Love With An Improper Stranger

Love with an Improper Stranger By Lorelei Mattison © 2005 Ocean’s Mist Press www.oceansmistpress.com

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Love with An Improper Stranger Copyright (c) 2005 by Lorelei Mattison ISBN: 0-9773043-022-013 Cover art and design (c) 2005 by Sable Grey All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form without permission, except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. Look for us on the Web www.oceansmistpress.com

Lorelei Mattison DEDICATION/ACKNOWLEDGEMENT To my mother, who has fostered my love of romance and happy endings my entire life. Thanks Mom, for listening to all my crazy plot ideas, and proving that real life romance does exist.

Love with An Improper Stranger Chapter One Maggie sighed as she walked into her hotel room. It had been a long week, and it wasn’t over for her yet. She was in Charleston for a business meeting with a potential client. Being an ad exec for one of the premiere firms in Atlanta kept her busy enough just with in-town business, but they were expanding rapidly and companies in other cities were calling on their services more often. That led to her traveling a lot, meeting with new potentials, and frequent flights and hotels. She slipped off her heels and flopped down onto the middle of the queen-sized bed. “Not quite as comfortable as home, but it will do.” Rummaging in her bag for her phone, she quickly checked her voicemail and email, making sure that she was abreast of all possible emergencies. Once done, she lay back against the fluffy pillows and checked her watch before closing her eyes. She only had an hour before she had to meet with a potential client for dinner, not nearly enough time for a nap. She sat up, eyed her suitcase and mentally flipped through the clothing that she had brought with her. Tonight definitely called for some ultra-sexy lingerie, that always made her feel better when she was tired or cranky. Lingerie was the ultimate pick-me-up. Deciding on black lace, she got to her feet and headed toward the shower. ***** Walking into the bar, Maggie stopped to observe the other patrons, mostly male. Not a lot to look at, she thought, noticing the men that were scattered throughout. Not about to be deterred from her search for a decent glass of wine, she continued through, spotting an empty seat at the bar. The stress of her business dinner/meeting had her feeling wound tighter than a grandfather clock. The firm seeking her service was an oldfashioned good ole boys network, made up of old curmudgeons. They wanted some fresh ads but they detested the idea of a woman putting together their campaign. She shuddered at the way that they had said it, numerous times, as if having a woman putting their campaign together was like a great big toad hopping across the dinner table. Maggie had finally ended the evening by saying that she would have her firm send a male out to meet with them. She couldn’t believe it--being as southern as anyone else from Georgia could be--but honest to God, who still thought

Lorelei Mattison men were better than women? Wasn’t this the age of equal opportunity and all that? Apparently not, as her snobby, down-talking, pigheaded dinner companions had shown her. She desperately needed a nice back massage and a drink. Perching on a barstool, she made a conscious effort to release the tension knotting her shoulders. What a nightmare her evening had turned out to be. Hopefully, she could shake off that less than pleasant dinner with a nice white wine and if she was lucky, some good music. Motioning to the gray headed man tending the bar, she asked, “Could I get a glass of Pinot Grigio please?” She smiled gratefully when he nodded at her and began to fill a glass. “Thanks.” Dropping some money onto the wooden bar when her drink arrived, she sat back and relaxed, listening to the sound of the smoky jazz playing over the speakers. She took a sip of wine, and sat up straighter when she noticed a tall, dark headed man in a suit make his way into the bar. There might be a lot to look at after all, she thought, shifting a little more in her seat to get a better view. A whole lot, she decided, noticing that he sat down in a table near the lounge. She didn’t want to blatantly stare at him, but he made quite a presence and she was finding it hard to pull her eyes from him. She watched him settle into a seat, loosen his tie, take off his coat, and unbutton his collar. Every movement he made was laced with a shot of testosterone. She turned back to her drink, watching his motions in the mirror in front of her. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled each sleeve up, revealing hair-dusted forearms and strong looking hands. When he lifted his arm to signal the bartender, she admired the play of muscles underneath his shirt, the shifting and bunching making certain muscles in her own anatomy, which she was suddenly aware of, shift and bunch a little bit of their own. It had been a long time since she had been intrigued by someone she hadn’t even talked to. Just his mere motions were turning her on. He hadn’t even done anything special, hadn’t even looked at her. She picked up her wine and downed three large gulps, nearly emptying her wineglass in one fell swoop. Certainly not ladylike but she was feeling anything but ladylike. She was feeling more like a hussy, warmth spreading through her body from watching a stranger order a drink and make himself at ease in a bar. What was wrong with her? Determined not to let herself overheat from some juvenile voyeurism, she turned her back on the handsome stranger and took another swallow from

