Kinky sex with a stranger. One of Aslan’s deepest fantasies. To fulfill it, only one man will do. Her husband.
Wanting more, needing it, craving a kinky edge to sex is exactly what Aslan lives with every day. Days and months and years of unfulfilled fantasies filtered down to one life-altering decision.
Approach the sexy man sitting at the bar or walk away? Keep trying to fit into the mold she’s been told to conform to or find herself lost somewhere in the gray? Close the seemingly insurmountable distance between wishes and reality or let her dreams go? Once and for all.
Everything she’s ever hungered for sits within her reach if the one man she trusts to take her there will finally let his monster free.
Her Stranger. Her fantasy. Her husband.
To find her forever she must give it all to him. Her fears, her power and her consent. One night is all she’s asking for but what she gets in return will change their lives…forever.
This is the first short story in a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories total, with one being released every couple months. Short kinky stories meant to tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that word means to your fantasies…
Excerpt –
“Are you chilly?” he asked in a whisper as he inched even closer to her mouth.
“Not now,” she answered a moment before his lips touched hers.
His kiss. It was a revelation. One of those moments she’d remember when her time on Earth was done and a lifetime of amazing memories flooded her head. It was that good. It was—perfect.
He didn’t attack her mouth, biting and devouring. No. He tasted her. Sampling and nibbling her lips, slipping his tongue inside. Her moan caught her by surprise and she shivered as his hand moved to the back of her neck to hold her to him.
“Certain you’re not cold? I can feel you shaking.” Amusement lit his eyes as he kissed her again and then stared down at her.
“Do you really not know your appeal? You have to know what you look like. You have to know how unbelievably attractive you are.” Thank you margarita magic. Otherwise, she never would have been able to be so straightforward.
“I’m all right.” He shrugged and then his stubbled jaw brushed her cheek as he whispered in her ear. “I much prefer your curves.” His hand moved down the back of her arm, to her waist and then lower. He moved her body into his, tucking it close so she could feel all of him. What she did to him.
Fuck.
He was hard.
And she really didn’t want to wait any longer. Losing her nerve at this point was not an option. But he spoke first, taking her fate into his wide hands.
“Since you know my kryptonite now, I have a proposal.”
“The room keys?”
“Pesky things. I can go down to the desk and wait to get another and then come back to get you, but I honestly don’t think I can wait that long to take you.” He moved her against him as if they were dancing, and she almost honest to God swooned from feeling how turned on he was.
“I don’t want to wait either.” She grabbed her clutch off the bar and pulled her key card for her room, handing it over to him. “Take mine. Room 312 on the Sunrise deck.”
He took the card, sliding it into his pocket. “On the top deck. Back of the ship. Penthouse suite. Very nice.”
“You know the ship quite well.”
“As I said before. Business and pleasure. It’s a working vacation of sorts.”
“Have you gotten your money’s worth?”
He stared at her and ran the tip of his finger over her bottom lip. “No. But I think I’m about to.” He looked at the bar, eyeing her melting beverage. “Why don’t you give me a five-minute head start and let me get in the proper—frame of mind? You can finish your drink and then follow me up. I’ll leave the door slightly open, so you can get in. Deal?”
The idea of him in the room first, waiting for her when she arrived, totally did it for her. It sounded like something out of a romance novel. A dirty one. The only kind she read. “Negotiation first. Non-negotiable.”
He nodded with a wicked glint to his smirk. “Again. Smart girl. Negotiation first. Then you’re mine.”
She should think more on it, really decide if this was what she wanted to do. Seemed opening a can of worms of this variety was a monumental step in finding herself. And she couldn’t have been more ready to start. “Five minutes. Then I’ll follow you.”
His nod made her truly notice how much bigger he was than her. He could handle her and she knew it. Her panties were completely soaked, just from talking to him and from less than a handful of kisses.
The thought that she was about to get all of him—maybe she needed some Gatorade, instead of her tête-à-tête with Mr. Jose Cuervo.
Zeke grabbed his sunglasses off the bar and nodded at the bartender. “One more thing, Aslan.”
Her eyebrows rose in question, since she had no clue what he was going to say. “Yes?”
“Ditch the panties before you get to the room. I want you bare and wet the second I can get my hands on you.”
Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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