked you if you wanted to take a bath, right?”

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“A man can’t resist a woman and her bath.” “You’re crazy.” “No, I’m just smitten for this girl I found wandering in my territory.” Her heart pounded hearing the statement as she wondered how true it was. The man was the saint of role-play as far as she was concerned, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask for more. It wasn’t meant to be. She had to keep reminding herself of that. “Do you want me to drive you to the airport?” “No. That’s okay. It’s a private charter plane, so if I have to delay it isn’t a huge deal. I had an extra hour to play around with.” “What is it that you do exactly?” she asked. Silence filled the area. “I’m an international mediator, of sorts.” Charlotte shook her head, realizing he was going to be mysterious regardless of what she did. “Well, I think we need to get you dressed and to that plane, Mr. Mediator.” She unwrapped herself from him and took a deep breath, demanding that she keep it together for the good-bye. She had always sucked at good-byes. Matias cupped her face and kissed her lips softly. “You were absolute perfection, Charlotte.”

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Chapter Five

Francie Parsons swatted at the GPS locator of the rented 2007 black BMW. The damn thing never had worked right. Common sense reasoned that she should turn around rather than get lost. After all, the role-play didn’t call for her to be discombobulated; she just needed to pretend to be. Pretending had become her middle name. Small-town Nebraska farm girls learned quickly that the easiest way to fit in was to blend in. Like a chameleon, Francie had lived most of her life on the sidelines watching everyone else live out her fantasies. It was the safe, sensible thing to do, and that was what her parents had expected of her. The vehicle sped along the dimly lit, barely traveled expanse of country road. She had been driving for several hours, and there wasn’t even any guarantee she was in the right place. It wasn’t like she knew the area. She hadn’t expected the plane ticket. The unforeseen trip to the middle of backwater Texas definitely added a twist. Her pulse raced as she considered the possibilities. She should have known that Todd would attend to every detail. It was in his nature to please others -that much she could tell.

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How had Todd managed to find such a remote location? Maybe this was where he was raised. No. That couldn’t be it. He was an implant from the Midwest just like her. She smiled to herself as the vehicle droned up the awkwardly sloping highway. A reflective orange sign captured her attention. Nestled in a cluster of shrubbery at the edge of the highway, the message etched on its surface sent a shiver of anticipation rushing through her.

Women enter this county at their own risk. What if he didn’t find her attractive? She looked down at her short, black skirt and nodded her approval. Ordinary might describe her on most days, but she had great legs. Too many men had complimented them for them to be just average. Prying her fingers from the wheel’s ten o’clock position, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her white blouse. Maybe that would stir his pulse. Francie had wanted Todd for too long to disappoint him. This role-play had to be perfect. It was her chance at a misadventure, to cede control to someone else. Red and blue lights flashed across the sky behind her, reflecting in her rearview mirror. Her pulse beat, and her slit quivered. Was it Todd? The blaring siren pierced the quiet terrain as she continued to drive a little farther. She smiled to herself. Maybe resisting arrest would do her some good. Stomping her foot on the gas she accelerated and glanced behind her. Driving this fast wasn’t her style. Her heart raced, her pulse pounded. One mile must have done the trick. She pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. The window silently lowered on the vehicle, the sound of crunched gravel echoed behind her. The dark terrain around her offered no glimpses on who was behind her. What if it wasn’t Todd? Oh, no. She wouldn’t think like that. A tall figure loomed on the other side of the window. She looked over and smiled demurely as she folded her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry, Officer. Is there a problem?”

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“Keep your hands where I can see them, ma’am.” Goose bumps raced across her spine when she heard Todd’s sexy voice. Smooth, deep, and confident. She could listen to him talk for hours and never get tired. “Sorry.” She placed her hands back at ten and two on the steering wheel and allowed her eyesight to travel over Todd. Wearing black pants and a matching leather jacket, all he needed was a pair of Ray-Bans to complete the image. “Did I go down that hill too fast?” “Lady, you aren’t even supposed to be here. You are criminally trespassing.” “I am?” “You should pay attention to the signs, ma’am. There was one posted a couple of miles back.” “Oh. I saw that one, but there’s no way it was real. I mean, you can’t keep women out of an area entirely.” “To hell we can’t.” Todd reached for the door and opened it. “Step out of the car.” Francie’s heart slammed into her throat as she moved her wobbling legs to obey. “Hands against the car, feet apart.” “Now, wait just a minute. You don’t have any cause to --” Todd’s hands gripped her forearm and spun her around, forcefully placing her into the proper position. She shoved against him, but his lean muscular body dominated her attempt. His booted foot kicked her legs apart. “Cooperation is the only way you’ll get out of this, ma’am.” “But you don’t have any cause to do this.” “Criminal trespassing, speeding, resisting arrest, assaulting an officer.” “Assault? When?” “You shoved against me. Any unwarranted bodily contact is grounds for an assault charge in this county, ma’am.” Todd’s fingers circled each wrist and seductively slid up her

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arms. His voice was hot in her ear. Just the feeling of his body pressed against hers made her breathing grow labored. “Are you concealing any weapons?” “No.” Her voice broke and she cleared her throat. “No, Officer.” “I’m afraid I’ll have to verify that myself, ma’am. Remain still and this’ll take no time at all.” Francie swallowed, her slit moistening at the thought of Todd’s hands on her. How many nights had she fantasized about him? But it had been a foolish thought. He was the ex of one of her best friends. That automatically made him untouchable. His hands moved upward, past her elbows, to her shoulders. They squeezed at the base of her neck. “Are you always this tense, or do you have something to be worried about?” “Most people say I’m naturally uptight.” A prude. That’s what Aubrey had called her once. She had said it lovingly, but the truth behind the word had stung. More than that, it had made her realize how stagnant her life had become. Boring. “That’s a shame, ma’am, ’cause this isn’t gonna be a pleasant experience if that’s the case.” She wanted to laugh at Todd’s accent but the way he changed it excited her. His fingers ran down her back, tracing the outline of her bra through her shirt. Surely he wouldn’t… Francie gasped as Todd’s fingers ran under her arms and his hands cupped her breasts. She backed up slightly to turn around, but he pinned her to the position. “Don’t move, ma’am.” “Is this really necessary?” His hands squeezed her breasts harder, his breath falling against the back of her neck as he leaned forward against her body. “I hate that this always happens with you women.” Todd’s fingers undid the remaining blouse buttons. “I never can tell if you’re hiding anything so I have to get a better feel.”

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Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her ragged breathing detracted from the deft movement of his hands as he pulled the shirt away from her body. “You don’t have the right to touch me.” She tried to sound angry, but need shot through her body with an intensity she was unable to quell. His thumbs grazed her skin near the swell of her breast. “Mmm. Lace. It’s always fired me up. That really sucks for you.”

I need to buy stock in lace and adorn everything I own with it. Francie moved again, but his arm came down on her back and looped in her hair. She shifted slightly and savored the feel of her butt gliding against his crotch. “I thought I told you to stay put, ma’am.” “You’re scaring me.” “Good. You shoulda thought about that at the sign a few miles back, but you thought you could get away with flying your sexy ass through my county in your fancy ass car. Didn’t you?” Her bra flicked open, and she gasped in shock when he cupped a breast and began massaging it. “But at least you’ve got pretty tits.” Todd pinched her nipple roughly. She cried out, pleasurable pain ripping through her body. He continued assaulting the tiny nubs until they formed hard, over sensitized peaks he could tweak with his thumbs at will. Throbbing ebbs flowed through her body, ending at the wet juncture of her thighs. What had she gotten herself into? This wasn’t her style. Exposed on the side of the road and accosted by a stranger. But it wasn’t a stranger, and no role-play would make her forget that. Todd. Just thinking his name made her pulse race and her blood heat. He was touching her. Really touching her. She closed her eyes and savored the contact of his heated palms with her skin as they moved from her breasts down her stomach. This wasn’t playing out the way she expected --

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not that she had many expectations. A jail cell perhaps, but reality dictated that would be too difficult to gain access to. Oh, but how she loved what was happening now. Todd’s hands ran under her blouse and across her back. “You might as well tell me what you’re hiding. A pretty thing like you doesn’t wander around these parts much. I’m afraid what’ll happen when the other locals hear about you.” Francie shivered as his hands ran down her ass. Even through the black skirt’s cotton fabric his touch made her flesh dance in anticipation. “They’ll hurt me?” “They wouldn’t mean to. Just sometimes happens when they take their pleasure, especially when the girl is as saucy as you.” His fingers trailed along the inside of her thighs, lifting the skirt during the upward movement. “If you’re real nice to me, I might keep you.” She wanted to find the statement repulsive, but couldn’t. Maybe it was because Todd had said it. Maybe it was a primal desire locked away deep inside of her. But it only fanned her desire. Francie knew that was the darkest part of the fantasy for her. Her pussy clenched at the thought, silently inviting the wandering fingers massaging circles inches away to touch it. How had she turned into a quivering bundle of sensitized nerves desperate for Todd’s touch? And on the side of the road. A headlight danced around the curve. Barely visible, she remembered the stretch of highway a mile or so back. Todd’s audible curse filled the area. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this at my place.” “Your place?” she asked, genuine fear etched in her words. She didn’t want someone driving by and seeing her like this. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it behind her back. Cold metal slid around her wrist, and the telltale click of the lock reverberated in her ears. The other wrist followed before she could muster the will to battle the new restraints.

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“You’re leaving me like this?” She gaped down at her disheveled blouse, her breasts fully exposed. “I enjoy the view.” Anger rose within Francie at the sexist comment. She kicked him. Her foot went higher than the targeted kneecap and knocked him in his upper thigh. “Fucking bitch!” She growled her displeasure when he tugged on her hair and glared down at her, his ragged breathing fueled a shot of desire bursting through her. “You’re gonna pay for that one.” Todd opened the backdoor and forced her into the patrol car. Looking around the interior, it surprised her that he had managed to secure a real one, even if it was a bit older than what she imagined the larger cities used. Silence deafened her as he slammed the door shut and ambled around to the driver’s seat. Thoughts of what would happen next ran rampant in her mind, hurling her darkest fantasies from her mind’s deepest recesses. Would he keep her restrained and totally helpless? How would he fuck her? Moisture pooled between her legs, and she self-consciously squeezed her thighs together. Todd had to have known how excited she already was. What did he think of her knowing this role-play had tapped into her passion so easily? The door closed quickly, the engine revved as he glanced in the rearview mirror. “Good for you that it’s late. We’ll have the cell all to our lonesome.” Cell? Francie shivered in the seat hearing the word. How long would she be imprisoned? Would he strip her? Her labored breathing filled her ears. The vehicle’s tires crunched the caliche as they made their way back onto the main road. “Wait!” Todd slammed on the brakes at her exclamation. “Problem?” “You’re going to leave a brand-new BMW on the side of the road like that?”

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“It isn’t my problem.” “But it’ll get stolen!” “It isn’t my problem.” The car continued to roll its way to an unspecified location. Francie couldn’t wrap her head around leaving the vehicle on the side of the road like that. “I’m glad you didn’t use my credit card,” she mumbled. Todd’s laughter tumbled through the confined space. “Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll fuck all that obsessive-compulsive crap right outta you. By the time I’m done with you, all you’ll wanna do is beg me for more.” She was going to melt into a wanton invertebrate in desperate need of an orgasm if he kept talking like that. Dirty talk wasn’t something she would have imagined enjoying, but that husky voice of his slid across her skin like a caress. The naughty statements only made her crave him more. The danger. The darkness. The desire. “I doubt that’s true.” He laughed. “We’ll see, sweetheart. We’ll see. I bet you scream nice and loud, don’t you?” She would for him. “How come you’re out in these parts? What was so dang important that you traipsed through a county you weren’t supposed to?” Todd glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes barely visible in the dim interior. “I had some business to take care of and was in a hurry.” It sounded like a plausible excuse. She wasn’t the creative type she figured. Sticking with common sense would work best for her reasons. “I hope it was worth it.” “I somehow doubt it.” Todd laughed. “Well, I’m sure grateful. No one as pretty as you hangs around these parts. Fucking you’ll be a real treat for me. I bet I could even get ol’ Hank to fix up my dead

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truck if I let him rut between your legs a few times. That damn thing hasn’t worked in months. Shit, I bet that sweet mouth of yours would take care of that bill, wouldn’t it?” “Let me go, you sick bastard!” Todd laughed. Francie twisted her wrists in the restraints and clenched her thighs tighter. He really needed to stop taunting her, or she’d climax in the back of the car.

That would be so embarrassing. “I bet an uptight thing like you doesn’t spread your legs that often. How long has it been since a real man’s made you scream?” She shivered. Too damn long. He laughed again. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours none. I’ve gotta a nice big, hard dick right here that you’ll get to suck and fuck over and over and over again.” Images of her stroking, sucking, and riding him assailed her senses. She could feel his hands on her skin again, pinching and twisting their way around. She gasped as waves of pleasure shot through her. Unable to touch herself or do anything but allow her thoughts and fantasies to intermingle with his words, she rode the tide of sensation the effect created. Beads of sweat slid down her forehead, breathing became more difficult as she looked at him from the side. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror more often, then back to the darkened road. Had she just… No. She couldn’t have. Not from a mere image of sucking and fucking Todd. But she had. She just had an orgasm without any physical stimulation. Was that even possible? Leaning her head against the cool glass of the vehicle provided little comfort. She wished her hair was down. It would hide her face from his scrutiny. Not that he’d be able to see that far back in the darkness. But she didn’t want him to know she had just had an orgasm. One of the most intense she had ever felt. It left her

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feeling vulnerable and defenseless, realizing what powerful effect Todd’s words had on her. Not only sexually but mentally. She couldn’t allow him to know that. She couldn’t. Surrendering to a mutual desire and role-playing for a weekend was one thing. Getting seriously involved with a best friend’s ex wasn’t something Francie could approve of, much less do. “You okay? You’ve gotten quiet back there. Has the ignorance of you driving through

my county hit you yet?” Her curiosity was piqued. “Why don’t you want women here?” “Women are trouble all the way around. Other than fucking them, there isn’t much reason to have ’em around. Makes my life easier. The men don’t fight nearly as much.” She laughed. “That’s probably because they’re over in the next county trying to get laid.” “Nah, we always get a few women stupid enough to drive through, and I pull ’em over and haul them over to the bar. Those stragglers keep the boys nice and satisfied.” Francie’s stomach lurched at the thought. She had to hand it to Todd. He knew how to set up a scene and inspire fear. It snaked down her spine inciting the worst case scenario into her agitated mind. Paranoia had always come too easily to her. What if Todd brought someone else into the role-play? He wouldn’t dare do that. Would he? Her heart pounded. She wasn’t sure what she’d think of that. But she had a safe word. And Todd wouldn’t forsake that. He wouldn’t. She hoped. “Are you,” she paused and swallowed, “saying that’s going to happen to me?” “Nah. I’m gonna break you in myself. If you get outta line, I’ll deal with you. Once I get bored, I’ll haul you over to the guys. I hope you don’t have anywhere to go, sweetheart. You’re gonna be here for a long time.”

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“People will miss me and report it.” Todd laughed. “And the moment I get that APB, I’ll offer my help however I can to find you. Poor, sweet thing like you missing. No telling what sorta things would happen to you.” What part of this appealed to her? Francie pressed her thighs together and breathed in deeply, willing herself not to get any wetter than she already was. She knew it was useless. Something about this role-play appeased a base desire buried deep within her. It had to be the lack of control. Or maybe it was just Todd. No. She was ashamed to admit it, but she’d be wet with any of the other men now too. Todd just made it even more intense. For the first time in her life, she had no idea what was going to happen and absolutely no control over the outcome. No choice, no decision. Sure, she’d fight, but she knew he’d win. Statistically speaking, she didn’t stand a chance. The actuary in her was screaming that fact. The car slammed to a halt in front of an old Spanish-style building. The words “Sheriff’s Station” were barely visible amidst layers of dirt and the effects of weathering. The car’s beams illuminated the jail as if mocking any thought she had at downplaying the precariousness of the situation. “We’re here. I’m sure you understand that given your severe punishment, it’s probably best to take you out here rather than to the real jail. Folks don’t appreciate being woken up by a woman’s screams as she’s getting fucked.” Todd opened his door and moved one foot out of the car. Her pulse quickened. “Don’t you mean raped?” “You broke the law, and you need to pay for it. Money don’t do me no good down in these parts.” She closed her eyes, demanding herself not to let the words spur into dark fantasies in her mind, but the order was futile. Silence punctuated her heavy breathing as she waited for him to go around the car.

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Francie jumped when the door opened. Todd chuckled and dug his fingers into her upper right arm. “Let’s get you booked nice and proper.” Her heels dug into the dirt as he dragged her toward the building. Anticipation threaded through her veins. “You don’t want to do this.” “Oh, I do, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you. I finally get my chance now.” The statement pierced Francie’s lust induced haze. Was it a confession of true emotions or just part of the role-play? She wanted him to turn around so she could see his face, read whatever emotions she could from his eyes. But he continued trudging through the overgrown shrubbery and pulling her toward the abandoned building. The structure was remarkably preserved. She expected rotting planks on the steps, but found newly restored wood instead. Someone was renovating this structure. “What is this place?” “It used to be the jail. But time stole the beauty and charm from the place and the locals decided to build a new one closer to the center of the county.” His breath fell into her ear as his hands slid into her opened blouse and palmed a breast. “But it makes the perfect playground.” “Don’t touch me.” She ground the words out despite the raging need boiling within her. Todd laughed and tweaked a hardened nipple. “You’ve wanted me to fuck you for a while now, haven’t you?” She looked to her side frantically and wondered if he had sensed the truth. Did he know she had been lusting for him? How could he know? She was always so careful not to establish eye contact with him when her desire became too much to conceal. The guise of friendship had kept her around him more than she should have allowed though. That she did know.

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He laughed. “It’s okay. I’ll get a confession out of you soon enough.” The desire to curl up in his arms and savor the physical contact made her want to stay pressed against his warm body. He was probably the type that wouldn’t mind cuddling afterward. The thought sobered her. She couldn’t think about that. Not now. All she had was this role-play, and she needed to take what she could from it and be satisfied. She made her way up the small set of steps, her heels sweeping across the newly replaced wood as her eyes lit on the ominous doorway. “Please, just let me go. No one needs to know.” “I’d know.” Francie swallowed. Todd shoved her through the door. She jumped when an overhead light flickered to life. The interior was remarkably clean. The images of cobwebs, layers of dust, and dilapidated furniture that had rifled through her thoughts were now replaced with the reality of a new black leather sofa lounging in the far corner of the reception area. A lamp poised beside it on an oak end table almost made the area seem homey. The aroma of fresh paint wafted through her nostrils as she admired the combination of beige and forest green. It accentuated recently hung crown molding. On the other side of the granite countertop, a large glass-topped desk loomed in the small space, adorned with a large leather chair. “It’s amazing how different the inside is from the exterior.” “A gorgeous exterior isn’t needed for something to be the most beautiful thing around.” Francie glared over at him even as his words floated through her insides and fluttered in her guarded heart. She shouldn’t let anything he said affect her. This was a role-play, a house of lies and fake existences built to create a fantasy -- one that would come crashing down after the weekend was over.