Love with An Improper Stranger her glass was nearly empty. As soon as the bartender made his way back to her side she would order another glass of wine before heading up to her room for one restless night. **** Hunter immediately noticed the sexy brunette with the great legs when he walked into the bar. She was sitting alone, sipping white wine. She looked like she could use some company, he thought to himself as he sat down at a table to order a bourbon and coke. He watched her as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, noting her attire and her impossibly high heels, admiring the way her skirt shifted high on her thighs every time she crossed her legs. She was at ease in her surroundings, he noted, observing how she toyed with her wineglass, the way that she moved. Smiling to himself, he took a few sips of his drink and settled back to observe her for a while longer. He noticed her watching him as well, but he wasn’t about to call her on it. Sometimes a little covert observation was fun and harmless. Hunter had the feeling though, that a little harmless watching was not going to be enough with the brunette at the bar. He wanted to be close to her. See what she smelled like, what color her eyes were. What color her underwear was, if it was skimpy lace or soft cotton. Not one to rush, even when he was more than ready to approach, he decided to let her finish her glass of wine, and approach just in time to offer to buy her a fresh one. Maybe ten minutes later, with some anxious foot tapping and countless checks of the time, he noticed that she was nearly finished with it. Standing up, he started to make his way over to her. Perfect timing, if she had taken any longer he would have dragged her by the hair out of the bar and up to his room. Smiling wryly at the vision that would have made, Hunter calmed his raging libido and channeled his charm. Stopping behind her chair, he inhaled slightly, the scent of vanilla and shampoo filling his senses. She smelled like sin on Sunday; fresh and innocent on one hand but wanton woman on the other. And he hadn’t even held her yet. His cock jumped at the very thought of her scent, her essence. He wondered at that moment if she smelled like vanilla everywhere. Kicking himself out of his mental musings, he stepped closer to her and made his move.

Lorelei Mattison ***** “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” The voice, was as smooth as honey and belonged to a body that was just as nice, Maggie noted, as she turned to look at man speaking. Lord, Lord he was handsome, she thought. Dark hair touched with silver at the temples, deep green eyes and broad shoulders. “Does that line work for you often?” she teased as she took in the muscular stature, the suit-clad frame, and the stunning features of his face; firm, sculpted lips, chiseled cheeks, strong brow, and finally homing in on his eyes. “I bet you use that one as much as ‘come here often’.” “Well, seeing as how we’re in a hotel bar, I couldn’t see using that one. That would mean that you are in a profession that makes you offlimits to me.” He spoke with a sugar-soft southern drawl, instantly causing her thighs to tense up. Damn, just her luck, she would meet a gorgeous stranger with a southern drawl. Southern men with sugary accent had always been her weakness. His molasses coated voice caused shivers to run up her spine and her toes to curl in her shoes. Shifting her shoulders, she re-crossed her legs, enjoying the tingle of awareness zinging up and down her spine. “To answer your question, no, I don’t come here often. This is my first time in Charleston. I’m here on business, just for the weekend.” Which she suddenly decided was too bad for her, because he had the kind of face and body that she wouldn’t mind getting to know a little better. No, make that a lot better, intimately better, as in him between her legs better. And she thought she could see that same thought running through his mind. His eyes reflected back exactly what she was thinking; the two of them tangled in the sheets, making love as if their lives depended on it. “Hunter,” he said, taking the hand she had resting in her lap. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I too am here on business. Not my first time in the area though. I’m here fairly often. And you are...” “Maggie. Charmed, I’m sure.” Looking down at her small hand encased in his much larger one, she felt a twinge at his smooth, long fingers touching hers. Rubbing his thumb against the indentation between her thumb and forefinger, she imagined him running his fingers against her breasts, across her tummy, down between her legs. Making her shiver and sigh in pleasure. His hands were large and masculine,