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“Sometimes what people see on the outside isn’t what’s really going on inside is it, sweetheart?” She shivered as his fingers slid across her cheek. “You ready to get booked?” She was ready for something, but getting booked wasn’t it. “Don’t I get a phone call?” He snorted and began pulling her across the room toward a partially opened door. “I think we both know that isn’t gonna happen.” Lights flickered on as they walked through the hallway, motion sensors clicking softly. “What’s going to really happen to this place? Someone’s putting a lot of work into it.” “Not sure. He’s never said.” Todd fell silent as they paused at the end of the corridor. A set of double doors loomed at her. Her pulse raced. Francie stepped through the entryway, her eyes roaming the interior quickly. A fourposter bed dominated one corner of the room. A small table, camera and overhead light filled the opposite portion of the room. Chains hung from a rafter in the center of the room. But her heart slammed to a halt seeing the last corner of the room. A large metal cell filled the area, the bars mocking any thoughts she had of running away. A small cot graced the interior of the cagelike structure. “That will be your home when I’m not around. Do you like it?” Todd laughed as he turned her toward the small table in the nearest right portion of the room. “Time to get you booked.” Todd positioned her against the wall and turned on the overhead light. Her heart beat rapidly when he stepped behind the camera and looked through the lens. “Something isn’t quite right.” He looked up, and she tugged on the cuffs still restraining her hands behind her back. Moistening her lips, she watched him amble forward with a smug grin across his face. His blue eyes shimmered in merriment; her hands itched to rake through the unruly brown hair. Cool air brushed across her skin when he pushed the opened white blouse down past her shoulders. The gathered material hung around her elbows, leaving her breasts fully

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exposed. Hunger flashed in his eyes as he looked at her, and her pussy throbbed in response. Damn the man for making her so wanton. “That’s much better.” She closed her eyes as his footsteps sounded on the wood floor. The slight trembling of her body was unstoppable. The desire boiling within her needed to be relieved before she made a fool of herself and jumped him. Todd unzipped the leather jacket and tossed it across the room. It landed with a thud on the floor. A dark black T-shirt stretched to cover his toned chest. How would she be able to go back to being just his friend after seeing him naked? After fucking him with all her pent-up passion? “Smile for the camera, sweetheart.” Smiling was the farthest thing from her mind. Lunging across the space and straddling him was a definite option. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet? She licked her lips again, wondering what his would taste like. Would they be soft and yielding, or rough and demanding? The camera clicked, the light bulb flashed. She watched the lens extend and gasped realizing he was zooming in. Was there really film in the camera? Oh, no. What would he do with the pictures? Francie calmed her agitated mind. This was Todd. There was no need to worry. “Breathtaking.” A look of awe crossed his face as he looked up from behind the camera. Their gazes met briefly, and a tingling sensation flowed down her. She’d never be able to look him in the eye after this. “I don’t believe I got to finish my search.”

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Chapter Six

Nervousness crawled around her insides as Todd made his way to her, his long stride making quick work of the short distance to the wall she had braced herself against. His fingers wound around her upper arm and gently tugged her toward the table a couple of feet in front of her. Deft hands released the handcuffs. A gasp escaped her mouth as he pressed her toward the table. Her palms ran across the fake wood surface as he kicked her feet apart. His voice trickled in her ear and slid through her body like molten lava. “Now, where were we?” Francie didn’t trust her voice enough to respond. The silence cut through the room. Goose bumps formed on her arms as he grazed his fingers across her skin. “I guess I’ll start over then.” She groaned. “Why were you going through my county?” “To get to the other side?” A hard slap to her ass made her jump, the sting adding itself to the cauldron of emotions building within her. “This isn’t necessary. I’m not hiding anything.”

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She gasped as he began removing the hairpins securing her unruly curls into a tight bun. The blonde tresses cascaded down her back. “Hiding this from the world should be a crime.” Feminine pride swelled within her. He found something about her attractive. Men dated her, but few of them commented on her looks. Then again, they were typically bean counters or analytical types like her. They wouldn’t know how to be suave. “And all those blouses buttoned clear to your throat are for schoolmarms from the 1800s, not a young beauty like yourself.” He palmed her breasts, massaging gently as his thumbs flicked her nipples. “Definitely not the best way to accentuate these gorgeous creations.” Todd slowly removed the blouse that was dangling from her lower arms. “Why me? Why am I not being carted over to the bar?” He set the blouse on the table beside her. “Do you want to be?” His breath heated her neck. She needed more from him before she erupted. She wanted to taste his lips, savor the crush of his arms around her. Her mind fantasized being tangled in the sheets of the bed across from her -- a mass of limbs wrapped around each other in the throws of passion. She sighed. “What are you thinking about?” The question startled her from her self-induced daydream. “Nothing.” “Liar. What were you thinking about?” He tugged on her head slightly, bringing her head around so that her eyes met his. The blue orbs danced in amusement as they regarded her silently. “You have a beautiful mouth. So kissable.”

Then kiss me already! He laughed, and a blush stained her cheeks. Had she said that out loud?

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“Don’t narrow those sexy eyes at me.” His lips neared hers, their breath mingled. Her pulse raced in anticipation. Todd’s mouth fluttered against hers, the softest caress she’d ever experienced. Tentative. His eyes softened as he looked into hers and sucked her bottom lip. Leaning against his body, she allowed the welcomed contact with him to flow through her. Her fingers wove into his hair of their own accord, pulling his closer to her hungry mouth. He growled and darted his tongue to meet hers. He crushed her against his torso, her breasts scraping against his cotton T-shirt hiding his chest from her. Her hands ran under the cumbersome material, and she savored the heat of his skin against her palms. The kiss became hungry, demanding her to yield to the passion building between them. Allowing him to take control of the kiss was easy. Her knees threatened to buckle as his arms trailed down her body, awakening her entire body to the heady sensation he wove around her with such ease. Nothing existed beyond him, beyond his tongue dancing with hers. Todd severed contact, his hand prying her mouth away with a sharp tug on her hair. Her heavy breathing mixed with his in the room. The only sound thundered in her ears. Shock filled her. Never had a kiss consumed her that quickly. The disbelief reflected on his face implied it had affected him as well. “That’s why you aren’t bent over a pool table getting banged right now.” Francie shivered. How the hell could he stick with the role-play after that kiss? Adrenaline raced through her veins, the statement renewed the flood of need in her. “You disgust me.” Todd laughed. “I can’t wait to see what passion is with you then, sweetheart.” Her hands fell to the table once again as he put her back into position. “Don’t think you can distract me. I know you’re hiding something.” Tendrils of awareness shot up her thighs as he lifted her skirt. “Just let me go.”

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“What kind of panties does a marm wear these days?” His fingers slid up her inner thigh and found her wet crotch. A loud masculine groan filled the room. “Damn, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Did I do that to you?”

Yes! She remained silent even though her mind screamed for her to respond and end the agony. Todd slid the slip of material aside and delved a finger into her wet slit. She moaned softly, unable to prevent the honest response. She had fantasized about his touch too long. It was unfathomable that it was really happening. He thrust inside her, and she bucked forward, silently begging for deeper penetration. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” The whispered question danced through her mind as she nodded. She swallowed, willing her labored breathing to calm even though she knew it was impossible. She knew what he was asking. She was so close to an orgasm she could feel it building within her. Banging her fist against the table, she allowed the methodical movement of his finger in and out of her wet slit to dominate her thoughts. “Do you want to come?” he whispered.

Damn the role-play. Francie nodded quickly. “Will you be an obedient prisoner if I let you?” She squirmed as he thrust a second finger inside her. Todd was too good at this. The combination of mental and physical play had tapped into a deep-seated desire that she had never realized she possessed. “Yes.” “You promise?” He thrust deeper. “Yes!” Todd laughed at her loud exclamation. “Good.”

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She moaned as his thumb rubbed her clit. Waves of sensation crashed through her while she rode his fingers. Nothing mattered anymore. To hell with what he thought of her. She needed the orgasm he could give. She wanted Todd too much to think beyond now. Todd’s free hand stroked her body, pausing to pinch her nipple. She whimpered and sighed as she leaned against his powerful frame. Trapped between the table and his body, she savored the dominant way his hand looped around her waist and held her in place as his fingers continued assailing her wet slit and sensitized clit. Francie cried out when her orgasm consumed her senses. Her entire body convulsed, his reassuring inaudible murmurs in her ear warmed her heart. Never had she felt this safe being herself with a man. There was no judgment or mockery in his response to her passion. Todd continued the methodical motion, pleasure coursed through her body. “I can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock like you just did my fingers.” She reached behind her, wanting to stroke the organ he had just mentioned. The orgasm that had riddled her incoherent was nothing compared to what she knew she would feel with him buried in her. “I bet you say that to all the prisoners.” He laughed. “I almost feel sorry for you. I haven’t taken a fancy to many of the others, so it’s been a real long time since I’ve had me some fun.” He pushed her around the table. She staggered on weak knees. Her gaze lit on the bed. Sweet heavens, had it finally come time to be in it? Her heart beat wildly in her chest, her breathing still ragged from the powerful orgasm that had racked her body with voracious intensity. “Get on your knees.” Francie stood her ground, wondering what his reaction would be. “You promised to be good. On your knees.” She winced at the raised voice and slid her sated body to its knees before him. “Good.”

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Anticipation awakened with her when he stripped off his shirt. His toned flesh beckoned her hands, the light sprinkle of hair across his chest drew her attention. His hands went toward his belt. She stared. Transfixed by the sight of him undoing his belt, her mouth salivated in realization of what was about to happen. She hoped she could satisfy him. Oral was never her strong suit. But she felt confident with him. He’d show her what he needed. He slid the black cargo pants down past his lean hips until they surrounded his powerful thighs. The long, thick organ jutted proudly. Without thinking, she reached out and encircled it with her hands. Todd smiled down at her. “Good. I like prisoners that learn quickly.” Long, deep strokes of his cock forced a moan from him. Francie smiled inwardly. “I bet that hot, tight pussy of yours just got wet thinking about this dick fucking it.” If only he knew how true those words were. She clenched her thighs together as her gaze remained riveted to the manhood throbbing in her hands. Cocks had always fascinated her, but studying one up close wasn’t something she’d ever done before. Her overwhelming shyness usually kept her desires at bay, forcing her to be the dutiful lover that gave and never took. But with Todd it was different somehow. She felt safe with him. The moment a pang of nerves or fear rose within her all she had to do was look into his reassuring eyes and she knew it was okay. His look was almost adoring. Like he truly cared. His fingers wound in her hair and she looked up at him as a shiver of awareness ran down her spine. “Suck it good, sweetheart, or I’ll think you wanna get some practice in over at the bar.” Murmuring her distaste for the idea, her mouth descended on his cock. Her lips tentatively sheathed the tip, her tongue darted across the top and licked a tiny droplet of precum. Sucking, she allowed her left hand to stroke the base of his cock while her right hand massaged his balls.

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She should have researched this more. All those unread Cosmopolitan articles that resided in her apartment mocked her. The audible groans and soft caresses of Todd’s fingers on her face offered her the positive reinforcement she needed. He thrust tentatively, and she gasped as he slid deeper into her mouth. She continued to stroke the lower part of his cock with her fingers while her tongue taunted the tip. A loud groan filled the room as he pulled her away from him. “You won’t need anymore practice, I see.” She suppressed the grin she felt forming on her face. She had pleased him. Looking up at him, she could see the lust in his expression. His muscles tensed as her gaze slid down his body. “Don’t bother begging or crying for me not to ’cause I intend to fuck the hell out of you right now.” Todd hauled her to her feet. Her legs wobbled their discontent. “Be a good prisoner, and get that skirt off. I don’t want the material getting in my way.” He shucked his pants then walked away, and she stumbled slightly. The heady sensation from her orgasm sated her body and left it unwilling to function. Trembling, she removed the skirt and tossed it on the floor. Eyeing the thong, she decided to remove it as well. Todd’s gaze slid across her exposed flesh, the hungry look feeding the raging desire pumping through her bloodstream. The way he looked at her made her feel like a beautiful princess, a revered object of desire. Her inner vixen sauntered her toward him. “What now?” The cool centralized air lapped across her skin, the ceiling fan blowing her hair until it fell in her eyes. Todd reached out and gently pulled the errant strands aside. His mouth captured hers, his arms ground her against his naked torso. The skin-to-skin contact she had craved made her groan in awareness.

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His tongue collided with hers, dueling for control of the hungered kiss they shared. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed, her audible whimper of protest filled the room. Losing contact with him was the last thing she wanted. And then he was there. His body covering hers, his mouth claiming hers with an intensity she had never expected to feel. Thinking became impossible as her nerves fired off waves of sensation bursting through her. Bracing her hands against his back, she thrust her lower body up to meet his as he positioned himself over her. Todd groaned as his fingers slid across her slick folds. A finger delved in her. “You’re so wet, sweetheart.” “Take me please. I can’t wait any longer.” Francie heard the gut-wrenching honesty in the statement and prayed he heeded her request. Her legs wrapped around his waist and drew him to her as his cock slowly entered her.

Finally. It seemed like an eternity since she had wanted him. The slow deep thrusts fed the flames of desire shooting through her. His lips nibbled her neck and trailed down to her breasts where he feasted on them like treasured morsels. The soft caresses and gentle kisses contradicted the turbulent waves of need drowning her. Grabbing his head, she pulled his face toward hers and kissed him with the passion bursting from her. He growled into her mouth as her nails dug into his shoulders. His hips thrust harder and deeper, matching the quickened tempo of her body arching off the bed toward him. Surely there’d be time for slow and steady later. Right now, she needed him hard and hungry just like she was. She clenched his cock each time he tried to pull it out of her. Each plunge into her was deeper and faster than the one before. Her tongue lapped his skin wherever it could, and she savored the sheen of salty sweat forming on his body.

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Todd’s ragged breathing blended with hers, adding to the skin on skin medley that filled her ears. Never had getting fucked this hard felt so damn good. She moved her legs to his shoulders, and he laughed softly. “Little vixen.” His cock thrust into her, the new position penetrating her exactly where she had needed. Her pussy clenched him, her fingers wound around his lower arms as spasms of pleasure tumbled through her. The cries of desire filling the room didn’t sound like her. He groaned and lunged into her one last time before surrendering to his own tidal wave of sensations. He kissed her and moved her legs to wrap around his waist. The added weight against her increased her pleasure as she responded to the passionate sweep of his mouth across hers. For the first time, it didn’t bother her to have a man’s weight pressing down on her in such a stifling way. With him it was intimate. She didn’t need confirmation to know the passion had consumed him too. The heavy breathing and beads of sweat on his skin told her enough. What had happened wasn’t just the role-play at work. Sure, it had enhanced the thrill factor. But the chemistry between them had been there to begin with. Why hadn’t she seen it before? Cloistered in her self-created tomb of anonymity she hadn’t allowed the blossoming desire between them to grow. Then again, could she? He settled her in his arms and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She sighed in contentment. It would be so simple to pretend this was their happily ever after. But it wouldn’t work. He had been Charlotte’s. What would her best friend think? She hadn’t protested at the idea of switching men around for the role-plays, but Francie knew there was a huge difference in a weekend romp and a permanent relationship. Glancing up at him, she smiled seeing his beaming face. “Unbelievable.”

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The simple statement was all she needed to hear. They would either go their separate ways now or continue the role. But for now, it could be just Francie and Todd, holding each other and recovering from the most passionate experience she had ever had. How the hell was she supposed to move on like this was just a good weekend fling? She quashed the thought, unwilling to taint the pleasure she could experience with Todd. Even if it was just one weekend, she could handle that. Maybe. “I’m suddenly wishing I was God.” Francie laughed at the off the wall comment and glanced up, her hand running across his chest. “Why?” “Because then I could freeze time.” She agreed wholeheartedly. “I think they’d miss us back in the real world.” “Maybe you. You’re too smart for them not to miss.” The thrilling life of an actuary. Joy. Joy. “They’d miss you more.” Todd had always added a splash of humor and happiness to their merry group of friends, but he probably didn’t even realize it. “How’s business going by the way?” “Great. Too great actually. I’m having to expand, and that means taking a trip to Columbia to look at possible facilities down there. Who would have thought coffee beans could be this much work?” “Expansion is a great thing though.” Inwardly, she hated the thought of him traipsing off to a foreign country. “How long will you be gone?” “I’m not sure. Hopefully not too long.” His fingers ran across her shoulder. “Suddenly I’m wishing I let my vice president play a more active role in the overseas aspect.” Francie laughed. “That’s a far cry from a Texas county sheriff.”

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“Yep, it is.” A pregnant pause punctuated the air between them. Her thoughts wandered to the role-play, and she wondered if they’d go back to it. “My brother owns this place.” “He’s done a great job fixing it up.” “I’ll make sure to tell him you said so. He takes delight when people appreciate his carpentry.” Heat stained her cheeks. “Did he know why you…” Todd chuckled. “He knew enough not to ask too much. I had to warn him just in case my prisoner got unruly with her screaming. His trailer is out back about two hundred yards or so.” “Oh, God.” She buried her head in his chest and covered her face. “I can’t believe that. I hope he didn’t hear me.” Laughter tumbled through the room. “Nah. You’ve been a model prisoner so far.” “So far?” Her curiosity piqued. “What else do you have planned?” Todd kissed her head and toyed with the hair streaming down her back. “We’ll have to wait until morning for the inquisition I’m afraid. It’s already really late, and we can’t have a tired detainee on our hands. You’ll need your energy.” Her pulse raced at the thought, and she spooned her body into his. “I hope you know I don’t intend to give in easily.” “I wouldn’t expect you to, sweetheart.” Her heart tingled as his arms wrapped around her and her mind gave way to the exhaustion weighing on her. Tomorrow she’d give him hell. She grinned. Oh, yeah, the unruly prisoner would test him.

***** “Rise and shine, sweetheart.”

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It took a moment for Francie to remember where she was. Sunshine streamed in through a window she hadn’t noticed last night and lit the bottom half of the bed. Todd’s whistling grated on her nerves as she flopped a pillow over her head. She was so not a morning person. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t make me break out the handcuffs this early.” She glared at him from under her pillow, his beaming face sending waves of jealousy through her. “How can you possibly be this peppy first thing in the morning?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked as he popped a donut hole in his mouth and chewed, bits of powdered sugar adorning his upper lip. Oh, how she wanted to lick it off. “I’ve got a gorgeous prisoner at my mercy and a whole day to enjoy her.” Her pussy quivered at the thought. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Why did she always have to wake up so sexually ravenous? She turned her head and looked at him through a mass of hair covering her eyes. Dressed in the black pants and nothing more, he was the perfect image for her lusty morning fantasy. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake me up fucking me or something like that.” Todd laughed. “You’re a really sound sleeper, you know. We had a bit of fun earlier before dawn, but I guess you thought it was just a dream.” Shock registered through her as she bolted out of bed. “That was real?” The memories of him licking and tonguing her slit wrapped their way around her insides. That couldn’t have been real. He had made her orgasm twice. No, once. No, it was twice. She sat down on the bed and stared at him. “It was very real. You have a lusty way about you when you think you’re dreaming, sweetheart. Makes me wanna scoop you up and cart you back to my trailer.” She tossed a pillow at him and smiled when he dodged it easily. “Come on over here and eat up. You need to carb up before I start questioning you. My methods tend to take a lot out of a person.”

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And put even more into them she hoped. “Do you always accost women in their sleep?” He grinned and a sense of unease filled her when she saw the twinkle in his eyes. “Only those that are calling my name.”

No. She didn’t. She couldn’t have.

Oh, shit. She had. Heat stained her cheeks. “I didn’t realize I talked in my sleep.” He sauntered over and swept his hand across her face, brushing her hair from her eyes. “You answer questions too.” He didn’t. “What did you ask me?” “I’m not going to tell. You need to be more alert.” She tossed the other pillow at him. “Easy now, or I’ll use what I found out.” Francie stilled. That sounded too ominous. What had she revealed? Oh, no. She didn’t confess her feelings for him, did she? No, she wouldn’t have done that. Surely not. Dragging herself out of bed, she paused and looked down, realizing she was dressed in his shirt. “When did this get on me?” “After I made you scream your pretty head off this morning. Those gorgeous tits were distracting me. I wanted to fuck you so bad.” Francie shivered at the thought. Todd had gotten back into character quickly, and she was barely struggling to get both eyes open. Standing up, she quickly noticed she was nude from the waist down. Todd grinned when she reached for the covers. “Don’t or you lose the shirt too. I wanna see when you get wet for me.”

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Francie glared at him. She really needed some caffeine so that her mind would wake up and spar with him. He was itching for it. Wandering over to the small table, her eyes widened at the spread of eggs, bacon, biscuits, and assorted jellies. “You cook?” “No, but my brother went to the diner about ten miles from here and grabbed some grub for us.” He picked up a half gallon of juice and took a swig. She cringed when he belched. “Don’t worry, though. You can show me your gratitude.” “You’re disgusting.” She sat down. His hands threaded through her hair and yanked her head back. His mouth seized hers. Awareness shot through her.

Remember to stay in character. She curled her hands into fists to prevent herself from wrapping them around him. Keeping her mouth shut for his kiss was the hardest thing she had ever done. His teeth bit her lip, and she groaned. His tongue darted in. Biting him wasn’t an option. She savored the brief contact before he pulled away. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you nice and softened up. You’re just itching to get broken in. I can feel it. I certainly tasted it this morning.” He wiped his mouth and grinned. “You always that horny in the mornings?” Francie stabbed a fork into the cold eggs on the plate and glared up at him. He set a cup down in front of her and poured coffee into it. Soundlessly, he opened two creamers and two packets of sugar and dumped them in. Surprise ran through her as he stirred the contents and pushed the beverage to her. He knew how she liked her coffee? Ravenous hunger defeated her distaste for cold food. Eating was the last thing she wanted to be doing right now, but the look of determination on Todd’s face implied that nothing would happen until she did. The concern for her well-being touched her. It wasn’t common for others to think about her.

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Wiping her mouth, she pushed the unwanted portion of egg and half a sliver of toast aside and took a sip of coffee. “So what do you want to know?” “Lots of things.” Todd ambled to her, his fingers playing with her hair. “Why do you hide this beautiful mass?” She looked up and saw the affection in his eyes. This wasn’t the sheriff. It was Todd. “I get taken more seriously at work with it hidden.” “And work is all that matters to you?” Francie swallowed as the harshness of the question stung her heart. It wasn’t all that mattered, but it always seemed to feel like that. Relationships had never come easily for her. Men didn’t appreciate a woman with a brain nearly as much as she wished they would. “I guess I’m too much to handle.” A chair slid across the floor, and Todd positioned it in front of her. Sitting down, he leveled a look at her. “Maybe you look in the wrong places.” She didn’t look at all. She knew that was her problem. She let days bleed into one another, work shifts monopolizing all hours. Her coveted time off was spent with her friends or asleep in bed. Alone. But Todd wouldn’t understand that. She swallowed. He always seemed to be so gregarious and emotionally connected to others. The feeling of loneliness wasn’t something he could comprehend. “Isolation sucks sometimes, and it isn’t always the person’s doing. Life just gets in the way of good intentions.” His hands massaged her lower thighs as she worked to not make eye contact with him. “I remember the first time I saw you. You were in the corner of the booth with a notebook and a calculator.” Francie laughed and shook her head. His warm smile lit up his face. “That doesn’t surprise me.” “I swear you never looked up once.”

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Heat stained her cheeks. “I did.” “You made spreadsheets sexy, you know.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the outrageous statement. Laugh lines formed on Todd’s face when he grinned. “Is that all you wanted to know?” “How long have you wanted me?” Francie gasped, trepidation filled her. She tried to look away, but his hand captured her face and forced her to look at him. Was he guessing or did he know? How would he know though? She shook her head. “What are you talking about?” “To hell with this role-play, Francie. Talk to me. Tell me.” Her heart beat wildly and nervousness snaked through her insides. She couldn’t talk to him. Not about that. No good could come of that discussion. “There’s nothing to discuss.” “You’re a lousy liar. I woke up this morning to you moaning my name.” His lips nibbled her earlobe, his breath fell on her skin. “I’ve never been that hard before.” “Just because I said your name doesn’t mean I’ve wanted you.” Todd laughed softly and slid his hands to her waist. “Perhaps not. But when you confessed you had fantasized about fucking me for so long I thought maybe there was something worth talking about.” Denial prepared itself on the tip of her tongue, but she knew it was futile. He knew her to well for her to lie. And he was right. She had always been a lousy liar. “What’s the point of drudging that up?” She tried to pull away, but Todd’s arms locked her within his embrace, his lips kissed her neck softly. “Why didn’t you ask me out or show an interest before?” Sadness choked her vocal cords. “First you were Charlotte’s and then you had morphed into our friend, and I knew there wasn’t a way we could be more.” Todd looked her in the eye. “And why the hell not?”

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“Fucking friend’s exes is never a good idea.” “That’s what you think it would be between you and I? A fuck and nothing more?” Francie knew that wasn’t the truth. At least not from her perspective. She looked down and played with the edges of his shirt. “What happened between us yesterday,” he paused and stood, his hands ran through his hair. “I know you felt that chemistry, Fran.” “It was the role-play adding spice to the allure. That chemistry isn’t sustainable longterm. I can’t do casual relationships like Charlotte does. I’d rather have you as my friend and wish for more than risk losing you.” Moisture clouded her vision, but she willed herself not to cry. Getting emotional over something that she statically knew could never happen was illogical. And Francie Parsons was logical if nothing else. Todd laughed and shook his head. “I never thought of you as a coward, Fran. Sure, you live your life on the outskirts just like Julia, but I thought you’d be able to take a leap of faith and risk yourself if there was a good enough reason.” Resentment rose within her. She didn’t like what he said even though she knew it was true. She was running scared for no reason other than not wanting to hurt Charlotte. And even she probably wouldn’t care. “We’ve never gone out with each others’ exes before, and I’m not going to be the first to do it.” “Do you really think Charlotte gives a damn?” Todd shook his head in disbelief. “She and I are ancient history that barely existed in the first place.” The hurt on his face stabbed her in the chest. Wiping a tear from her cheek she looked up. “Maybe we could start off casually and see what everyone thinks.” Todd shook his head as he stomped over to his shirt. “You may be willing to live your life looking in but I’m not. I don’t believe in not doing what I want just because it might make waves.”

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He turned and headed toward the door. “Where are you going? Aren’t we going to finish --” Todd cut her off. “I can’t do this knowing there’s no chance with us. I’m not made of stone, Fran. Believe it or not, you do mean more to me than a fuck. Call me when you decide to start living your life rather than letting it lead you.” She stood, pain flooding her insides. “Please don’t go like this, Todd. We can talk it out.” Todd shook his head. “I think we’ve said enough already. You’re rental is outside with your bags in it. There’s a shower in the next room if you wanna wash up before heading back to the airport. I’ll see you in San Francisco.”

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Chapter Seven

Aubrey Bennett tugged on the thin blue material once more before surrendering to the realization that it wasn’t budging. Barely covering her breasts, the almost see-through outfit showed her entire midsection. The waistband, if it could even be called that, was adorned with yellow and white jewels along the downward curving edge. The bottom spiraled down in a V-shape that almost plunged straight to her pelvic bone. Turning around, she harrumphed when she noticed that the back center of the bottom had the same sloping angle to it. The see-through leggings ballooned out in typical harem outfit costuming she would expect. The matching undergarment the three men had provided her was a dark blue thong. She grudgingly admitted it accentuated the costume perfectly, but having her ass cheeks fully exposed hadn’t been her idea of a great role-playing costume. At least they hadn’t come up with a ridiculous headdress or curvy pointy shoes to go with it. Her pulse raced as she eyed the massive set of French provincial double doors. It defied reason that somehow they had secured a cottage on the coast a couple of hours from San Francisco. And now the three men waited for their genie to unearth.

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Lorenzo Schiavoni would be enough to deal with on his own, but adding Rex Stewart and Evan Heyen to the mix shook the role-play into a new realm of possibilities. Her pussy got wet just thinking about the three sexy men. Padding her bare feet across the wood-planked floor, she gripped the handles of the doors and pushed them open. She didn’t know what to expect -- they hadn’t given her many details to work with. A genie. That’s all she knew. The contents of the large room shocked her. An array of large and small pillows of assorted shapes covered the floor in bright hues of purple, green, red, gold, bright blue, and maroon. She stepped forward and heard the soft click of the door behind her. The walls were draped with beige material. Indigo-colored patterns adorned the surface. “What do we have here?” Her pulse raced as her eyes traveled over the three men. She smiled at Lorenzo. His unruly, dark blond hair threatened to hide the gray eyes she had found so fascinating in their last encounter. Damn, she wanted to fuck him. Her pussy moistened at the thought as her eyes drank in his bare, sun-kissed chest. She nodded her silent approval of Evan and Rex. Both bare-chested as well, it was hard to keep from thinking of the hedonistic possibilities trickling in the dark recesses of her mind. All three men wore the same black jeans. Aubrey couldn’t help but smile at that. Only men would overlook the importance of matching their clothing to the setting. Not that she was complaining. Snug jeans conformed to Rex’s thick, powerful thighs she remembered all too well. The black material matched the mass of hair that fell around the most stunning face she had ever seen. Hazel eyes stared back at her with the same hungry, demanding lust she had once feared. Tonight she looked forward to sating it. And Evan. Her skin tingled under his perusal, his almond-colored gaze sliding down her body with an intensity that reminded her of Rex and Lorenzo. The three men were too much alike in that aspect. All determined to fuck her hard.

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The rich hues of indigo, burgundy, gold, and royal blue accentuated Lorenzo’s olivetoned skin. He had starred in her dreams for the past few nights. Her skin tingled under their lusty perusals. “What am I doing here?” “We freed you from your confinement,” Lorenzo said. Anticipation knotted in her stomach as she shook her head. “No. I was fine where I was. Send me back.” Evan smiled. Her pussy moistened. “Afraid we’d rather keep you around. After all, you have to obey us now, right?” Aubrey closed her eyes and willed her body to play the role out rather than pounce on the three men like she wanted to. She nodded at Evan. “Yes, Master.” “Anything at all?” Rex asked. “Yes, Master.” She looked down at the plush beige carpet of the rented beachfront cottage. The possibilities racing through her mind had awakened her primal passion. Hopefully they wouldn’t disappoint her. “For how long?” Lorenzo asked. She shivered at the open-ended question. “For however long you find amusement with my service, Master.” “You poor thing.” Evan and Rex snickered at Lorenzo’s comment as she tugged at her costume one last time. The movement captured the men’s attention, and their gazes roamed over her body once again. “She’s such a little bundle,” Rex commented. “Good things come in small packages,” Lorenzo stated. “You think she can handle us all?” Evan asked.

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“Without a doubt.” Lorenzo’s voice cascaded through her. “Why don’t you come and sit with us?” Wariness filled Aubrey. Fear of the men was the farthest thing from her mind, but she worried about her reaction. It had been too long since she’d enjoyed the pleasure of a man thanks to the psycho ex. The freak had made it impossible for her to enjoy the company of men. Her bare feet padded to them. Rex fluffed a burgundy and gold pillow and motioned for her to sit between him and Lorenzo. When she sat Indian-style between them, her thighs grazed their legs. Her pulse pounded in response. “There’s no reason to be frightened. What’s your name?” Evan asked. “Most do not worry about names. They merely demand.” She glanced at the men as she placed her hands on her knees. “Aubrey, Master.” “That’s a beautiful name. How long had you been in that bottle?” Rex asked, his fingers traveling down her right shoulder. “Too long, Master.” “It must get very lonely in there,” Evan said as he positioned himself behind her. “What do you do to pass the time?” Aubrey closed her eyes and savored the light caresses of their hands on her shoulders and back. What would a genie do to pass the time in a bottle? This one would be trying to make her toes curl, but she doubted they’d find that as humorous as she did. “It gets quite dull.” “Lie back and relax.” Lorenzo stroked the soft skin of her rib cage and downward to her upper abdomen once she was lying comfortably on the soft pillows. “I’m sure you find ways to amuse yourself. Do you want to show us?” “Show you?” Aubrey’s heart beat wildly. “Yes, show us how you pleasured yourself.” Rex’s warm breath tickled her neck.

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She nodded her head, unable to believe their first request. She had expected a blowjob, or even getting straight to the sex. But they wanted to watch her masturbate? The realization struck her that she hadn’t ever touched herself in front of the men she’d dated. Why the hell hadn’t she? Embarrassment stained her cheeks. Being a sexual siren wasn’t firsthand nature for her, even though she wanted everyone to think it was. Her fingers glided down her neck and toyed with the thin material confining her breasts. The heat from her touch increased the adrenaline and self-confidence streaming through her veins. She moaned slightly as she massaged her stomach muscles, and then dipped her hand under the band of her bottoms briefly. Aubrey chanced a glance at Lorenzo and Rex beside her and saw them both enthralled with her actions. She smiled and leaned back to afford Evan the same view the other two had. Her fingers untied the top to her costume, and she lifted it up slightly. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as Evan pulled her top off the rest of the way. Murmurs of appreciation came from Lorenzo and Rex. She closed her eyes and palmed her breasts, moaning softly as she pinched her hardened nipples. Moisture pooled between her legs. Never had pleasuring herself been this empowering. Silence filled the room. Other than her heavy breathing and their bodies shifting restlessly beside her, no sounds permeated the room. Nothing to detract from the movements of her hands down her body. She squeezed her breasts one last time and flicked her nipples. Trailing her hands down her stomach, she whimpered when the gauze pant material got in her way. She gasped as Rex and Lorenzo lifted her hips slightly and began tugging the material down her toned legs. Their fingers massaged her thighs and slid across her skin slowly. They eased her gauze pants and thong off and watched her closely. With one hand pinching her nipples and touching her breasts, she allowed the other one to delve to her heated core. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of her fingertips

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gliding across her wet slit and cried out when her thumb grazed her clit. The slight touch had almost sent her over the edge. She intended to make all three of them pant before that happened. Parting her folds, her fingers ran across her slit before one digit slowly delved inside. She bucked and thrust herself on her finger as her thumb rubbed her clit. Her other hand ran across her heated skin. Their heavy breathing excited her, urged her toward the orgasm she felt creeping up on her. But she wanted just a little more from them. Aubrey whimpered when she removed the finger. Bringing it up to her lips, she licked it tentatively before moaning softly and sucking on it fully. All three men groaned. “Shit,” Rex said beside her. She couldn’t help but smile at the guttural reactions around her. The thrill from it coursed through her body, increasing her need to orgasm. Wiggling slightly, she found a comfortable position on the pillows supporting her back and strategically placed her head on Evan’s lap. Throwing her left leg over Lorenzo’s thigh and her right over Rex’s knee, she allowed her fingers to slide slowly back down her stomach. Her fingers thrust inside her. Two wasn’t quite enough and three was a bit too wide to find a comfortable groove. Aubrey whined her displeasure as she began pumping the two digits in and out of herself with a pace she knew would work well. She’d kill for her vibrator right about now. Her thumb flicked and played with her swollen clit. She could feel the pleasure building up in her and knew she was close to the orgasm she wanted so badly. She wanted to open her eyes and see their reaction, to share the intimate moment with them. But doing this with someone watching was too new, and she didn’t trust herself to continue if she looked at them. Waves of pleasure crashed around her; her body convulsed. She pumped her slit with her fingers as she rode the sensations sliding through her like molten lava. When the last

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tendril lapped across her insides, she collapsed against the pillows and men, not caring where her limbs fell. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she bit her lips to suppress the groan she felt rolling up from her throat. Lorenzo’s prominent bulge was so close. Aubrey didn’t have to look to know Evan and Rex probably had the same tenting jeans. Damn, she needed to be fucked. Now. “Did I please you, Masters?” Her voice panted the question in between labored breaths. “Very much so, Aubrey. Thank you.” Lorenzo’s deep voice wrapped around her as his fingers slid down her arm. “Beautiful job. I bet you would do much better if you had a toy to use. Wouldn’t that be good, Aubrey?” She turned her head slightly to look at Evan. Sweet heavens, she couldn’t do that again with a toy. She needed at least a few moments to recover. “Do you mind if we try?” Evan asked. Aubrey moaned her approval and settled back as she felt her legs being pulled apart once again. Positioned as she was before, awareness shot through her as Rex and Lorenzo each palmed a breast. One massaged, the other squeezed. A hand rubbed her pussy as she writhed in pleasure. Moisture pooled between her legs when she felt the finger slide inside of her. “She’s very tight,” Rex stated. Aubrey shifted down slightly to take more of the wandering digit. “We’ll have to work her out extra hard then,” Lorenzo said as he pinched her nipple. Aubrey cried out as a second finger entered her. “You’re right. She’s very tight. Check it out, Evan.” Rex and Lorenzo pushed her up slightly, reclining her against Evan. Evan’s hands caressed her skin as they made their way down between her parted thighs. Rex pulled his finger out, but Lorenzo kept his thrusting inside her. She bucked wildly when Evan added

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two of his digits to the fucking of her pussy. She leaned against him and allowed her hands to grip Lorenzo and Rex’s thighs as she rode the fingers fucking her. Aubrey closed her eyes, unable to keep track of who was doing what. She didn’t want to. A moan escaped her parted lips as a warm mouth descended on her breast, sucking her hard nub. “Poor little Aubrey. You aren’t getting any rest anytime soon.” A burst of desire exploded within her, embers of feeling pulsing through her body as she rode the latest orgasm. These men were too good at getting her body to react how they wanted. She opened her eyes when they moved her slightly, parting her legs even more. Her eyes widened seeing a large, phallic-shaped toy that Lorenzo held. “What’s that for?” He laughed softly and slid it up her inner thigh slowly. “We need to test you and see if you can handle us.” She knew she could. “Don’t worry though. We’ve got some heating lubricant here that’ll keep your tight, little pussy begging for it,” Rex said. Aubrey whimpered as they spread the lubricant on her slit and clit. The warm tingling spread through her veins and ignited her need. She watched them liberally coat the wide dildo with lube as well. It was going to feel so good inside of her. “Be a good girl, and take it for us. If you behave, we’ll let you ride it,” Evan said. She’d rather impale herself on their hard cocks and ride them. Her hands wandered to cup Lorenzo and Rex, but they both glared down at her and shook their heads. “No touching the Masters, Aubrey,” Rex said. “We’ll have to punish you for that, I’m afraid. A genie should know better,” Lorenzo commented as he thrust the large dildo into her wet pussy. She cried out as it began pumping in and out of her with deep, fast strokes.

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“Mmm…I think she likes it,” Evan commented as he massaged her breast. “That’s good. She’s got a lot of cock to satisfy. Her pussy needs to be hungry for it,” Rex said. “Not just her pussy,” Lorenzo added as the dildo went back into her in one deep stroke. Oh, sweet heavens, she’d explode if they didn’t stop talking like that. She bucked and writhed between them as the dildo fucked her into a frenzied state of need. Lorenzo grinned at her then abruptly stopped. She pounded her fist on his leg and growled her frustration. Rex laughed. “Our little genie doesn’t like having to wait.” “Are they picking on you, honey?” Evan asked. Aubrey murmured and settled against his lap as Rex took the toy and began pumping it in and out of her wet slit. Hungry lips seized hers in a kiss that only fueled her need to have the men inside of her. Evan’s mouth slanted, his tongue toyed with hers and thrust in and out in a fast tempo that matched the speed of Rex’s fucking. She wrapped her hands around his face and savored the taste of him. His fingers cupped her face as he pulled away. “So sweet and hungry.” Lorenzo’s lips captured hers, his kiss hard and demanding. His teeth teased her bottom lip and nibbled softly when she hid her tongue from his. She tentatively offered it to him. The groan of gratitude wrapped around her as he suckled it. Damn, these men knew how to kiss. She relaxed against the pillows when Lorenzo broke away and looked expectantly up at Rex. He laughed. “You haven’t had enough yet, Aubrey?” She pouted slightly and gasped as he thrust deeper into her with the toy. “Come for us again, and I’ll give you your kiss.” Aubrey pushed her pussy onto the dildo, gasping each time Lorenzo rubbed her clit. Evan’s fingers played with her breasts while Rex continued the rigid pace driving her mad.