Love with An Improper Stranger grasping her hand gently but firmly, indicating that he could be gentle but firm in other ways. His gaze was taking her in, all of her; her snakeskin black stilettos, and black silk stockings, her short skirt and open necked blouse. She shifted slightly in her seat, pulling his gaze from the hint of cleavage, back up to her face. “Can I buy you a drink, Maggie?” he asked, pointing at her nearly empty wineglass. “Mmm, that would be lovely, Hunter. Pinot Grigio, if you will.” Smiling her thanks, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes, noting again how beautiful his eyes were and how his dark hair, feathered at his temples. He was handsome, pretty even, and just her type. The shirt was slightly rumpled, the top button undone and his tie loose, so it was clear that he had been wearing it for longer than a few minutes. “Long day for you?” she asked, indicating his empty glass. “Longer than most, I’m afraid. Business meetings and the like. Nothing you would be interested in. This is definitely the highlight of my day.” Oh, and a flirt too, Hunter was indeed charming. She watched as he caught the bartender’s eye, and signaled for another round for both of them, returning his attention to her once he was acknowledged. “What is it that you do, Hunter?” Rimming the edge of her wineglass with her finger, she noticed his eye was drawn to the movement her red nail was making around her glass. Brought to mind the old advice that her mom gave her, men were certainly visual creatures. If you appealed to their baser visual sides with some pure raw sex appeal and some good old-fashioned naughty gestures, they were there for the taking. However, her dear mother’s advice was ill-used when it came to hands-on contact with men. Maggie hadn’t been with that many men, being far too selective about who she shared her body with. That way of thinking had been both good and bad. Good because she was proud of not having been with every guy to hit on her. Bad, because she sometimes wished she was a little more experienced in certain sexual arenas. There were so many things she would like to try, like being tied up and teased and tying up and teasing in return. Ten million and one fantasies began running through her mind, teasing her with the endless possibilities of indulging in some serious flirtation with this handsome stranger.

Lorelei Mattison “Leverage buyouts. I’m in town for the weekend, checking out a company that I might take over. And you?” “Advertising. I’m in town for a few days, working on an ad campaign for a local company.” Nudging his leg in advertently with the toe of her shoe, she watched his eyes drift down to her calf and foot, before lingering on her thigh. Dragging his eyes back up to her face, he picked up his fresh drink. “How about a toast? To business, new acquaintances, and last but not least, pleasure.” “I’ll toast to that.” Tapping the rim of her glass to his, she took a small sip. The crisp taste of the wine did nothing to soothe the heat that was warming her insides from just sitting so near him. At this point, she was surprised that she wasn’t drooling from staring at him. Everything about him appealed to her. From his black, professionally shined shoes to the top of his dark head, he called to her inner sex goddess. Maggie was beginning to think that she needed to let that imaginary wanton creature out to play. She was yearning to do something a little out of her ordinary, a little naughty. What better way to bring out her inner bad girl than with a handsome stranger whom she would never have to see again after tonight? Hunter would be the ideal candidate to indulge in a forbidden one night stand with. Limited as her experience was, a one night stand was something she would never have dared to think about, much less partake in. But the more time she spent in his presence, the more she wanted to do just that, partake. She longed to throw caution to the wind and tempt him to see if he was up to the task. She knew the risks were many in taking an unfamiliar man to bed, but she longed for something different, something new. And Hunter called to her very feminine core, making her feel seductive and very much appealing. Every time he looked at her, or smiled at her, she tingled. Never had she been so on edge from a little conversation and flirting. At one point during the conversation, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she thought she would swoon. He was setting her on fire slowly, a spark here and there, adding up to what was rapidly becoming an all-consuming blaze. Maggie couldn’t take much more of this. She wanted to see what would become of this encounter. Gathering all of her nerve, she decided to test the waters and find out if he would be interested in pursuing their

Love with An Improper Stranger tangible attraction. Leaning close enough to whisper in his ear, she placed a well-manicured hand on his arm. Allowing her breasts to purposely brush against his upper arm, she reached across him for a napkin. Noting the way his breath caught at the touch of her breasts brushing against him, she chalked one up for her. Mission accomplished. He wouldn’t turn her down. He was just as attracted to her as she was to him. He was boldly appraising her body, making no secret of what he was looking at. Leaning back, she crossed her legs, unknowingly hiking her skirt up higher on her thighs and causing her black, pointed-toe shoe to brush his leg, repeatedly. She smiled inwardly as he looked down at her silk-clad legs. Her lingerie and fuck-me shoes were vices in a life that was otherwise dull, and at that very moment she was thankful that she had them, because he was responding to her subtle, or not-so-subtle, advances quite nicely. Deciding to tease him a bit, and catch him in the act of staring at her well-toned legs, she said, “Why don’t you pull up a seat and relax?” Pulling his gaze up to hers, she noted his mouth tipping up in a cocky grin. “I think I will have a seat. Thanks for the invite.” Pulling up a nearby barstool, he propped his body against it negligently.