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She felt the release building within her again and heard Lorenzo laugh. How the hell did the man know so easily? “Should we let her come?” Lorenzo asked. Aubrey punched his thigh with her fist again and muffled her irritated scream. “I think she’s earned it,” Rex said as he slowed the pace down, his thumb sensuously rotating on her clit. Aubrey sighed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Finally. The aroma of her release filled her nostrils. Never had she orgasmed so much in such a short amount of time. Exhausted, she collapsed against the pillows and settled herself into her cocoon of men. Guilt washed through her that they had yet to get any pleasure from the role-play. But she figured they knew what they were doing, and she certainly wasn’t going to complain. Lorenzo rose and ambled into the next room. She closed her eyes, sated from her intense pleasure. “I like being a genie.” Rex laughed. “This is only the beginning.” Anticipation pounded within her. Lorenzo returned with two cloths. She mumbled her appreciation and smiled at him as he cleaned her. The second warm cloth was left draped over her mound. “I think she needs another round. What do you think, guys?” Lorenzo asked.

Was he serious? Holy biscuits. She wanted them inside her. As phenomenal as the foreplay was, she needed something more than that right now. Both Evan and Rex nodded their agreement. “What should it be? Oral?”

Oh, sweet heavens, yes. She considered herself an oral goddess but had never really received much in return. A few halfhearted attempts had left her unfulfilled. But these three men were bound to be great. So far they had managed to evoke responses and make her wanton for their attention with a speed that defied reason. Each move, each touch, each taste

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was methodical, suave, and performed with the precision of a surgeon. Their sexual prowess was an art form, and she was their canvas. “I think so. But let me take care of it. She needs the best,” Evan said. “Oh, really? Well, I know I’d do better than you.” Aubrey quickly realized that this had been rehearsed. Excitement filled her. The fact that they had planned ahead offered a thrill -- only she didn’t know what would happen. It was an added layer to their established control. “Why don’t we all take care of her, and let Aubrey choose the winner? I’m always up for a little friendly competition.” Lorenzo grinned. All three of them? She had died and gone straight to her ultimate fantasy. There was no way this was really happening.

Just please don’t let me wake until it’s over. Rex lifted her and moved her toward the center of the soft mass of pillows coating the floor. He parted her thighs, his fingers caressing the soft inner flesh. “So creamy and delicious. Do you mind if I go first?” She couldn’t breathe. Her pulse pounded in her ears as he settled between her legs. His warm mouth kissed a trail from her knees up to the heated juncture of her thighs. Deft fingers parted her folds and softly rubbed her quivering skin. Rex lapped at her; the flutter of his tongue made her shiver in delight. He flicked at her clit and urged it to respond to his gentle ministrations. Fingers slid inside of her and sensuously glided in and out. The methodical motion became hypnotic.

Lick, flick, plunge. Aubrey gasped as his tongue became more demanding, the feeling of it thrusting into her bucked her off the pillows. She grasped his head as he seized her hips and held her in place.

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She cried out Rex’s name as the orgasm exploded within her. His tongue continued its assault of her quivering mound as she curled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and savored each spine tingling moment. He lapped at her slit one last time before pulling away. “Delicious.” Never had a man managed to spiral her to orgasm so quickly. The sound of her heavy breathing increased her pulse rate as she wondered if Evan and Lorenzo intended to do the same. She almost didn’t want them to. Rex had made her feel so perfect. He’d wanted to pleasure her orally, had made it seem like a reward for him. Typically men made sure she knew it was a duty, an obligation that they’d rather not do. Like taking out the trash. “Okay, man. That isn’t how you make a woman scream. You have to focus on the entire body, not just this gorgeous mound.” Evan’s hand cupped her pussy. “How are you doing?” Aubrey didn’t trust her voice to respond vocally, but she nodded and smiled at him. “I’m sorry he was such a bull with you,” Evan whispered as he feathered his lips to hers. “He doesn’t understand how to treat a lady.” Rex laughed. She moaned as Evan’s mouth gently captured hers, his tongue awakening the desire she had experienced earlier with him. The man was a kissing god. His hands ran down her body, barely touching her skin. She moved toward his palms, but he pressed his weight onto her to keep her in place. Her entire body pulsated with need. His mouth captured her breast and sucked on her nipple in the same slow motion that had driven her body insane moments earlier. Fingers teased her pussy, promising entry they didn’t give. She groaned and bucked against him. He kissed his way down her stomach, hips, and thighs. Tugging on his hair to drag him where she needed him to go didn’t help. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, she tried to

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lock him into place. The attempt was met with a smug chuckle as he freed himself and pinned her legs down with his arms. Aubrey sighed when warm breath fluttered against her wet folds. Finally. Evan’s tongue darted across her before circling her overstimulated clit. His fingers added their foray into the dance spinning a web of pleasure throughout her body. She gasped at the first entry of his fingers, then moaned when his tongue replaced them. “She’s getting close.” Damn Lorenzo and his orgasm radar. She would find out how he was doing that one way or another. Evan pinched her clit and thrust his tongue in one last time. Pleasure burst through her. Clinging to him, she rode the tidal wave. Collapsing against the pillows, her insides twisted when Evan slowly leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Always a pleasure, Aubrey.” These men were way too suave. She wasn’t afraid to admit that the thought of Lorenzo orally stimulating her was terrifying. Something about the man screamed mysterious. Dangerous. It made her want to fuck him but made her apprehensive. He was unpredictable. Unlike the other two men, his actions were guarded. She couldn’t read him like she could the others. Lust was in his eyes, but the rest of his honed body was masked in a shroud of secrecy. So far, he had held himself in check. She could tell. The hungry look in his eyes made her think he was just waiting for the perfect chance to pounce on her like an animal. Poor Charlotte. Matias had been like that. There was no telling how hard she had gotten fucked. Her pussy clenched. Her gaze drifted to Lorenzo, and she silently dared him to do his worst. Or best. She shivered when he grinned. “I’m not sure you’re ready for me.” Aubrey laughed and stretched on the pillows, making sure her entire body flexed off the floor as she did. “It’s okay. Not everyone can handle a genie.”

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“Damn!” Evan exclaimed. Rex burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Little minx,” Lorenzo muttered as he knelt. Her heart flailed in her chest, her stomach lunged to her throat. Teasing him might not have been a good thing. Aubrey’s stomach tingled as his fingers trailed across it and slanted to the side to flick a nipple. His tongue teased her navel and slid down toward her mound. A gasp escaped her lips when his fingers delved between her folds. Lorenzo’s tongue lapped then sucked her clit into his hot mouth. Aubrey cried out in awareness as flames of desire scorched through her bloodstream. He was relentless; the focused attention to her sensitive womanhood continued as his fingers fucked her hard and deep. Breathing became gasping between moans. She ran her hands through his hair but knew that trying to control his pace was futile. The man demanded he remain in charge with the animalistic way he savored her. Aubrey relaxed and allowed the waves of sensation Lorenzo created to rage out of control. The current of desire increased with each lap and delve of his tongue and fingers. Each suck on her clit edged her closer to the electrical release she knew was so close. Lorenzo’s tongue thrust into her slit, his thumb massaged her swollen bundle of nerves. Her body began to convulse as she reveled in the orgasm consuming her. The only man that had come close to making her scream with such desire had been Matias. Even his oral skills paled in comparison to these three men. Aubrey nestled in the pillows and savored the remnants of her latest release. Evan offered another cloth to Rex as he sat beside her. She closed her eyes and allowed the warmth to seep into her pleasured mound. “Are you thirsty?” Evan asked. She nodded, not realizing until then how dry and scratchy her throat felt. She licked her lips as she heard water running in the adjoining bathroom. Lorenzo reclined beside her

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and focused his attention on straightening the mass of brunette curls that had fallen around her face. Evan knelt down and slowly raised her upper body, a cup of cool water appeared near her lips. She drank, then thanked him when he set it aside and returned her to the cocoon of softness. “This genie definitely has enjoyed her first night out of her bottle.” The men laughed. Evan and Rex settled near her, Evan lying above her head and Rex at her other side. Surrounded by gorgeous men that had yet to get their own release. Guilt washed through her. “Let me catch my breath, and then I will take care of you all.” Lorenzo laughed. “No, Aubrey, you rest. The three of us are big boys. We can handle waiting.” “Yes, you need to sleep. You looked tired when you arrived,” Evan stated. She didn’t like hearing that she looked tired, but she knew what they said was true. It had been weeks since she had had a decent night’s sleep. She couldn’t share with them the reason why, even though a small part of her wanted to. It would be so simple to think these three men could take care of the rest of her fucked up life as easily as they had satisfied her sexual needs. But this weekend was about pleasure, and there was nothing enjoyable about her stalking psychopath of an ex. Dragging them into the drama wouldn’t be fair. At least they weren’t at her place. Not that it seemed to matter. She had moved three times in the past few months, and he still managed to find her. The freak bothered her just enough to keep her jumpy, but not enough for the courts to grant her a restraining order. Aubrey shook the unwelcome thoughts out of her head. She sighed and snuggled back into the pillows. “I’m gonna have to buy me some of these. I never thought they’d be this comfortable.”

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Rex laughed. “The twenty or so down comforters we put under them might have something to do with it too.” A smile spread across her face as her mind began fantasizing of ways to pleasure them. Tomorrow, the genie would really have some fun.

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Chapter Eight

Aubrey stretched and ran her hand under the soft pillow at her side. Sleeping on her stomach most of the night, she had enjoyed having three warm, strong, male bodies around her. Opening her eyes, she grinned remembering how she had woken each of them during the night by playing with their cocks. A girl has needs, and she wasn’t about to lose the opportunity for pleasure that these three gorgeous hunks presented. She looked around and noticed she had the room to herself. Curiosity stirred her from her comfortable place amongst the center of the assorted pillows. Where had the guys gone? Donning the first shirt she found, she walked into the other room. Soft voices led her to the primary living room area. Running her hands through her hair, she yawned as she entered the room. All three men turned and smiled, their gazes silently assessing her almost naked and barely awake state. The ravenous look on their faces matched the need building in her pussy. She always loved the early morning fuck, where she and her partner were barely awake enough to be aware of each other. Emotions tended to run higher then, and inhibitions were lowered. At least hers were.

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“I woke up, and none of you were there.” She pouted, knowing the effect it normally had on men. “We knew you needed your sleep. You have a long day ahead of you,” Rex said. Her pulse raced as she noticed the wary glances they cast at each other. “Is there something wrong?” The past few months had taught her to be aware of the slightest noise. The smallest thing out of place. She had become a nervous person by nature thanks to that prick Dave. She’d give just about anything for five minutes alone with that creep and a dull butcher knife in her hand. “Just some neighborhood punk probably playing a prank on us,” Evan commented dryly as he stepped forward. “Are you hungry?” Unease pulsed in her veins. She shook her head even as her stomach rumbled its confirmation. “What happened?” “It isn’t anything to worry about. It’s already been dealt with. Let’s get you something to eat, and then we’ll go and take a leisurely walk on the beach. This part of it is private, so we should be very secluded.” A thread of desire coursed through her, but the building apprehension refused to let it gather around her insides. She tugged on the bottom of the black T-shirt and smiled when she realized it was pointless. All three of them had seen her in far less than this. Lorenzo stepped forward. “Why don’t you go and slide on some jeans or something you’re comfortable in, and we’ll run over to the café down the road and grab a bite to eat?” Aubrey shook her head and tugged the shirt over her head. Tossing it on the floor, she grinned at the three men. “I’d rather wait till afterward if that’s okay with you.” Rex whistled loudly. “You won’t hear an argument from me,” Evan stated.

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She smiled and slid her gaze over Lorenzo’s naked torso, silently daring him to refuse her. Turning, she didn’t wait for confirmation. Her pulse raced as she walked back toward her sea of pillows. She had fantasized about their hard cocks all night, and she wasn’t letting hunger pangs stand in her way. The three men sauntered into the room. She grinned and looked over at the pillows expectantly. “If it would please you, the genie would like you all to strip and lay down.” “She’s already getting bossy after only one night.” Lorenzo laughed at Evan’s statement while the three men removed their clothing and complied with her request. Looking down at their gloriously naked bodies, Aubrey felt more like Goldilocks than a genie. Three impressive cocks awaited her attention. Varying in length and girth, all of them made her pussy quiver with anticipation. She knelt between them, then smiled when all three assumed the place they had slept in last night. “Who should I start with first?” “Evan. I think his ugly mug hasn’t gotten fucked in a long time,” Rex said. “Shut the hell up, man.” Aubrey grinned as she looked at Evan. There definitely was nothing ugly about him. Her hands ran across his sinewy flesh, tracing the contours of his torso down to his erection. Wrapping her hands around his shaft, she pumped his cock until he emitted a groan of need. Taking the tip into her mouth, she allowed her hands to run down Lorenzo and Rex’s bodies until she found their hard members. Pumping them with her hands, she sucked Evan with her mouth. Aubrey had never tried this before, and she wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up. She hoped they would want to be inside her as much as she wanted them. Or so she hoped. All three emitted sounds of pleasure that mixed with her throaty responses. “Fuck,” Rex muttered.

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Aubrey paused her ministrations and straddled Evan. She kissed him hungrily and ran her hands down his torso. His fingers played with her nipples as she slid him inside of her. Closing her eyes, she rode him hard. This should have happened last night. Some of her raging need would have been satisfied. She groaned when someone pushed her torso forward slightly, and a warm sensation coated her other hole. Lubricant. Her pulse raced as Lorenzo settled in behind her. “Hello there.” “I couldn’t wait,” he whispered in her ear. Double penetration had always been one of her fantasies and had so far gone unfulfilled. Sure, she had had plenty of opportunities, but none of them had felt right. This did. These men did. “Good.” Lorenzo’s hands joined Evan’s in the exploration of her body. Aubrey closed her eyes, unable to keep track of which man was tweaking her nipples or licking a path down her neck. It didn’t matter. She bit her lip as she felt a firm push against her ass. A sigh escaped her lips when Lorenzo entered her. Wedged between two men, she savored the incredible fullness, and the ebbs of contentment burst through her. Every inch of her was aware as the two men began thrusting in unison. She clung to them, alternating between clawing at Evan’s chest and digging her nails into Lorenzo’s powerful thighs. Heavy breathing filled her ears. The sound of skin on skin and the smell of sex permeated the area. She opened her eyes and looked over at Rex. His long fingers were wrapped around his shaft. She might never have this chance again -- the opportunity to enjoy three men all determined to extract mind-shattering orgasms from her. Greed encouraged her to call him over. Two long steps brought him to her. She wrapped her fingers around him and began pumping his cock. His groan of satisfaction filled her with happiness and self-confidence.

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Lorenzo nipped her back, his hands squeezed her breasts and slid across her body. Evan’s fingers rubbed her clit and massaged down her legs. Pleasure coursed through her veins and fired her blood. Aubrey could feel the spasms culminating in her and was powerless to stop it. Not that she wanted to. “Mmm, you’re getting close, aren’t you?” Lorenzo asked. “How the hell do you do that?” she asked breathlessly. “I have to admit it’s freaky.” Evan and Rex both laughed. “Maybe someday, I’ll tell you.”

Wonderful. Aubrey closed her eyes and allowed the feelings to rage unchecked in her. The intensity of her orgasm surprised her when it hit. Her pussy clenched Evan’s cock as she cried out from the effects of the powerful reaction to the men. Fingers softly stroked her clit and rubbed around her body, coaxing her to continue riding them for just a bit longer. The men pumped their cocks in and out of her with smooth, confident strokes. Aubrey moaned when she opened her eyes and saw Evan’s face contorted with his anticipated release. Lorenzo groaned behind her. Before she could brace herself, both men were surrendering to their own intense orgasms. Collapsing on the pillows, Aubrey stared up at the ceiling, unable to believe the whirlwind of emotions that had swept over her. All three men were unbelievable. Their ability to draw desire out of her so easily was daunting to her. Unfathomable. Not that she was about to complain. She curled up on the pillows and looked up at Rex. “Hey, why don’t you come over here and join me?” Her pulse raced as the man stretched out beside her, his cock still hard. Reaching out, she began pumping his cock with the same demanding strokes she had before. Her pussy quivered thinking about riding him like she had Evan.

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Seizing his mouth with hers, she kissed him with the hunger still pumping through her veins. Rex blazed a heated trail across her skin, his mouth and tongue refusing to waiver from their course down her body. She couldn’t remember any man spending as much time taunting her as these men had. Rex spread her thighs and covered her body with his. Her pulse raced with the renewed realization that she was about to get fucked with all the unspent need she saw burning in his eyes. Flutters of passion danced across her flesh as fingers slid over wet slit. “God, you’re still so ready.” “It’s hard not to be with the three of you paying such great attention to me.” Rex groaned and slid his hard cock into her in one smooth, full stroke. A moan of appreciation escaped her parted lips. Licking them, she closed her eyes and savored his deep thrusts into her pussy. Waves of sensation crashed around her as she squeezed Rex’s ass cheeks and pulled him closer. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she reclined back on the pillows and arched her body up to him. “She’s a little vixen, isn’t she?” Evan asked. “Oh yeah,” Rex said. He captured her mouth with his, allowing her to lead the kiss between them. The sound of skin colliding against skin filled the room as he plunged into her. She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles, savoring the ebbs of pleasure washing through her body with each delicious moment of contact. Her hands roamed across the contours of his body, pausing to pinch his nipples. Lorenzo and Evan watching compounded the adrenaline surging in her veins, her ragged breathing filled her ears. She had known multiple partners would excite her, spin her enjoyment to a height she had only fantasized about. But nothing could have prepared her for the reality. It was even better than she had expected.

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Pleasure overcame her as another powerful orgasm exploded. Spasms consumed her muscles. He groaned and plunged into her one last time before coming. Her heavy breathing matched his. They both collapsed into the pillows. “Thanks, genie. I needed that.” Aubrey smiled. “It’s my pleasure to serve.” Lorenzo stepped forward. “Why don’t we all get showered and dressed, and then we can grab some food?” Her stomach rumbled a response. All three men laughed. Heat stained her cheeks. “Yeah, I think someone is ready for some breakfast,” Evan said. Relief washed over her as she realized how at ease she felt around them. She had imagined the moments between sex would be filled with awkwardness. But none of them seemed competitive. That made her wish the weekend wouldn’t end. When she added the fact that last night was the first full night of rest she had gotten in months, it made leaving the beachside rental property difficult to fathom. “You three go ahead and shower first. I’ll take the last run.” Closing her eyes, she succumbed to the desire to take a nap, a grin on her face. Maybe the walk on the beach later would turn into something more.

***** The ride to the café was filled with silence. She couldn’t help but sense that once again she had missed something while she had been asleep. Asking about it had gotten her a glower, a shrug, and a smile. Men. The café was small and relatively quiet for a midmorning Sunday at the beach. Then again, it had been ages since Aubrey had indulged in excursions to unnecessary places. The waitress sat them in the back of the restaurant. She dove for the seat against the wall.

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The three men lifted eyebrows at her and Evan outright laughed. They wouldn’t understand her reasoning, so explaining was a moot point. That’s what pissed her off the most. Dave had turned her into a paranoid mass of nerves. Shaking all thoughts of the useless prick out of her head, she unfolded her napkin and spread it across her crossed legs as the three men settled in their chairs. She could see the appreciative glances of women as their gazes wandered across the men. The obvious speculation of some of them made her chuckle softly. “I think you all are making quite a splash here.” Lorenzo looked around. “It’d be even funnier if you planted a big kiss on all of us right now and gave them a real reason to stare.” “That would be funny,” Aubrey admitted. But making a scene wasn’t something she intended. For once, she merely wanted to enjoy their company and the safe feeling being with them provided. She didn’t want anyone watching her or looking at her except for them. “How long have you lived in your apartment?” Evan asked. “I’ve lived in San Francisco for a while, but that area of town is fairly new to me. I moved a little while ago. I’m still trying to find time to unpack all the boxes.” She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. Dumping a creamer and two sugars into it, she stirred and took another taste. “We women tend to accumulate lots of crap, in case you all didn’t know that.” “I know all about that,” Rex said. “I have four sisters, and I’ve had to help every last one of them move. Talk about crap. I swear I’ve moved the same boxes hundreds of times. I don’t think they’ve ever been opened.” “You never know when you may need something. Your sisters are lucky to have you to help them when they need it.” Lorenzo shook his head at her statement. “We wanted to ask you a question, but we don’t want to pry or alarm you.” Unease punched her gut as she nodded her head.

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Evan cleared his throat. “Someone left a not-so-nice note on the front door this morning.” Had Dave found them this weekend? But how? Fear sliced her veins open and gushed adrenaline through her. “It was probably some punks in the area, but we wanted to find out if you’ve been having any problems recently,” Lorenzo said. “Is someone bothering you, Aubrey?” Rex asked. She searched for a response and smiled at the waitress as she came over with the mound of ordered food. All four of them remained silent as they watched the plates being set out in front of them. What was happening with Dave wasn’t any of their business, but she hadn’t wanted it to affect her enjoyment this weekend. The waitress left the area, and Aubrey knew her reprieve was at an end. “I have an exboyfriend that doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.” “Ah,” Evan said. “I hate men like that.” She couldn’t help but grin when he winked. “How long has he been bothering you?” Rex asked. “About ten months now, not that I’m counting or anything.” Lorenzo coughed and took a sip of water. “Aubrey, that isn’t a small problem.” “I’ve taken care of it as best as I can. If he was the one that left the note, I’d know. Where is it?” She looked between the men expectantly but was met with the same shrug, smile, and glower from earlier. “We’ll take care of it,” Lorenzo said. “Let’s finish breakfast. Then we can go back to the house and take a nice, pleasurable walk on the beach.” He winked at her. For the first time, Aubrey didn’t find his wink sensual or delightful. She couldn’t let the fear choking her go. She needed to know whether Dave was watching or not. “Aubrey, relax. We shouldn’t have asked. We’d already more or less decided that it must have been some prick bothering you,” Rex said.

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If only she could relax. The safe cocoon she had thought they wrapped her in had just been gutted open by the sick reality that was Dave. She’d never be free from his demented interference in her life. Surprisingly her mind calmed after a few moments of idle banter between the men. She discovered that Evan was a practical joker and had a sense of humor she found rather amusing. After finishing breakfast, she headed back to the house with the men. Donning a red two-piece, she made her way back into the living room. Her mouth watered at Lorenzo’s, Evan’s, and Rex’s bare chests and tight swim trunks. Suddenly, spending a day on a secluded beach sounded like a wonderful idea. Then again, staying inside and enjoying the men seemed even better. It surprised her she was able to stop worrying about Dave’s stalking so easily, but she felt safe with the three men around her. After the weekend was over and she was back at her own apartment alone, she’d go back to fretting over the horrible situation. The sand felt good between her toes. It had been too long since she’d been to the beach. To her surprise, the men had already set up a huge spread under a large umbrella. She smiled when Lorenzo held up a bottle of suntan lotion. “I was going to rub her down,” Evan said. “I thought that was my job,” Rex commented. Aubrey laughed at the argument as the three men squared off around the bottle of lotion. “Why don’t all three of you put some on me? That way I definitely won’t burn.” She laid face down on the beach towel. Lorenzo knelt beside her and undid her bikini top. “Wouldn’t want lines.” “We’ll forget about the fact I’m in the shade, right?” “You can’t be too careful.” His fingers massaged her tense muscles. She moaned softly and savored the euphoric effects of the ministrations. Another set of hands began to massage her legs. “Damn, you’re too tense.”

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Rolling over onto her back, she smiled up at Rex. “What are you going to do about it?” The men chuckled as they settled around her. Excitement surged within her, her pulse quickened. Lorenzo removed her top and cupped her breasts with his hands while Rex untied her bottom and removed it. Aubrey had never been naked in public. The possibility of being caught increased her lust. Evan’s hands massaged their way around her body, and Rex’s fingers dipped into her wet slit. Lorenzo pinched her nipples, then captured a bud in his mouth and sucked softly. She closed her eyes, not caring who touched her where. Once again, she was unable to keep track of the men and their phenomenal ministrations to her hungry body. All her pentup stress disappeared as the men pried another orgasm from her, their eager hands and mouths refusing to accept anything but her cry from pleasure. Rex removed his swim trunks and parted her creamy thighs. She moaned as he plunged inside her. Evan and Lorenzo stripped, and Aubrey reached for their thick members. Sighing in contentment, she took Lorenzo’s cock into her mouth. Her hand massaged his balls as she sucked the tip; her fingers stroked the length of his shaft. Rex thrust in and out of her, making her gasp against the cock filling her mouth. “Come and join us, man.” Aubrey moaned as Rex called Evan to join them. He repositioned her so that she was riding his cock, but still sitting up to suck Lorenzo. The new position gave Evan the chance to enter her from behind. Aubrey’s heart raced as the lubricant was generously spread on her. Her cries vibrated against Lorenzo’s thick member when Evan entered her. Aubrey was afraid to open her eyes and see the incredibly erotic sight of the three of them surrounding her. Filling her. Fucking her. She rode the two cocks in her and sucked Lorenzo with the same intensity Rex and Evan fucked her. Lorenzo pumped her mouth with slow but confident strokes, his fingers

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toying with her hair and running down her face. The rapturous state they brought her to so easily was addictive, and Aubrey didn’t want to leave it. Ever. The tidal wave of desire crashed around her. Hands and mouths explored her skin as her orgasm consumed what senses she had left. Before she knew it, all three men were surrendering to their own releases. Aubrey collapsed, not caring which man supported her. Never had she felt this protected and cherished. If only it could remain like this forever. “You fucking slut !” She heard the voice that had starred in her nightmares for the past few months. Rex drew her against his body as Evan and Lorenzo leaped up and glared at the unwelcome man. Lorenzo punched the psycho in the stomach. Shoving him to the ground, he pushed his face into the sand. “Who is this asshole, Aubrey?” Her heart beat wildly, fear pounded in her head. “He’s my ex.” “The stalking ex?” Evan asked. Aubrey nodded. She didn’t trust her voice. She huddled against Rex’s muscular frame as Lorenzo pulled Dave up. “Listen to what I say. If you ever speak to or follow Aubrey again, I’ll carve you up into tiny pieces no one will ever find. Do you understand me?” “You don’t scare me.” Dave laughed. “I’d listen to him if I were you.” Evan sat down and ran his hands down her back, silently massaging the fear from her. “You should be terrified enough to piss yourself right now. But that’s okay. You and I will have a heart-to-heart away from the lady, and I’ll tell you exactly why you should be crying in fear right now.” Aubrey shivered at the menacing tone in Lorenzo’s voice. Rex cringed. “I wouldn’t want to be you right now, Dave.”

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Confusion filled her as Lorenzo hauled her ex up from the sand and shoved him toward Evan. “I’ll call you guys when I’ve gotten this prick back where he belongs. We probably need to get Aubrey back to the condo just in case someone saw this little altercation and called the police.” “Where are you going?” Aubrey asked as Lorenzo slid into his trunks. “It’s okay. Rex and Evan are going to take you home. There’s no need to ever worry about this asshole again. I’m just sorry that we didn’t get to finish our weekend properly.” She didn’t understand why they had to leave, or how things had happened so fast. One minute she was lapping up the attention the men were giving her and enjoying herself, and the next her entire weekend had been stopped. Anger coiled in her as she glared at Dave. It was his fault. Hope awakened within her as she thought about what Lorenzo had said. She really wished she would never have to worry about Dave again, but she didn’t know how that would be possible.

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Chapter Nine

Julia Fletcher smoothed out the creases in the wine-colored blouse and nodded her approval at the fit of the dark black skirt. She would have preferred a pointed-toe shoe, but the black patent pumps would work. It wasn’t like they’d be on that long. Her mind reeled at the thought. Why had she agreed to do this? Role-playing wasn’t meant for frumpy women most deemed one step from a nunnery. She wiped soft pink blush on her skin and wished her complexion were just a bit darker. Like Aubrey’s maybe. Or even Francie’s. Applying matching lipstick, she smacked her lips and toyed with the stray black ringlet determined to trail down her right eye. She looked like the perfect housewife, or at least she thought she did. Then again, she was supposed to be a naughty housewife. No. This approach would heighten the pleasure. Hopefully. Liberal sexual practices had never been something Julia experimented with, not even during her college years. But there was a first time for everything. Anticipation reared its head as she exited her bathroom and entered the bedroom. She scanned the area, her hands running over the newly formed goose bumps on her arms. The room was as neat and close to perfect as she could get it. It was always like this. Except for

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the box of condoms she had tucked in the nightstand. And her stash of late-night romances and mysteries had been tucked away safely in the locked closet. She recited the background of the role-play in her head. She and Toby had married two years ago and marital bliss soon gave way to lonely, sleepless nights on a regular basis as his business kept him away from home. Exhaustion crippled his willingness to sexually satisfy her more than once every other week. Twice if she was lucky. Julia laughed. Yeah, she’d be okay with that in her real life. She slipped into the mind of a newly married woman overcome with unfulfilled lust. She loved her husband, but needed more attention than his busy life could give her. Her fingers slid across her empty wedding finger. Hopefully the handyman would be able to find the dropped ring. Toby would be pissed if he found out it slipped down the drain in the sink. After all, it hadn’t been paid off completely. The doorbell rang, and her pulse raced. Randy. The incredibly sexy man could fix just about anything. Guilt poured through her as she recalled the time or two she had actually intentionally broken something just to have an excuse for him to come over. But she wouldn’t think about that right now. Walking toward the front door, she took a deep breath. She opened the door. Standing there wearing a tight, navy blue T-shirt, a pair of faded, hip-hugging jeans, and a weathered brown tool belt, Randy was the embodiment of male perfection. “Hi, Randy. Thanks for coming over so quickly.” He smiled, the small splash of freckles adorning his cheeks made the butterflies in her stomach flutter. “You know it’s always a pleasure to come and see you, Julia. How are you doing?” “Great, thanks. Come on in.” She stepped aside and savored the rush of happiness that flowed through her. “Do you want something to drink?” Randy shook his head. “No, I’ll wait until I can have some cookies to go with it. You always have the best snacks.”

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“Thanks. I love cooking and baking. I used to do it a lot more when Toby wasn’t working away from home so much.” Julia led Randy into the kitchen and admired the way his muscles flexed when he set his toolbox on top of the island. “It’s a shame that he’s away that often. I couldn’t leave a gorgeous thing like you all alone in this big, empty house. It’d break my heart.” Julia glanced around her spacious kitchen realizing for the first time that the house she had purchased really was empty for the most part. Two of the three bedrooms contained a few boxes and nothing more. Even the living room swallowed her one loveseat and cherry wood coffee table. “It isn’t that bad.” Randy cast a knowing look. Embarrassment flooded her as real life collided with the concocted fantasy. “So what seems to be the problem today?” Julia stepped toward the kitchen sink and pouted. “My ring fell down the sink.” A low whistle echoed through the room. “That isn’t good at all. Hubby might think you lost it intentionally. What kind of wife loses a rock that big?” “I know. I’m beside myself with worry.” She batted her eyes at Randy and watched his blue eyes dance in amusement. “Do you think you can save me?” Randy walked to the sink and peered down the drain. Julia bit her lip as his jeans conformed to the tightest ass she’d seen in a long time. Sitting down on one of the barstools, she watched in silent adoration as he knelt down and looked at the pipes under the sink. “Well, hopefully it’s still there. It’ll be hard to tell without opening the pipes up.” Toby stood and wiped his hands together. “Want me to get started?” She massaged her neck and frowned. “Yes, but I’m afraid I can’t pay you your usual going rate.” Anticipation coursed through her veins, her pulse raced. This is where things would get interesting, she hoped. Randy stepped toward her. “Well, I’m on company time ‘til tomorrow. I could try and come back in a couple of days when I’m off and take care of it.”

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She shook her head. “No, Toby will be home tomorrow morning, and I can’t let him see me without that ring on.” Randy’s fingers grazed her cheek. “Would he think you were stepping out on him?” She looked away, her entire body aware of his closeness. Mere inches separated them. “Why would he think that?” “You’re a beautiful woman with needs and he isn’t being an attentive husband if he’s always away.” He removed the clip holding her hair. “You’d have every right to find someone who could satisfy you.” Tendrils of desire flickered across her skin when he cupped her face and leveled her gaze with his. Her mind raced for a response to his statement other than the “yes” she wanted to scream. What should her response be? “I’m married.” Randy laughed. “One doesn’t have much to do with the other, Julia.” “But I love my husband.” Julia closed her eyes and absorbed the tender slide of Randy’s hand down her neck. In reality, this role would never happen. If she were fortunate enough to marry, she couldn’t picture cheating. She’d make it work with her husband. There was nothing communication couldn’t salvage. She told herself so, but knew saying nothing was a bad idea. There were too many extenuating circumstances that could compel a woman to stray even if she loved her spouse. “I don’t doubt that.” Warm breath tickled her ear, knots twisted in her stomach. “But you need love. You deserve to have someone to nurture and satisfy. Someone to see to your needs.”

Yes! Julia shook herself away from the bold response echoing within her. “Toby does all those things.”

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“Does he?” Confident fingers undid a button on her blouse. “When was the last time he made love to you?” She gasped and tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around her and kept her close to his body. “You shouldn’t ask something like that.” She battled the urge to put her arms around him as desire pulsed in her veins. A musky aroma riddled her other senses. She leaned into his strong body and parted her legs when he pressed his thigh in between hers. “There’s no reason to hide things from me. I care for you. There isn’t any reason we can’t confide and take comfort in one another.” Her hands massaged a path from his shoulders down his toned biceps and over to his defined stomach. A flutter of need awoke within her, fueled by Randy’s thigh pressed against the juncture of her legs. His mouth was hot and hungry, or maybe that was hers. The heady euphoria of chemistry sparking between them left her unaware of anything except her body’s burning desire for him. The role was one she couldn’t understand -- she wasn’t a housewife with an inattentive husband. But on the baser plane of reality she empathized with countless nights alone, and the throbbing ache to have someone holding her. Making love to her. Randy pushed her away from him. Her heavy breathing mixed with his as his blue eyes searched hers. She didn’t know what he wanted to see, but she suspected it was confirmation of the same reaction to the kiss. The intensity had shaken her. “Toby’s an idiot to leave you behind.” He pulled her back into his embrace, as if battling between his own lust and guilt. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.” Julia mentally fought the fog in her mind. She moved to stand and walk away, but he kept her trapped against the island.

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“There’s no reason to run from your natural instincts. You’re entitled to your needs, Julia. I’m here. Use me.” His voice slipped inside of her and wrapped around her insides like a comforting blanket. The game they were playing stirred the mixture of desire, fantasy, and loneliness she had allowed to remain untouched. But Julia knew it was time to seize the opportunity and ride it, however long she could. She swallowed and allowed her gaze to roam across the body that had fascinated her for so long. Randy was the man she had lusted for in college. The one fear had kept her going on a blind date with. Fear had kept her from enjoying a lot of things, and she was sick of it. She tugged on Randy’s T-shirt and dragged him back against her body. She moaned when his arms looped around her waist. She had never made love during the day. Or in the kitchen. Her greedy hands moved under his shirt and began tugging it over his head. Randy lifted his arms. “Here?” She grinned, brazenness empowering her for the first time she could remember. “Why not?” Tossing his shirt down on the floor beside them, she began unbuttoning hers. Randy chuckled, then reached over and yanked on the material. Her pulse raced with the sound of buttons landing on the wood flooring. “You are a bad boy.” His lips fluttered against hers. “No, just impatient when I see something I want.” Liquid heat pooled between her legs. He wanted her. Whether it was pretend for the sake of the role or reality, Julia didn’t care. Not now at least. Tomorrow was soon enough to break it apart and analyze the reasons. His fingers caressed her shoulders as they shared a kiss that kept her mind foggy and her senses centered exclusively on Randy. An earthquake wouldn’t have kept her from

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memorizing the contours of his abdominals or running her fingers through the small, soft patch of hair sprinkling his chest. Julia sighed as he nibbled a path from her mouth to her ear then down her neck. She shivered when his fingers hooked under her bra straps and began to slowly slide them off her shoulders. His lips heated her skin as he tasted each shoulder. Randy’s hands leisurely roamed down her back and settled between her shoulder blades. She trembled in his embrace, knowing his fingers were right near her bra clasp. She felt like a teenager getting felt up for the first time. Heat stained her cheeks as she nestled her head against his neck and inhaled the sensual, masculine cologne he wore. With an effortless flick of his wrist, Randy opened the bra. Julia moaned softly and moved back enough to let the garment to slide down her arms to the floor below. She chewed on her bottom lip, nervousness snaking through the pit of her stomach as she allowed Randy’s gaze to wander over her exposed breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered. The sweep of his eyes across her skin caused goose bumps. Her nipples hardened, and the smile of appreciation on his face made her even wetter. She had needed this for far too long. Physical contact with someone like Randy. To feel appreciated and wanted. Her hands went to the tool belt, and Randy quickly covered them with his own. Her heart beat wildly when it thudded to the floor. She looped two fingers into a loop on his jeans and tugged him through the kitchen into the living room. The island had been an erotic idea, but she wanted to enjoy the skin on skin contact. Randy laughed. “Where are you dragging me?” “Right here,” she said as she paused in front of the plush, white loveseat and pushed him down in the center. Emboldened with a newfound self-confidence, Julia smiled and straddled his muscular thighs. His hands cupped her breasts. “God, they’re gorgeous. Neglecting these is a travesty.”

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Julia relaxed against his body as his mouth feasted on her nipples. His hands ran down her legs and raised the skirt higher before massaging and caressing her exposed thighs. Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans as his teeth nibbled her nipple. She cried out at the playful way he toyed with the hardened nub. Adrenaline rushed through her. She unzipped the constricting denim material and heard a masculine groan of satisfaction as he broke away from her breasts. “Damn, Julia, I’m on fire right now.” “Me too.” She kissed him hungrily, demanding that she remain in control as her tongue claimed his. She moved off his hips and looked at him. “Lose them.” She prayed she didn’t have to say what “them” was because her mind couldn’t form complete sentences right now. Her pussy throbbed with a need she wasn’t sure she had ever experienced before. Her entire body craved his touch. Watching him shuck his jeans only fueled the raging inferno in her. It had been too long since she’d had sex. Julia swallowed her feminine appreciation of Randy’s long, full cock. She straddled his hips the moment the jeans hit the floor, and he settled back onto the sofa. Randy kissed her hungrily, her fingers wrapping around the hard member she had wanted to see. “You’re going to feel so good inside me.” She kissed him again, her tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth. Randy moaned and pulled her mouth from his. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she began to pump his shaft. “Damn. Condoms.” The word snapped her back into reality. How the hell had she forgotten? She should have been better prepared. Heat ran up her cheeks again. “How did I forget that they’re in the bedroom?” Randy chuckled. “Probably the same way that I forgot mine in the tool belt.”