Lorelei Mattison Chapter Two “So tell me, how do you like advertising?” Hunter pumped her for information, trying to learn more about her. He suddenly found that he wanted to know everything about her, to the most minute detail. “Normally I do, but you wouldn’t believe the encounter that I had earlier.” He listened as she recounted the completely sexist, extremely old fashioned group of men that she had attempted to do business with. He couldn’t help but laugh at her outrage and the fire in her eyes as she retold the story. “I agree with you completely, honey, that is insane. But unfortunately,” he touched her knee as he spoke, “the good ole boy network is alive and well in the South, especially with the more mature set. They’re definitely the minority though, I’m sure you’re quite good at what you do.” She immediately calmed, as if his touch soothed her. The more they talked, combined with a few strong drinks and fabulous company, the more Hunter was ready to make his move. She had been teasing him all night, with her soft touches, sexy smiles and subtle flirting. He couldn’t take much more of it, he wanted to take her upstairs and make mad love to her. Hell, he wanted to take her upstairs and fuck her. Forget upstairs, his greedy horny mind thought, the elevator would do. He was nearly desperate for her. He had never gotten turned on from watching a woman’s throat move when she swallowed. Good God, she was swallowing! Albeit it was only wine, but he wondered if she would swallow his come as heartily as she drank wine, licking her red, glossy lips after every sip. His mind conjured up the vision of her, on her knees, her dark wavy hair tumbling around her shoulders. He could see his hands gripped in her hair, holding her hair back so he could see her face, her eyes looking up at him the whole time. Imagining her red lips working his hard cock had him shifting in his seat. If there was one thing that rocked his world, it was red lips wrapped around his cock, and red nails gripping his balls. He had always had an affinity for red lips, and right now the sight of those red lips was making him harder than ten peckered owl. He’d had more than his fair share of women, but no one had ever had him as ready to lose his head like this brunette temptress, not since his teen years anyway. She was nothing if not classy and sexy. Her black

Love with An Improper Stranger business suit was respectable and fit her curvy body well. But the fact that she had been sitting on a barstool, crossing and re-crossing her legs all night had pushed her skirt up a tad bit past the length of respectable. Tugging at his tie, he watched her mouth move as she recounted some crazy advertising story. His attention span was a millisecond when it came to listening to her talk, not when he was as hard as a steel rod and growing harder by the second. Shifting in his seat, he tried to hide his burgeoning arousal by moving his suit coat across his lap. Her spiked heels alone had him on edge. Next to some red nails and lips, he was a sucker for high, ‘do me all night’ heels. Before the night was through, he wanted to see her standing in front of him in those spiked numbers, naked. The thought of those digging into his back had his already raging hard cock dancing up and down in his pants again. Jesus, he was going to have to get her upstairs soon. Brushing her fingers with his, he said, “Maggie, would you like to go upstairs for a nightcap?” Swallowing visibly, she hurriedly finished what was left of her wine, before nodding in response. Helping her off her stool, he linked their fingers together and led her to the bank of elevators in the lobby, stopping on the way to order a bottle of wine to be sent up. There was an elevator standing open in the lobby when they arrived, and he quickly ushered her into it, punching his floor, followed by the door close button. ***** Maggie experienced a surge of nerves as the elevator doors closed, leaving her in a close intimate space with Hunter, a man that she only known for a brief span of a few hours. However, her nerves didn’t have time to overtake her, because before she could utter a word, he had backed her up against the wall and was angling his mouth down to hers. At once thankful that she had worn her highest heels, she only had to lift her chin a tiny bit before her lips touched his. Lifting her hands to grip his hair, she opened her mouth to his questing tongue, allowing him entrance and permission to learn the inner recesses of her mouth. Good God, the man could kiss, she thought, lifting herself into his kiss even more, thrusting her breasts against his chest. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she couldn’t recall ever wanting

Lorelei Mattison a man’s touch more. Feeling his hands sifting through her hair, she moaned breathlessly against his mouth. She felt like she was on fire, and just from a kiss. He hadn’t even touched her intimately yet. If she was this hot from some flirting and making out in an elevator, God help her when he got her in bed, she was liable to spontaneously combust! Welcoming the thought, she lost herself in the moment, she arching herself against him even more, wrapping one calf around his, holding him as close as she could manage without crawling inside his clothes. Running her hands up and down his back, she lightly scratched him through his shirt. She wanted him so much she could barely think. Her entire thought process was focused on the feel of him plastered against her. His hands pushing against her back, holding her hips against his arousal. His turgid cock, pressing at her belly as if in bold introduction, had her writhing breathlessly against him. She rocked back and forth, from side to side trying to assuage the violent need that was overtaking her. A foreign need had settled low in her belly, like a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied. Dragging one hand down and around his body, she tried to get a feel of him, attempting to cup his arousal in her hand. That in itself was no easy feat, considering that a sheet of paper probably couldn’t slip between their bodies, but she was determined, and she worked her hand in, to grasp his erection, eliciting a load groan from him, and herself as well. “God, sweetheart, if you keep that up, I’ll last five seconds,” he moaned as she squeezed and rubbed him gently. Grabbing her hand in his, he tried to move her, but she wouldn’t be distracted from her quest. “Mmm,” she moaned against his mouth, “but that’s okay, because I’ll just get you ready again.” Giving up the hopeless task of stilling her hand, he allowed her to continue her ministrations, even helping her to learn what appealed to him. He lifted her hand to his zipper, silently encouraging her. Rubbing him more insistently, Maggie lowered his zipper swiftly. Working her hand inside his pants, she smoothed her fingertips over the swollen head of his cock, which was already poking out from the placket of his boxers. Sliding her hand over the head, she noted that he was quite large and very warm, and in the dim lighting of the elevator, dark red. Working down further, she wrapped her hand around the long length of him and gripped him firmly, before setting a choppy motion of moving up and down his shaft.

Love with An Improper Stranger Wrenching his mouth away from hers, he pulled her hand out quickly, zipping up his pants and easing her away from him. She gazed dazedly up at him, wondering why he had abruptly broken their all too short kiss fest, especially when she was just getting to the good part. Maggie wouldn’t have objected to him screwing her against the wall at this point. Funny how she had gone from being a good girl wanting to get in touch with her inner bad girl to a bad girl whose only concern with being good was in bed. “The elevator,” he explained. “We’re on my floor.” “Oh.” He pulled her by the hand, leading her out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. Struggling to keep up with his long-legged pace, she hurried behind him, anxious to continue what they had started. She didn’t have long to wait, because he stopped in front of a closed door, and in between short kisses and some fumbling with the keycard he got the door open. “After you.” He motioned for her to enter before him. Tossing his jacket and keycard on the couch near the door, he followed her into the suite. Nervously entering the foyer, she chewed her lower lip. This was not a good time for her conscience to catch up with her. The little angel on her shoulder was shouting, ‘What are you doing? One night stands are not your deal. You barely even know this man.’ Attempting to push those thoughts aside, she walked over to the open window, and looked out over the city, admiring the twinkling lights and starry night. Feeling his arms snake around her middle, she tilted her head to the side to look up at him. “Are you nervous?” he asked, nosing her hair to the side, he dropped sweet kisses on her neck and laced his hands together over her flat stomach. “No, just not used to one night stands,” she replied, closing her hands over his, relishing the feel of his mouth on her skin. “This is new to me,” she confessed, feeling stupid and naive for not being more worldly. She could only imagine what she must look like to him. Following him up to his room and then getting a case of nerves. He must think she was nothing but a child. “Try to relax. We’ll take things slow, or as slow as I can anyway. No promises, you light quite the fire in me. I want you very badly.” With those sweet words, he gripped her chin gently and tilted her mouth up to

Lorelei Mattison his, closing his mouth over hers softly, provoking a sigh to leave her lips. His hands gently moved upward to cup her breasts, showing her with his actions that he did indeed want her. His still-hard cock was tapping against her behind like a late night visitor at the door. She leaned her head against his shoulder, tilting her head back further, making herself more accessible to his kiss. Feeling the strength of his arms banded around her, and his muscular thighs pressed against hers, she began to relax. Her body calmed with his kiss, responding to him. He must have felt her body acquiesce because he pulled his mouth from hers and began to nuzzle her neck gently, as if asking her permission to proceed lower. Pushing aside her collar with his nose, he licked gently at the indentation of her collarbone, causing her to giggle and moan lightly. Pushing his hips forward against her, he let her feel the extent of his erection while sliding one hand under the waistband of her skirt. When he reached her panties, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers teasing her naked skin, eliciting sighs and groans from her. Nudging her leg gently with the back of his hand, she parted her legs further, allowing him more access. Her insides clenched and her knees locked when his fingers played about her entrance, teasing her wet folds. She could hardly control herself from moving back and forth on his fingers. The feeling of his fingers touching her, and his mouth on hers, nearly caused her to explode right then. She nearly did too, when he nuzzled his way back to her mouth, invading her mouth, mimicking with his tongue what he was doing to her with his fingers. Lifting her wet swollen pussy against his hand, she rubbed insistently back and forth. Pulling her mouth from his, she breathed in and out harshly, moaning and groaning as his fingers teased and toyed with her. She thrust her hips up, silently urging him to move lower, to touch her inside. He accepted her unspoken invitation and slid lower, easing one finger into her, then two. Locking his other arm around her waist, he held her steady while he moved his fingers in and out of her wet sheath. Maggie felt like she was falling apart, she could barely breathe much less stand up. If it weren’t for his arm locked around her waist, she would have fallen in a boneless heap to the floor. When his thumb found her extended clit, she leaned back into his body, gasping repeatedly as he rubbed back and forth, while pushing his fingers in and out of her. In no