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Laughter tumbled out of her at the image his words created. “Oh, please tell me you’re joking.” He shook his head as he began tugging her skirt off. She shifted her weight and allowed the material to drape on the floor. “I wish I was joking. And my brother would really get a kick out of it if I forget to take them out.” He stood. “Where in your bedroom?” A surge of awareness rushed through her. “The nightstand.” She watched his firm ass as he walked toward her bedroom. This was really going to happen. Following him into the bedroom and continuing there would have made the most sense, but Julia was tired of the boring. This added a thrill to it that she would remember for a long time. “Aha!” Julia laughed at the victorious exclamation from the other room. Would Randy find her sexual enough for his tastes? Unease invaded her euphoria. So far he seemed pleased enough, and that was all that mattered. He settled back down on the couch beside her and opened the package before rolling the condom on. Her pulse raced as she straddled him then smiled. “Now, where were we?” His lips glided across hers and his fingers ran across her wet slit. She moaned. Pleasure spiraled upward when he teased her pussy with the head of his hard cock. “Please. I don’t want to wait.” Julia didn’t recognize the sultry voice that came from her mouth. Randy lifted her up slightly, and she grasped his hard member, slowly guiding it into her quivering channel. A loud moan filled the room. It took a moment for her to realize she had made the noise. Moving tentatively at first, Julia wrapped her arms around Randy and kissed him. She could spend all day in this moment. “I love the way you feel around me.”

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She rode him faster and deeper, his hands held her hips. Licking and nibbling on his neck sent shivers down his body that she found stimulating. She hadn’t realized how much of an effect she was having on him. It excited her. Made her feel sexy, alive. An object of desire. The same sensation swept her away as she continued to alternate between deep, fast plunges and smooth, slow strokes. Never had a man brought out this boldness and level of sensuality from her. The fact that Randy did was both liberating and terrifying. Julia pushed back the thoughts about what would happen after their weekend was over. Her hands glided across his flesh wherever they could, her lips teased his as he bucked under her. Pleasure shot through her, radiating from her clit as Randy began to rub it.

Don’t let it end this soon. The mantra raced through her mind as the wondrous sensation began running rampant through her body. Julia dug her nails into his arms and cried out with her release. A loud masculine groan filled the room. Opening her eyes, she saw the look of total abandon on Randy’s face as he allowed his orgasm to overtake him. Together, they rode the waves of desire crashing around them. Heavy breathing filled her ears. His or hers, she didn’t care. She moved on his cock and savored the last of his release as long as she could before relaxing against him. “Wow.” Randy laughed and ran his fingers through her unruly black curls. “That was better than wow.” It was. Julia’s heart beat rapidly in her chest, her lungs attempted to right her breathing. Trailing her nails across his nipple, she sighed. If only all days could be like this one. “Are you always that” -- Randy whistled and smiled at her -- “uninhibited?” Pride spread through her. “No, but I was just thinking I could have been more insatiable.”

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“Oh, really?” Randy drew her close and kissed her mouth. “I’ll be your test subject whenever you want. What did you have in mind?” Adventurousness piqued in her as she allowed herself to think about her fantasies. “There are so many possibilities.” “Yes, there are.” She closed her eyes and allowed the embers of desire to be stoked by Randy’s soft caress on her cheek. “How about a bubble bath?” His eyebrows raised. “Like a bubbles bubble bath? Splish splash bubble bath?” “Sure, why not?” Amusement filled her as she saw the look of shock cross his face. “Why?” Trailing her finger across his torso, she bit her lower lip and looked at him. “I was thinking it would be a good time for us to relax and get to know one another a bit better.” “Oh, really?” “Yes. That way I’ll find out whether you still want me when I’m all crinkly.” Randy laughed as he put his arms around her and stood. She squealed as he carried her toward the bathroom. “Put me down. I can walk.” She wasn’t used to this kind of treatment, and she knew she wasn’t a lightweight. “Nonsense. I don’t want you changing your mind and scurrying away.” Julia guffawed as he stepped into the large master bathroom. She flipped on the light switch. “I would not scurry. I would run like hell. There’s a difference.” “Well, either way, I intend to fuck you again, and I can’t do that if you aren’t here.” Her slit moistened in reaction to his words. Naughty talk wasn’t something the conservative men she had dated were into. At least not with her. But she knew it was something she would enjoy with Randy.

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Her feet dangled from the counter when he sat her down. She watched him walk over to the large oval garden tub and suppressed the groan she wanted to release. The man’s honed physique exuded confidence and sensuality from every pore. Every muscle was firm and in full view for her pleasure. The sound of running water filled the room as he tested the temperature then adjusted it. Pulling on the lever to plug the drain, he turned and smiled. “Now, where are these bubbles I’ll be enduring?” She moved to retrieve them, but he stopped her. Pointing toward the cabinet across from her, she commented, “I could help, you know.” “Oh, no. I want to do this.” He whistled while he perused the contents of the cabinet. “I’m not going out in the world smelling like lilacs so I guess we’re doing vanilla.” Julia laughed. “I think lilac would be a great scent for you.” “You do realize there’s a reason that bubbles don’t come in masculine scents, right? I mean, you don’t see eau de motor oil, do you?” He poured a large quantity of the substance into the drawing water and set the bottle down. Surprise trickled in her heart when she realized he was really going to do this. Even though he didn’t want to sit in a tub of bubbles, he was going to for her. No man had ever been that selfless. “I’ll write the people at Calgon immediately.” “Good. Now. I need some toys because no man sits in a tub without a duck or a boat or something to prevent emasculation.” “Sorry, I’m all out of boats.” Randy turned with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh, but I found a rubber ducky. Imagine my surprise when I discovered he vibrates.”

Oh no!

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Chapter Ten

How could she have forgotten that was in there? Aubrey had given it to her for her thirtieth birthday. The first among their group to pass the milestone, she had borne the brunt of their getting-old jokes. Not having a boyfriend at the time had only compounded it. “Someone bought that as a joke.” “Well, we’ll have to try it out.” He walked over and kissed her. Halfheartedly returning the kiss, Julia kept her gaze on the yellow duck drudging up the humiliation running around in her. “I doubt it even works.” It hummed to life when Randy flipped it on and tossed it into the water. “It’s time to go find the ducky.” She hopped off the counter before he could lift her again. There was no reason for her to not relax and enjoy the moment. It was her foolish sensibilities getting in the way. Determined to be the same brazen woman that had ridden the gorgeous cock her eyes were riveted to right now, she stepped into the water and sat down. Crooking a finger at Randy, she smiled. “Come on in.”

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Randy dove into the tub. Water and bubbles splattered Julia’s nose. Sputtering, she screamed when he wrestled her to his side of the tub and turned her around to spoon with him. “Much better.” “You’re crazy,” she said. “Hey, if I’m enduring bubbles, I’m gonna have all this gorgeous skin of yours to touch and taunt.” He pinched her nipples and nibbled her earlobe. “Have you ever done it in a bathtub?” Julia shook her head. “No.” “You will have after today. Damn, you feel good against me.” The heated water seeped onto her skin. Between it and the warm arms wrapped around her, it was difficult for Julia not to close her eyes and give into the sated feeling overpowering her. “I love baths. They are so relaxing.” “I was already pretty relaxed out there on the sofa. You aren’t trying to shame me by making me fall asleep, are you?” Julia laughed. “Hardly. I just thought it would be good for me to work off some more of my debt.” Silence filled the room, and she wondered if he was debating whether or not they should deviate from the role-play or not. “I remember when I used to come and pick up Francie, you were always locked in the bathroom taking a bath.” Half the time she was peeking through a slit in the door watching him, but that was beside the point. “When I was growing up, alone time was a rare commodity. There were four kids and one bathroom in our tiny house. We learned to take what moments we had, and bath time was it.” Randy’s long legs wrapped around hers and spread them out so that her slit was exposed underwater. “So you invited me into your private sanctuary?”

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She had, even though she hadn’t thought of it like that. “I guess so.” “My mom would love you. You’ve already kept me in water longer than she ever could. I lived most of my childhood running from her and a washcloth.” Julia laughed at the image his words created. Her brother had been the same way. She toyed with the small accumulation of bubbles on the water’s surface. “You didn’t put much in here.” “They block the view.” Julia gasped and elbowed him. “I can’t believe you just said that!” “Hey, I’m a man. I’m visual.” Reaching behind her, she found his cock and began to stroke it. “Just visual?” “Mmm, that’s good too.” She could feel it pressed against her, and she moved up slightly to allow her fingers enough space to make full strokes of the shaft. “Damn, you’re an angel.” “And here I was trying to be a little devil. I guess I’ll have to try harder.” Julia wiggled against him and allowed his hardening cock to rub her lower back. “Careful or Mr. Ducky here won’t be as kind to you as he could be.” Her pulse quickened when he held up the vibrating duck and squeezed its back to activate it. “Let’s see how naughty you really are.” Julia turned to face Randy, his mouth slanted across hers as his tongue sought entry. She sighed and surrendered to the heady sensation she knew he’d spin around the two of them. Wrapping her arms around him, she straddled his body. The small space between them afforded access to caress and tease. The warm water lapped against her waist from the movement. Her fingers popped the tiny bubbles on his chest as he tweaked her nipples. “Let’s forget the duck and fuck.” Randy laughed. “Oh God, Julia. Rhyming naughty words isn’t something you should practice much.” He tossed the vibrator onto the floor and grinned. “But I like the sentiment.”

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The cool air swept across her skin as he lifted her out of the bathtub. She didn’t bother to utter her dislike for being carried, because a small part of her liked his pampering. She clung to his neck while they passed the untouched towels and headed toward the bed. “Why is it that I can’t control myself around you?” She nibbled on his ear. “I’ve got the same problem with you.” The soft bed welcomed her weight. Glancing up at him, she smiled in what she hoped was an inviting manner. For once, she didn’t care whether the comforter would get ruined by the water. Nothing mattered except finding pleasure with Randy. He straddled her and swooped down to claim her mouth in a kiss meant to brand her. Warm lips trailed down her neck, his demanding tongue lapped her skin. She writhed under him and was greeted with a muscular thigh nestled at the juncture of her legs. Touching him enflamed the desire spreading through her. “Julia?” She screamed, startled by the unexpected deep, baritone voice coming from the doorway. Her heart raced wildly, her pulse boiled its fear, her widened eyes landing on the large figure looming in the doorframe. Toby. Her pretend husband. The next phase of the role-play had arrived. Randy groaned and moved off of her. “Toby. I can explain.” Toby’s gaze silently assessed the two of them sprawled out on the bed, dripping from the remnants of their bath. He sauntered into the room and sat on the chair beside the door. “I see that you didn’t get my message.” “Why are you back early?” she asked. The question was lame, but she had never really been in this predicament. Playing off personal experience wasn’t possible. She stood up and tried to grab something to cover up with. “Don’t bother.”

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Shock filled her as she looked over at the man supposed to be her husband. “What?” He shrugged his massive shoulders. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your little party here. Apparently you found a way to amuse yourself while I’m away working to keep our house.” Guilt ate away at her, mixed with adrenaline and fear. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened. What do you mean by ‘keep our house’? Are we in trouble?” “As if you really care.” Toby glared at her, then over at Randy. “Who the hell are you?” “The handyman.” “How original.” Laughter filled the room. “You fucked her yet?” Fear lanced her insides as she looked between the two men. They stood a few feet apart sizing each other up. Whatever they had planned, the hatred between them was palpable and seemed real. “I’ll leave you two to talk privately,” Randy said. He reached down and kissed her hand. “If he gets out of line, you call me.” Call him? He was leaving? The idea of being alone with Toby had never entered her mind. She didn’t really know him, not like she knew Randy. Getting through the rest of the role-play without Randy in the room wouldn’t be possible. Julia shook her head and refused to accept that he could leave her alone after the powerful exchange they had shared. But he was. Grabbing his jeans, he turned and sauntered out of the room without even meeting her gaze. Julia tried to breathe deep and relax, but fearful expectations saddled her calm and refused to let it rise. There had never been any conversation between her and Toby. He was a complete stranger to her. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, determined to remember her role and see this through. This entire weekend was about the liberation of her inner self. As long as she remembered that, she could enjoy anything the two men concocted.

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“Sorry?” Toby stepped toward her and ran his hands through her hair. “I come home to find my wife naked on our bed with another guy and all you have to say is sorry?” Her lower lip trembled as she looked into his blue eyes. “What do you want me to say?” “Tell me why.” The anguish in his voice tugged at her heart and dissipated some of the fear within her. This might be a role-play, but something had happened in the past to make him know pain like this. There was no way he could fake the genuine emotion etched on his expression. Silence lurked in the room. Julia licked her lips and allowed her mind to spin a plausible reason. “I…I need more than an absentee husband.” “Why didn’t you just tell me?” “When? After you crawled into our bed and went to sleep?” She inhaled and allowed herself to draw on her true emotions. “Randy awakens the sensual woman in me. He makes me feel beautiful. Wanted.” “You don’t think I want you?” Toby’s fingertips traced her lips. A tingling sensation threaded through her insides and stirred her pulse. She pulled away, surprised by the waves of desire. It had to be the genuine reaction she felt pouring off of him. Whatever he had used as the basis for his part, it had worked. “I honestly don’t know.” He inhaled slightly and looked away, his hands curling into fists at his side. “Very well then. I want to see.” “See what?” “How he awakens this sensual woman in you. I don’t think you’ve ever shown her to me.”

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How could she feel guilty for something that wasn’t real? The negative emotion insidiously fed on her frazzled nerves. Forcing herself to hold it in check, she looked at him. “How exactly am I supposed to do that?” Silence responded to her question. Toby turned, his long, powerful strides took him out of the room. Julia stood there, stunned by his quick departure. Now what? Her anticipation exploded when she saw Toby return with Randy following him. She looked between the two men, unsure what she was supposed to do or what turn the role had made. A sense of the unexpected filled the room, as if neither of the men had planned for whatever was about to happen. Toby sat in the high-backed burgundy chair in the corner and folded his arms. The thin lips and firmly set jaw indicated his anger. Randy sat on the bed and patted the comforter beside him. “Come over here, Julia.” She eyed Toby skeptically, then looked back over at Randy’s beaming face. “It’s okay. Come and sit down on the bed with me.” “B-but…” Her stammering voice died off as she tried to discern what had happened between the two men. Neither had been gone very long. What could possibly have occurred in such a short amount of time? Julia sat on the bed and smiled awkwardly at Randy when he took her hand and squeezed it. Her heart pounded uncontrolled in her chest. “What now?” The two men looked at one another and both nodded, an unspoken resolution she was unaware of. Frustration burrowed in her mind. She wanted to know what was going on. What had happened? She needed answers. Randy’s mouth captured hers, and she was defenseless to stop the guttural response she had. The chemistry between the two of them was too strong for her to deny. She wanted

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him. Toby was just as attractive as him, but something about Randy made her pulse race and her heart skip a beat. What she felt for him was more than a passing lust. It had to be. His hands wound in her hair as his tongue entwined with hers. Her arms wrapped around him, and she pressed herself against him, thankful that his upper body was still unclothed. The skin-to-skin contact of her breasts against his chest created tingles of awareness. Her nipples hardened against the light patch of hair. Not caring what Toby thought, she pushed Randy back onto the bed and straddled him. The denim material scraped against her soft thighs. She resented the fact that they were on. Moments ago, he had been gloriously naked and ready to fuck her. Now she had to undress him. Again. Her hands went to work on the cumbersome button and zipper as Randy softly chuckled. The soft caress of his fingers across her breasts then down her stomach increased her haste to have him as he was. Tugging slightly on the unwelcome clothing, she smiled her gratitude when he raised his hips enough for her to remove them fully. The long, ready cock made her slit quiver in delight. It felt like too long since she had felt him buried inside of her. She crawled over to the bedside table and retrieved a condom. Ripping the package open, she rested her head on the pillows and smiled over at him, then rolled the latex protection over his cock. She peeked over at Toby as Randy’s mouth and hands kissed and massaged their way over her body. Julia found it disconcerting to have someone watching her. She had thought she didn’t care, but she did. Naked and with another man. But a small part of her found it thrilling. Her hands kneaded his muscular flesh and pinched his nipples with the same demanding force he had used on her earlier. She needed him inside her, not heightening her already overwhelming desire. Randy chuckled and spread her thighs. “Impatient?”

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“Fuck me, please.” She shivered hearing herself. She had never used language like that with a man before. Pleasure shot through her as his cock slid into her ready slit. The slow thrusts in and out made her writhe under him. “Harder.” Randy growled in her ear and began fucking her faster and deeper, his hips lunging his cock fully into her with each powerful movement. Fingers caressed and teased her skin, his warm lips paid homage to her breasts before sweeping up and tasting her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Julia met each thrust of his cock into her pussy. She clenched around it, wanting him to keep it inside her. Her nails ran down his back and pressed into his flesh, exhibiting the need she had to have him fully flush against her body. The weight of his body was welcomed as he brought her into his embrace. “That better?” “Yes. God, yes.” Waves of pleasure wrapped around her. Stark loss burned in her when he pulled out and moved away from her. The cool air rushed across her skin. “What…” “Get on your knees, Julia, and turn around,” Randy said. She licked her lips and obeyed, her pussy clenching as she thought of what was about to happen. Getting taken from behind had never been on her list of favorite positions, but with Randy she seemed to like anything. His hands gripped her hips as she reached around and helped guide him in. A loud moan filled the room when she was fully impaled on his hard cock. He began fucking her with deep thrusts that made her insides ignite. Immense pleasure tumbled through her body. The steady, rhythmic fucking increased speed, and Julia’s body began to convulse as spasms of bliss exploded in her. “That’s it, let yourself feel it.” Her pussy clenched his cock, and Randy groaned. She felt his body tense against hers as he held her hips in place. Buried balls deep in her, he cried out with his release.

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Julia fell onto the bed and allowed the sated euphoria to envelop her. Smiling, she nestled against Randy as he collapsed beside her. Damp tendrils of her black hair fell along his stomach. Her fingers wiped away the small beads of sweat glistening across his skin. She looked over at the corner and gasped when she noticed that Toby was no longer there. “When did he leave?” Soft male laughter filled her ears. “I have no idea. I was absorbed with this gorgeous woman wantonly thrusting herself against my cock.” “I was not!” She slapped his chest. “Whatever.” “Will he come back?” she asked. Guilt crept up in her as she realized how hard it must have been for him to watch and not receive any pleasure. Footsteps sounded across the floorboards. Her pulse quickened as Toby’s body loomed in the doorframe again. Slow, confident steps took him to the bed, where he sat next to her. “He fucked you good, didn’t he?” She turned around and faced Toby. Her hands fell away from her breasts. “Yes.” Julia didn’t know much about him, but she knew he had to be a good man to have let Randy fuck her rather than take her for himself. He must have sensed her growing fear and decided it best to hold off his participation until she was more at ease. It didn’t make sense to her, but she had developed a level of comfort with Toby in the short amount of time. Maybe it was because of the increased connection with Randy. Perhaps it was the way Toby had selflessly allowed her pleasure to come before his. Whatever the reason, she knew he had to enjoy himself just as much as she had. The king-sized bed had always seemed an extravagant purchase, but Julia was grateful for it now. She smiled at Toby and ran her hand across his muscular chest. “Why don’t you get comfortable and join us?” Toby laughed and pulled on her hair. “So now my wife wants to fuck her husband?”

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Her pulse raced. “Yes.” “Good.” His mouth seized hers with a kiss more intense than she’d ever experienced. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip before taking it and sucking gently. His tongue demanded a response from hers as his free hand cupped her breasts. “Damn, you have gorgeous tits.” Adrenaline bolted through her veins as she savored the consuming hunger his mouth created across her skin as it licked a path down to her heaving chest. She moistened her welldevoured lips and gasped as he took a hardened nipple between his teeth and sucked hard. Fingers plunged into her wet pussy, and she cried out in shock. Clinging to Toby, she welcomed the thrusting digits. “Good girl.” The praise awakened her brazen vixen, and she continued to accept the probing with a fervor that surprised her. She dragged his mouth back to hers and kissed him passionately. Pulling away, he smacked his lips and smiled. “I guess I’m one lucky hubby today.” “Why’s that?” Julia asked, feeling Randy move beside her. Toby rose and removed his shirt over his blond head. Julia’s body tightened. The man was a wall of sinewy flesh. He reached for his belt and undid it. “Well, I figure you’ve still got to perform your wifely duties for me.” “Yes. I’m looking forward to it,” Julia said as he unbuttoned his jeans. Toby laughed. “I wouldn’t look too forward to it if I was you.” He removed the belt and set it on the bed as he unzipped his jeans. She wondered what he was thinking. Did he intend to spank her? Curiosity, fanned by anticipation, blazed through her. He was the unknown factor of this role-play, the one she couldn’t predict. That would terrify her if Randy wasn’t here. But with him here, she felt safe to continue down whatever path they had chosen. At least until she found out what was planned.

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“The way I see it, dearest wife, is that since he got to fuck where I normally do means I get to enjoy you any way I want.” He pulled his pants down and her eyes widened seeing the thick, full cock. Fucking Toby with Randy watching was one thing. Letting him enjoy her however he wanted spun this situation into a realm she wasn’t sure she was prepared for. She wanted to reserve experimentation for partners she cared about. Not that she didn’t like Toby; she just didn’t feel as at ease with him as she did Randy. And what would he think about it? Toby stretched out on the bed beside her and her hands itched to run over the corded flesh so close to her. His muscles tensed under her touch, the instinctive reflex excited her. It had been impossible to read his thoughts on the evening so far. An unreadable mask had been cemented on his face. But now his body began to reveal his arousal. Julia rose up on her knees and allowed both hands to massage and knead the tense body beside her. Making eye contact wasn’t something she was prepared for, and she prayed he’d remain silent for now. Her pussy moistened at the thought of him powering into her with his cock. Her hand wrapped around the full organ and began to slowly pump it. Dribbles of precum welcomed her efforts. Rustling beside her made her look up She saw Randy readjust his position on the bed to allow him a better view. Nervousness reappeared until she saw his smile. She quickly refocused her attention on Toby. “You must be so needy.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I am.” “Good. Just relax, and I’ll take care of you.” She worked the cock in her hand while she massaged his balls. Randy tossed her a condom, and she stammered for an expression of gratitude.

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She found being with a man so open about sexuality liberating. It was impossible to imagine any of her previous boyfriends in this position. But Randy was okay with it. Then again, he wasn’t her boyfriend. And neither was Toby. For once, she could accept that relationships, or lack of them, didn’t have to define who she was as a woman. As a sexual partner. She licked the tip of Toby’s cock; his responding moan filled the room. Her fingers pumped the base of his long shaft as her mouth began sucking him. The tenseness in his thighs and the way he bit his lip warned her it wouldn’t take long for him to explode. After a few minutes of tasting the gorgeous cock, Julia stopped her ministrations, ripped the foil package open, and unrolled it onto the hard cock before her. Then she straddled him. His hands latched onto her breasts and made their way around her body quickly. She licked her lips and lapped up the soft caresses like a kitten would a saucer of milk. Her clit savored the demanding rub of Toby’s thumb before his fingers delved into her. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” Good or bad, she couldn’t wait. She guided his cock into her silky slit, sighing in pleasure as he slowly filled her. He rotated his hips and angled his member inside her. Pressing her weight down, she leaned back and grasped his lower thighs with her hands. Digging into his flesh with her nails, she let him know this was her ride and she’d control it. Julia closed her eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic motion of her sensual jaunt. Heavy breathing battled with her pounding pulse as her hands ran over his heated skin. A sheen of sweat had begun to form on their bodies. She ran her fingers through her long hair and allowed it to fall back down her body. Leaning forward, she draped her curls on Toby and swept them across his nipples. He groaned. “That’s what you get for being away all the time.” “God, you feel so good.” Her pussy clenched his cock, and she looked over at Randy.

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His hand was wrapped around his cock, his eyes were closed. He pumped his shaft with the same slow motion she was using on Toby. Her heart skipped a beat wondering if he was imagining it was her. Toby cried out underneath her, his entire body tensing with the force of his release. She whimpered, knowing she had been so close. His fingers rubbed and teased her clit; his mouth hungrily sucked her hard nipples. Pleasure shot through her as she surrendered to the passion consuming her. Julia looked back at Randy. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Having Randy share her first ménage experience felt right, and the hungry, caring look in his eyes warmed her insides. No man had ever made her feel so sexual. Stilling her movement, she allowed the waves of sensation to subside, her breathing steadied. Returning to the bed between the two of them, Julia realized she’d make a lousy naughty housewife. Fucking Toby had been incredible but nothing like Randy. She smiled as both men looked at her. “You okay?” Toby asked. “Much better than okay.” “Good.” He stood up and headed toward the bathroom. Randy’s mouth grazed hers slightly. “You were amazing.” “So were you.” She ran her hands down his arms. “You okay with all that happened?” “It was incredible.” Toby wandered back into the room, and Randy laughed. “I think it’s my turn to clean up. I’ll be back.” Two men. She could never have imagined being naked with two men she had just had sex with. And feel so comfortable. The self-conscience Julia had vanished somewhere amidst the role. She was looking forward to getting to know the bolder, more daring version of herself.

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She watched Toby slide his long, powerful legs into his jeans. “Why are you getting dressed?” “I’ve had a wonderful time, Julia. Really. Any idiot could see what’s going on with you and Randy. The two of you deserve to spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other.” She was stunned. She hadn’t expected Toby to leave. The thought sobered her. If he could see it, did that mean that Randy could too? And did he feel the way she did? For that matter, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was she was feeling. The phenomenal whirlwind had swept her off her feet so fast she didn’t know what to make of anything. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Definitely.” Toby walked over to the bed and kissed her forehead. “Thanks for an incredible ride.” “No, thank you. I’m sorry I seemed so afraid earlier. I just haven’t been with many men, and this whole situation was really new to me.” Toby smiled and ran his hand down her cheek. “That’s understandable. I’m just glad you found comfort and pleasure with Randy. I don’t know him very well, but he seems like a great guy.” “You’re pretty incredible yourself.” “Take care.” She watched him leave then settled down on the bed. Randy padded out of the bathroom and looked around. “Where did Toby go?” “He left.” “Really?” “Yep. I guess you’re stuck with me all by yourself.”

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“Oh, the horror.” Randy’s mock frustration amused her. She tossed a pillow at him and yelped when he jumped on the bed. “This has been so much fun.” Randy drew her into his arms. “Yes, it has. But now we need to get some rest so that we can pick up where we left off. I don’t think we ever gave Mr. Ducky a chance to prove himself.” Julia laughed and closed her eyes, feelings of comfort and security wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She’d worry later about the day after and what came next. All she intended to do was enjoy having him here, in her arms and in her bed. Where he belonged. The thought sobered her. Tonight wasn’t about a future. Enjoying moments with him now was all she could ask for. If something else was meant to happen, it would.

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Chapter Eleven

Charlotte looked around the dimly lit living room of her San Francisco condo and shook her head. The quiet demeanor and downcast eyes of her friends matched the feeling of emptiness she carried around inside her. It had been a week since the role-playing weekend, and she had kept herself consumed with work. The break had kept her feelings about the abrupt ending with Matias at bay, but she knew that she had to come to terms with the fact that she had fallen for him. She wanted more than a weekend with the mysterious man. And she suspected that her friends were thinking along the same lines. “So why is everyone so glum?” “Probably for the same reason you are hiding away.” Charlotte shrugged. “I wish I had been able to spend the whole weekend with Matias. It was amazing but too short.” “Careful what you wish for. I had a whole weekend, and I can promise you that it just makes you latch onto the pleasure you got from it even harder,” Francie commented. “Of course I screwed mine up royally.” “What happened?” Charlotte asked. Francie shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

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Charlotte saw her friend swipe at her eye quickly before looking away. “It does matter. I think you and Todd are perfect together, for what it’s worth. I wish you two would hook up in a more permanent capacity.” Her friend’s eyes widened. “You do?” “Absolutely.” “Maybe I can try and talk to him then. I thought that maybe you wouldn’t want Todd and I together since you and he --” Charlotte laughed. “What he and I had was over before it even began.” She may not be able to have Matias, but she knew there was no reason Francie couldn’t be with Todd. Their chemistry was undeniable to anyone with a pulse. “Go for it!” Aubrey exclaimed. Charlotte looked at Aubrey. “And what about you?” “Oh, it was an amazing weekend. Three men. One me. One stalker that followed us to the beach condo. It was so lovely.” The women gasped in unison. “He followed you there?” Julia asked in shock as she set her glass of sherry down. “Oh, yeah. But Lorenzo took him off somewhere, and Evan and Rex took me home. My weekend at the beach got cut short, but the three men stayed with me at my house to make sure I was tucked away all nice and safe.” “Aw, how sweet,” Francie said. A wistful look formed on Aubrey’s face as she fiddled with an errant strand of hair. “Any favorites among the three?” Charlotte asked. Aubrey shook her head quickly. “It’s impossible to pick one. They’re all amazing guys. But what about you, Miss Woman of the Jungle?”

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Heat crept up her cheeks. “Matias was phenomenal. The role was perfect. I just wish we could do it again.” Aubrey raised her eyebrow. “I have his number. You could always call him. He comes to this area enough for that to be a possibility.” “What the hell does he do, anyway? He told me he was an international mediator.” Aubrey laughed. “He told me the same thing. I’m not sure, to be honest with you. What about you, Julia?” Charlotte had been concerned when Julia drew a ménage. Her friend looked down and smiled shyly. “I had a wonderful time.” “That’s it?” Aubrey asked. “Damn, we’re all boring when it comes to dishing details.” The four friends laughed, but the sounds all seemed forced, insincere. Charlotte suspected they all needed to resolve their good-byes. Matias had left a message on her machine last night telling her he’d be back in town today and would come over as soon as he arrived. Just the thought sent adrenaline pumping through her body. She told herself not to expect his arrival, but each second that ticked by added an ounce of anticipation to her bloodstream. The doorbell rang, and her heart beat rapidly. She smiled nervously at her friends and made her way to the door, reminding herself to walk slowly. There was no reason to race like a lioness ready to pounce. She opened the door, and her heart sang out in joy. Matias. The same green eyes that had sparked her dream’s darkest desires roamed over her as he swept her into his arms. Warm lips met hers as he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the foyer. “You came.”

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He laughed and carefully set her down. “Not yet, but I bet you’ll take care of that for me.” “You know what I meant.” She punched his arm and dragged him into the living room. She couldn’t believe he was really here. In her exuberance, she had forgotten to warn him her friends were here too. She turned to do just that and saw him pulling his shirt over his head. His olive toned skin beckoned her touch. Heat stained her cheeks when his eyes scanned the room and a look of surprise crossed his face. “Sorry, I forgot to mention that the girls were here.” “So I see.” Matias rolled his shirt up and tossed it on the edge of the table. “Hi, ladies.” Aubrey grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Hi, Matias. I don’t remember you ever being so anxious to see me that you started stripping at the door. Too bad you started with the shirt.” Francie and Julia both covered their amused smirks. “Aubrey!” Julia tossed a throw pillow at her. “I can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth.” Aubrey laughed. “You’re used to me. And Matias knows I’m teasing. How are you?” “Good. How are you ladies doing?” Julia and Francie both smiled and nodded. “You’ll have to pardon us. We weren’t prepared for a hunk like you to come in halfnaked.” Matias laughed. “I’m glad I didn’t come in with just a trench coat.” Charlotte shook her head and wrapped her arm around him. “Come and sit down. I didn’t think you’d be here this early.” “That’s funny. You didn’t mention him being here at all,” Aubrey accused.

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Matias sat in the chair and pulled her onto his lap. Joy swept through her as he nestled her in his embrace. The fact that he was willing to be so touchy-feely around her friends gave her hope that maybe he was interested in something more long-term. His hands caressed her legs as he looked over at Aubrey. “Has that prick Dave bothered you again?” Charlotte ran her hands down his chest and looked at him. “How did you know about her ex?” “I got a call from Lorenzo a few days ago.” “And?” Aubrey asked, her voice rose slightly. “You never answered my question,” Matias said. “Is he still bothering you?” “No. The last time I saw him Lorenzo was dragging him away. What did he tell you?” “Nothing. He was just calling in a favor.” “I didn’t realize you two knew each other,” Charlotte said. “That’s interesting.” She had never found out much about Lorenzo’s elusive career, but she knew he worked for some government organization. He had never been able to tell her more than that, and she had learned not to ask. Dread filled her when she thought about Matias being as unavailable as Lorenzo had been. “We’ll talk.” Matias smiled and hugged her closer as he looked over at the women. “I’m just surprised you are all here. I was under the impression that all of us were going to…” He paused and firmly sealed his lips. Settling back in the chair, he made it quite clear he wouldn’t be finishing his statement. Charlotte punched him. “Thank you!” Francie said. “Geez. You can’t start something like that and not finish it, Matias. It’s rude.” “To hell with rude. It makes my heart race too fast,” Julia said.

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“You need to get Aubrey and Julia back home soon,” Matias whispered against Charlotte’s ear. “Why?” she asked softly against him. “Because the guys are planning to surprise them tonight.” A rush of excitement flowed through her at the proffered information. She grinned at him and giggled softly. “What about Francie?” Matias ran her hands down her cheek. “He’s not doing anything because of you.” Guilt chewed at her insides. Whatever had happened between the two of them, one of them seemed to think Charlotte would have issues with them being together. “I just told Francie that she and Todd being together would make me so happy. Can’t you call him and tell him?” “I can try.” Matias moved her aside then stood. “Excuse me, ladies.” Charlotte watched him walk into the next room. “Damn, that man is so fuckable !” “Aubrey!” Francie exclaimed. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to find Matias curling our best friend up on his lap so sexy.” Charlotte did. She smiled and reclined her head back on the chair. “What was he whispering to you?” Aubrey asked. “God, you are insatiable tonight,” Julia said. “I can’t help it. Spending the weekend with three gorgeous guys does that to a girl.” Charlotte laughed. “He was telling me you all needed to go home soon.” Matias walked back into the room and nodded. Maybe all of them would have a happy ending after all. She hoped so.

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Excitement filled her as her three friends stood and made their excuses to leave. Charlotte’s stomach twisted in knots as she hugged them all good-bye. Hearing the door click closed behind them deafened the room. She turned and looked at Matias. He walked over and cupped her face. “I’ve missed you.” “Me too.” He kissed her softly, her lips savored the taste she had memorized and experienced in her dreams every night since then. “How did you get rid of them so fast?” “I told them you said they should go home soon.” Matias frowned. “It was supposed to be a surprise.” “No, see it still is because they all assumed it was so that you could carry me off to the bedroom and have your wicked way with me.” She grinned and hugged him to her. “Wicked? I’ll show you wicked.” He lifted her up and carried her through the hall and toward her room. “How do you even know where it is?” “I scoped it out earlier.” She swatted his chest. Charlotte knew they had a lot to discuss, and she fully intended to find out about his secretive career. But for now, all that mattered was entwining her body with his and savoring the feel of him buried inside her. Her feet touched the floor, and she quickly pulled off her shirt and removed her jeans. She smiled and jumped on the bed as he did the same with his pants. Seeing him strip made her pussy quiver. “I think I like the loincloth better than clothes. Would you mind if we moved to that little hovel?” Matias laughed. “Sure. But that would mean you live naked and that I’d stake you to the floor every night and have my wicked way with you.” Charlotte laughed when he covered her on the bed and spread her thighs apart. His touch heated her skin as his fingers glided up her skin and caressed her wet pussy. “I missed your touch.” “I missed your mouth. Your hair. Your smile. You.”

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His mouth claimed hers as his cock filled her. Desire flooded her body as she wrapped her legs around him and arched her hips to meet his powerful thrusts. Her hands traced the muscular contours. She tasted each inch of gloriously exposed skin she could reach. His cock filled her fuller than she remembered, being in his arms felt better than she had hoped. For now, he was hers again. “I don’t want this to ever end.” Charlotte’s whispered confession surprised her heart. The admission had radiated from the hidden part of her, the portion she tucked away to keep it from getting hurt. Matias groaned and began to fuck her harder. Her orgasm overpowered her. She clung to him as he kissed her softly, his inaudible murmurs offering her heart reassurance. Had he said something in response to her statement? Would he? Unease ate away at her, screamed its insidious distaste for her having uttered her feelings so easily. He collapsed on top of her and wrapped her in his arms. Tears burned her eyes. She shouldn’t have exposed herself. Her mind raced to barrier her heart before any further damage could be done, but it was too late. Looking into his eyes, she knew she had to accept whatever happened and live with it. “What’s wrong?” The concerned look on his face stabbed her insides. “Nothing.” “Before I go and confess how much I care for you and how I want to spend the rest of my days with your limbs wrapped around me, I should let you know that I’m applying for a transfer to a local branch.” Hope sliced through her anguish. “You are?” Matias nodded and settled her in his embrace. “I am. It’s a demotion of sorts, but one that I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Meeting you just gave me the reason I needed to take it.” “So that means that you want us to see each other, right?”

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“Yes. I thought me flying halfway around the world told you that. Or the way that I started stripping the second I saw you did.” “That just told me you were horny.” He laughed as she trailed her hands on his chest. “That too.” Silence filled the room as they rested in each other’s embrace. That was the one thing she liked about Matias the most. She was comfortable with him regardless of what they were doing. “Do you think we could go back to the woods every now and then?” Matias laughed. “We can do that. You do realize that I really do own that strip of land, right?” Shock filled her. “You do?” “Yes. It’s been in my family for a while now. My grandfather gave it to me in his will. I’ve always loved going out there during my time off and escaping the harsh realities I have to deal with at work.” Empathy rang inside her. “It must be hard to deal with everything and not have anyone to talk to.” “I have you.” Those might not be the three words most women longed to hear, but they were exactly what Charlotte had wanted. For their time together to continue. Expecting anything more than that this quickly was ludicrous, and she had always been a realist. So was Matias it seemed. Together they’d figure it out. Until then, she intended to enjoy every moment.

***** Julia surfed the television channels and muttered her disgust. Four hundred stations and not a damn thing to watch. Unbelievable. She tossed the remote down on the couch and

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wandered into the kitchen. Maybe a pot of tea would help clear her brain from its tumultuous jaunt down memory lane. Randy had affected her more than she had expected. So had Toby, for that matter. She had discovered her sexual side only to find herself miserably alone and unable to do a damn thing about it. She and Randy had exchanged phone numbers afterward, but just like she had expected, the phone had yet to ring. A knock at her door surprised her. It had to be one of the girls feeling as bored as she was. Except Charlotte of course. She was as far from bored as possible with that hunk Matias in her house. Walking over to the door, Julia didn’t bother glancing in the mirror and checking her hair. It didn’t matter. Waves of shock beat against her when she saw Randy. A small smile crossed his face as he waved at her. His left hand held a toolbox. “Hi, there. I’m Randy. I got your call about a lost ring.”

Oh my God ! Disbelief pounded in her as she stepped aside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be coming by this evening.” He smiled and set his toolbox down on the island. “I don’t like to keep beautiful women waiting.” “That’s good.” She refused to allow hope to hop around in her, not until she knew for sure why he was here. “I know your grandmother’s ring must mean a lot to you. It’s a shame that you dropped it down that drain,” he said as he grabbed a wrench and climbed underneath the sink. “This is a mighty big house to live in alone. I bet you have quite a few handyman duties around here.”

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“It’s funny you mention that. I’ve been thinking about looking for one, but I’m afraid the pay isn’t all that great.” Julia’s pulse pounded in her ears as her brain absorbed what was happening. Dare she think he was here to start a relationship of some sort? “Money isn’t everything.” Her mouth watered as her gaze traveled over his tight jeans and white T-shirt. Julia remembered his body fondly and the way his cock had pleasured her so well. She fanned herself as she looked away. “No, it isn’t.” “What sort of duties will this handyman have?” She smirked. “Well, quite a few actually. There’s lots of odds and ends to take care of. The biggest one though is to see to my needs. I’m afraid I have a very healthy sexual appetite and he’ll have to be able to satisfy me.” Randy pushed out from under the sink and arched his eyebrows. “Oh, really?” Her skin tingled as he looked at her. She nodded. “Any special skills you require?” he asked. A grin slid across his face as his gaze wandered over her body. Moisture pooled between her thighs as she fantasized about what all she’d love for Randy to do to her. With her. There were so many things she’d love to explore with him. “Well, you need to have amazing equipment of course. And once I’ve taken a look at your application, there’s the on the job interview. I’m insisting I try out everyone who applies up front. I’m sure you understand.” He nodded. “That makes sense. You can’t have a man around that can’t handle you. A gorgeous woman like you deserves to be treated right.” Silence filled the room, and he cleared his throat. “There are lots of weirdos out there, ma’am. I’d hate to think you’re trying a lot of men out. Maybe I should go ahead and apply for the job right now.” Her heart raced. “Are you sure? The interview is quite rigorous.”

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He smiled as he walked toward her and placed his tool belt on the island next to the box. “I’m very sure.” Julia swallowed and realized she was calling the shots. Somehow she had not only found herself in the midst of another role-play but was apparently creating it as they went. She reached up and undid the clip holding her hair into place. Shaking it, she allowed it to tumble down. Adrenaline flowed through her when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She smiled and hopped up on the island. “Very well then. First things first. My handyman is going to have to be physically fit. I can’t have any slouch around here. I’m afraid I’m going to need you to strip so that I can make sure you’re up to the job.” Randy grinned and brought his sleeveless shirt over his head. His muscles glistened under the artificial light in the kitchen. He slowly slid his jeans down his lean hips and removed them. Julia licked her lips and chewed on her lower lip when she saw the hard cock she wanted so badly. She motioned with her hands for him to turn around. He chuckled softly and turned around in a circle once. “Do I pass inspection?” “Not so fast,” she said. Her devilish side emerged. “Your impatience makes me think that you’re hiding something. Come closer.” Randy groaned and stepped closer to where his skin grazed her bare knees. Julia was thankful she was wearing the pale blue negligee. She had worn it to remind herself she was beautiful. Just like Randy had said she was last weekend. Her hand looped around his cock and began moving slowly along his shaft. “Not bad. It seems to be working very well. I like the size. It looks like it would make me feel very good. What do you think?” “I know it would,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

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Julia laughed inwardly, realizing that Randy was about to lose control of himself. Her nipples hardened, her breathing became labored. Never had she felt this in control. “Very well then. We’ll test its functionality in a minute.” Randy groaned again. “What other requirements are there?” “Oh, well I need a man that isn’t only good with his hands but great with his mouth too. Show me what you can do.” Julia knew he was a powder keg and that she was tossing a lit stick of dynamite right into it, but she didn’t care. His mouth claimed hers, the kiss was hot and hungry like him. He devoured her lips, savored the taste of her tongue. His teeth bit her lip whenever she thought to pull away. His hands held her in place as his mouth took what he needed from her. Eager fingers tugged the thin spaghetti straps down her shoulders. He kissed a trail across her shoulders and nibbled her neck. Randy pushed the negligee down farther to expose her breasts fully. Cool air brushed across her skin as he pulled away slightly. His fingers tweaked her already hardened nipples before his hot mouth drew one aching bud into its depths. The more she whimpered her desire, the harder he sucked. His teeth grazed her, and she writhed on the counter. He pushed her back so that she was lying fully on the counter’s surface. His hands ran up her parted thighs and lightly caressed her wet slit. Julia forgot how to breathe when he kissed and licked his way up her inner thigh. She gasped when his tongue teased her quivering juncture. If he didn’t quicken his pace soon, she’d orgasm before he even touched her. He tasted her, and she arched toward him, unable to control the surge of heat that flowed through her. His hands held her in place as he parted her and began a slow, steady ministration of licking, sucking, and delving his tongue into her. The licks across her wet slit

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drove her wild, the sucking made her insane. But his tongue plunging inside of her made her want to die from sheer pleasure. Spasms wracked her body as Randy’s fingers entered her. Her orgasm consumed her ability to breathe and reason. All she could do was writhe under him and ride the waves of desire carrying her straight into a glorious awareness she had never experienced. She rested on the counter and tried to return her breathing to normal. Her brain began to process once again as she looked around. The smile on his face made her heart constrict. The man was unbelievable! Clearing her throat, she licked her lips and sat up. “Not too bad. We’ll work on that skill a bit though.” Randy chuckled, probably savoring the sight of her flushed skin. He had to know exactly how phenomenal it had been. “Yes, ma’am. I’d love to practice on you.” “Good. We’ll do that. If you get the job, that is.” “Of course.” Randy shook his head. “What else is there?” She had no idea. All she wanted was to fling herself at him and bury that gorgeous cock into her pussy. Oh God. She felt moisture flood her once again. “Follow me.” She hopped off the counter and silently ordered her wobbly legs to walk to the bedroom. Randy whistled behind her. She turned and saw him casually strolling behind her as if heaven and earth hadn’t opened up just a few minutes ago. Then again, they probably hadn’t for him. She entered her bedroom and wished that she had actually thought to pick things up this morning. Her bed was made at least. Sitting down, she looked at him and smiled. “My handyman’s going to have to be able to draw out my orgasm even if I’ve already been pleasured numerous times that day.” “Oh, really? That sounds like an interesting task.”

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“Yes. Few can really handle it, but perhaps you can. I’m willing to let you try at least.” Julia tried to sound haughty, but she wasn’t sure she had managed. “I’m afraid we’ll have to spend days in here so I can show you how to do it right.” Randy laughed and nodded. Flustered and in desperate need of him on top of her, Julia motioned for him. “Very well then. Come along, and show me what you can do.” Randy covered her quickly, his hot mouth seized hers in a consuming kiss that swept her straight back to the heavenly sensations only he could awaken within her. Her hands ran down his body, her mouth tasted the flesh she had fantasized about so much. The tantalizing sweep of his hands made its way down her arms, over her rib cage, and down her thighs. His labored breathing mixed with hers; his guttural groans melded with the heady sighs escaping her lips. His fingers delved inside her once more. The welcome invasion wrapped around her and feathered delight across her insides. Julia couldn’t think. All that existed was Randy and her burning need to have him inside her. She wound her hand around his cock and squeezed, silently demanding that he put it to use. He growled against her mouth and kissed her. She cried out when he plunged into her. The deep, full strokes of his member sent embers of pleasure splattering over her. Warm lips trailed down her neck, nipping softly at her earlobe before wandering to the swell of her breasts. Her skin tingled wherever he touched her, her brain refused to function. Only the addictive rhythm of him sliding in and out of her wet pussy created the hunger to draw her to him. She felt like a moth, and his hands guided her hips to the flame she needed more than the labored breaths she drew. Randy placed her knees on top his shoulders and began fucking her harder, deeper, faster. White-hot need coursed through her body. Her orgasm erupted within her at a surprising speed, and she held onto his arms as he thrust into her.

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He cried out from the force of his own release before they fell onto the bed. Randy swept her damp hair from her face and grinned. “Do I get the job?” Unbelievable. Julia inhaled a deep breath. The man had just driven her to a height of passion so intense she swore she saw stars. And he was still in role. Amazing. “Most definitely.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I appreciate it. I’m sure we’ll have to practice a few of my skills quite a bit to get them just right. But practice makes perfect.” Perfection was what he was already as far as she was concerned. At least he was a hell of a lot closer to it than some of the men she had dated in the past. Anticipation rushed through her at the thought of enjoying him again and again. “Your oral skills are simply disastrous. We’ll have to practice that. A lot.” “Yes, ma’am. Anything else?” She rubbed her hand down his chest. “There’s just too much to list quite frankly. I’m surprised that I’m even willing to do on-the-job training, but you have good potential. I hope you learn quickly.” “I do.” His hand ran down her back. “Mmm, well, let’s work on that first lesson then,” Julia said as she hugged him to her and squeezed his ass. “And don’t worry, we’ll go over it a few times to make sure you master it.”

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Chapter Twelve

Aubrey plunked two more newly purchased pillows into the mass of assorted colors and designs that had swallowed the floor of her spare bedroom. She’d never tell anyone about the collection but for some reason, the overwhelming urge to recreate the fantasy room of the beach condo consumed her. There still weren’t enough, but she’d gather more in the next week or so. It wasn’t like anyone would ever see them. The room would be her guilty indulgence any time she wanted to remember the weekend that had liberated her. She smiled as she took a large sip of her wine and set the glass down on the end table beside the door. Thanks to Lorenzo, Rex, and Evan, she was not only free from the hell of her ex, Dave, but she had a firmer grasp on her darkest fantasies. She had lived them for one hedonistic weekend with the three men that would always have a place in her home. Not that they would ever know. She curled up on the pillows and welcomed the delectable memories they had helped to create. A knock at the door drew her from her euphoria. Mumbling her discontent, she rose and made her way to the unwelcome visitor. “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested,” she stated as she whipped the door open.

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Her heart plummeted to her stomach when she saw Evan, Lorenzo, and Rex all standing on the other side of the doorframe. “Wow!” Evan exclaimed. “Shit!” Aubrey said as she slammed the door and leaned against it. How the hell could she have forgotten she was naked? She had been so absorbed in her fantasy and the memories she had salvaged from her weekend with them she had completely forgotten she had stripped down. She heard Lorenzo’s and Rex’s laughter, then another knock echoed through the condo. “Come on, Aubrey. Open up. We won’t look. We promise,” Rex said before he burst into another round of laughter. “Yeah, sure you won’t.” “Open up. We aren’t going anywhere.” Lorenzo’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She opened the door slightly. Stepping aside, she smiled as they made their way into the small hallway. “Do you always answer the door like that? Because if you do, I’m moving in next door, and I’ll be over at least three times a day.” Evan’s smile warmed her insides, and she selfconsciously covered herself by draping her hair over her breasts. “Don’t hide. I’ve dreamed about seeing you for too many weeks for you to become shy,” Rex said as he reached out and pulled her hair behind her. “What are all of you doing here?” Anticipation sprang up in her even though she tried to suppress it. Dare she think they wanted to have another weekend? “First of all, we wanted to check on you and make sure you haven’t had any more problems with creep boy,” Evan said. Lorenzo paced the small area, his eyes darting around as if he was memorizing each inch. “I told you all he wouldn’t bother her again.”

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“No offense, but we’d rather verify it with her,” Rex said. “I haven’t seen or heard from him since Lorenzo dragged him away.” “Good.” The three men said it in unison and then chuckled. “Look, we’ve been talking,” Lorenzo said, giving her an awkward feeling in the pit of her stomach for half a second, “and we were thinking that maybe we decided that you haven’t fulfilled your obligations as the genie.” “Oh, really?” she turned and looked at Lorenzo. “And why not?” “We really enjoyed the weekend. We were hoping you did too and would think about maybe continuing it,” Evan said. Aubrey smiled as she walked into the living room. Disbelief registered in her as she allowed the thoughts of what they said to trickle into her darkest fantasies. They wanted to continue just like she did. “We know it’s a radical idea, but we figured it was worth asking,” Rex said. She wanted to draw out the sexual tension as long as she could to heighten their pleasure and hers, but it was already thick enough to slice. “For how long?” “However long we’re all enjoying ourselves,” Lorenzo said. “And will you all still see other people too?” “No,” Evan said. “We’d want to be your only partners. But don’t worry we’ll keep you plenty busy and satisfied.” She knew they would. A thrill ran through her as she nodded. She smiled and sauntered down the hallway, her pulse racing as she realized just moments ago she was swearing no one else would ever see this room. Yet here she was, leading the three men to it. Turning the corner, she took a deep breath and walked into the room. Waiting for their reaction as they entered.

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Lorenzo groaned and grabbed her. His lips ground against hers as he pulled her into his embrace and began pushing her toward the assortment of pillows. She fell into them and moaned when her legs wrapped around him. The thick denim material scraped her sensitive skin, and she hissed against his mouth. “Preparation is the key,” Rex teased as he and Evan stripped down then joined her on the pillows. Lorenzo quickly removed the cumbersome clothing. They had picked up almost where they left off. Evan and Rex had already positioned themselves where they had been the last time -- above her head and to her side. “We’ll need to retrieve the rest of those pillows, even though you have a nice collection going here,” Rex commented. “Did you know we were coming?” Aubrey shook her head. “No. I just did it so that I could remember the weekend. Some of the details started getting a bit sketchy, and I wanted to be able to relive it.” Rex kissed her, his fingers wound in her hair. She moaned when Lorenzo settled in behind her, his fingers already running over her exposed flesh. Waiting for the immense pleasure she knew they would provide wasn’t an option. She stroked and massaged them one at a time, determined to make all three cocks hard and hungry for her. The moment Evan was ready, she sucked the tip. Her tongue ran along the long shaft. A loud groan filled the room, and moisture pooled between her legs. Rex feasted on her breasts, bring the hardened peaks to a state of need that throbbed and ached. Lorenzo’s fingers delved into her wet pussy. “God, she’s ready for us.” “Good.” Rex lifted her leg and plunged into her. She heard a foil package ripping behind her and moaned when lubricant coated her hole. Sighing in contentment, she continued to suck Evan as he thrust into her mouth with slow, agonizing thrusts.

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Lorenzo entered her slowly. The men fucked her in rhythm, wrenching passion from her with each stroke. An orgasm seized her too quickly, driving a burst of temporary frustration in her. But she knew she’d have more. They’d make sure she did. She cried out as waves of pleasure streamed through her. She sucked Evan harder while her hand pumped the shaft of his cock. Rex and Lorenzo both fucked her with renewed vigor as her body convulsed. She clenched their cocks and heard their groaned responses. This is what she had wanted -- the intense adrenaline flowing in her, the rush of need crushing her ability to think. Evan cried out as he succumbed to her ministrations. His fingers caressed her face as he collapsed above her on the pillows. Rex grunted and grabbed her hips. Gritting his teeth, he plunged into her one more time before collapsing against her chest. Lorenzo laughed in her ear as he continued to pump her slowly. “God, you’re insatiable.” “So are you.” She sighed as his release consumed him. Contentment grew in her as the men settled in around her. “Mmm. That’s what I call a great greeting.” “Not too bad of a greeting for us either,” Evan said. “Not too bad? Not too bad?” Aubrey swatted his stomach as she looked at him. He grinned at her. “I love to tease you.” “I can tell.” Aubrey smiled as her sated body throbbed. Tomorrow she would have the feeling of the well fucked. She loved that the most. “How’s this going to work? Are you all coming over here only on the weekends?” “What do you want?” Rex asked.

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She wasn’t sure. Part of her wanted them to come over more frequently than weekends only, but then a portion of her wanted to take it slowly. “It’s all really new. I’m not sure.” “Well, we’ll take it slow then. We’ll plan weekend get-togethers for now and if we all want more than that, we’ll go from there,” Lorenzo added. They made it sound simple, but Aubrey knew it wouldn’t be. At least it was a beginning and a chance to attain the pleasure she had experienced and sustain it for longer than one weekend. That’s all she could ask for.

***** Francie stared at the blank crossword puzzle and realized for the first time in years she didn’t care whether she finished it. Her life had become more than the daily rituals she went through for as long as she could remember. Todd had given her pleasure and ripped the carpet of security from under her. She should have known Charlotte wouldn’t care if Todd dated her. She should have trusted him. She should have been willing to take a chance. There were so many things she should have done. But she hadn’t. And now, it was too late. She had swallowed her pride and tried to call him earlier this evening. Seeing Charlotte and Matias together had given her hope. But Todd hadn’t answered, and her phone hadn’t rang. Not that it probably could anymore. Disgusted with herself for staring at it for three hours and pissed at it for not ringing, she had deposited it at the bottom of her aquarium. She would have never done that before. The old Francie didn’t allow her emotions to run rampant like that. The doorbell rang, and she jumped. Looking at the clock, she realized it was past midnight. No one she knew would ever come over this late unless it was an emergency. Fear ran through her as she made her way to the door.

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Relief and surprise filled her when she saw Charlotte standing there in a trench coat about six sizes too big for her. She glared at Francie then turned. “Are you going to come up here, or do I have to do this part for you too?” She heard mumbling coming from the darkened walkway. Charlotte sighed. “Okay. I’m sorry. I know you got lost and that isn’t your fault. You’re a man. Heaven forbid you stop and ask for directions. It’s much easier to come by my house, use a key you shouldn’t even have, and walk in on Matias and me fucking.” Another grumble. “Matias, let go of him so that we can get the hell out of here,” Charlotte said. She turned back to Francie. “Hi, sweetie. Your surprise got lost. Sorry about the black eye. Someone didn’t take too kindly to him walking in unannounced.” Francie’s heart beat wildly as she looked past Charlotte. Todd smiled as he ambled into the light with an icepack on his left eye. “Hi.” “Oh, no. What happened?” Francie drew him into the foyer. “Matias took exception to me walking in on him and Charlotte. I got lost trying to find your damned place so I went to hers to get directions.” He had been trying to get to her. “You poor thing!” Francie pulled Todd farther into her house and glowered at Matias as she slammed the door shut. “I assumed you knew where I lived.” “No. I’ve never been here.” She sat him down on the couch and removed the icepack. She grimaced seeing the remnants of his run-in with Matias. “He shouldn’t have punched you.” “I would’ve done the same thing if he’d walked in on me with you.” Todd pulled on the dark blue shirt. “I screwed everything up. I was going to come over here and restart the roleplay.” Francie smiled and took his hand. “I’m glad you came. I tried to call you earlier.”

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“Shit. And see, I forgot my phone,” Todd grumbled. “I was so anxious to get over here and make things right with you that I didn’t pull my head out of my ass.” She could sympathize with that because she had felt the same way. “I’m sorry about what happened. You were right. I should have been willing to take a risk.” Todd shook his head and turned to face her. His fingers ran along her lips. “God, you’re beautiful.” Her heart stammered as she saw the emotion etched on his face. Awe. Caring. Adoration. “I should have been more understanding and seen what position you were in. I know how much Charlotte means to you. It makes complete sense you’d be afraid of upsetting her.” Her heart raced with renewed excitement. “It was more than that.” “Like what?” Francie shrugged. She wasn’t sure whether he’d understand or not, but she wasn’t about to keep anything from him now. Not when she saw a chance for them to work past their differences and try and salvage some kind of relationship. “You’ve come to mean a lot to me. I didn’t want to jeopardize that.” Surprise raced across his face, and he shook his head. “You’d never be able to lose me as a friend.” “I was afraid I would. That thought hurt more than not having you as a boyfriend.” Todd’s mouth slanted across hers, his soft lips tasted as good as she remembered. Being connected with him somehow made her feel stronger, more aware of whom she was and could be. He empowered her to trust herself. He had drawn out her long suppressed desires and shown her how beautiful she was. She shivered against him and he drew her into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around him, she relaxed into his body.

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“I hope you know we’ll be doing this very often. I’m a very sexually demanding girlfriend,” she teased. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’ll make the interrogations even more invigorating.”

Cara Carnes Cara Carnes discovered her love of writing early in life, as most writers tend to. At the age of 11, she typed up a love story and happily mailed it off to Harlequin. Anxiously awaiting her acceptance letter and fat advance check, she dutifully listened to her mother and grandfather as they instilled in her the lessons key to her writing today. By the time the hand-written rejection letter arrived, Cara knew that someday she would be writing the stories that she loved. Most importantly, she had learned two key fundamentals from her mother and grandfather: always expect the unexpected, and know you can do anything you set your mind to. Cara's love for the written word found a home in erotica romance. Wanting to bring fantasies to life on the pages of her books, she enjoys crafting characters that sizzle on the pages and burn their way into your heart. While she loves all genres of romance, erotica will always have a special place in her heart because Cara believes true romance doesn't stop at the bedroom door. Cara is a native Texan and currently resides in Austin. When she isn't absorbed in her characters, she enjoys traveling, photography, and spending time with family and friends. Cara would love to hear from you. You can contact Cara at [email protected]