Love with An Improper Stranger time at all, she exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, moaning her pleasure and shaking from head to toe. “I want you so much,” he groaned against her neck. She tilted her head back and looked up at him, seeing the truth of his words. His green eyes seared into hers, telling her more than his words ever could that he truly wanted her, just as much as she wanted him. The evidence of his words was in his hands, one arm around her waist, the other still cupping her pussy, his fingers still lodged inside her, holding her still against him. “Then take me to bed.” Rubbing herself against his fingers, she silently begged him to take her to the bedroom. Hunter slid his fingers out of her, turned her around, scooped her up against his chest, and carried her down the hall and straight into the bedroom. Stopping only long enough to switch on the lights, he proceeded into the room with her in his arms. Snuggling against his chest, she sighed her contentment at being nestled so gently in a man’s arms. She felt incredibly safe and secure in this stranger’s arms. She resented the very idea of him letting her go, ever. Stopping that fledgling thought before it could take root; she nuzzled against him finding his warm skin with her mouth. Before she could get very far in her oral search he detangled her arms from his neck and was stood her gently on her feet. Grasping his tie in her hands, she began to loosen it. “Hope you don’t mind me taking matters into my own hands. I’m getting a little anxious here.” Eyes widening in apparent surprise at her boldness, he grabbed her hands in one of his. “By all means, darlin’, nothing I love more than a woman willing to take the reins.” With that, he let her go, allowing her to finish loosening his tie. “In fact, I’d like to return the favor. Later on tonight, I think I’ll give you a taste of what it feels like to be completely at my mercy. Tie you up, and lick you from head to toe until you’re begging me for mercy. Lick your clit until you scream.” Feeling her shudder in response, he said, “Sound good to you, darlin?” In response, she pulled the tie over his head, dropping it on to the floor. Fumbling through his shirt buttons, she pulled his shirt off of his arms, sending a few buttons skittering to the floor, followed by his undershirt. “Much better,” Maggie mumbled, adhering her mouth to his naked, hair covered chest. Running her open mouth over his nipple, she

Lorelei Mattison bit gently, causing him to gasp in surprise. Sucking and laving gently with her mouth to soothe the afflicted area, she giggled and licked her way over to his other nipple, treating it to the same sweet torture as his other one had endured. “A biter, are you? Can’t say that I mind, but you’ve got me at a disadvantage here. And just remember, I give as good as I get. In other words, bite me and I’ll bite you back,” he teased, grabbing one of her hands and nipping playfully at one of her fingertips. “I’m feeling a little underdressed here. Why don’t we even the score a bit?” Gently moving her back, he reached for the buttons of her blouse, proceeding to unbutton it while she watched him through downcast lashes. Removing her blouse, he dropped it to the floor next to his shirt. Making short work of her skirt, he let it fall too. When he stepped back to gaze at her body, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that he liked what he saw.

Love with An Improper Stranger Chapter Three “Sweet Jesus!” he muttered. He wondered if she was as inexperienced as she had just confessed. She sure was a contradiction, if so. His little vixen was wearing black thigh highs, along with a black lace bra and lacy tiny little scrap of nothing that passed for a thong. An innocent that wore lingerie designed to make a man bust a nut, and with some teasing skills. He only hoped she could please as well as she teased. “Sweetheart, you are beautiful.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her sides and around to her buttocks. Gripping her cheeks between his hands, he squeezed her against him, pressing her mound against the erection that was tenting his pants. If she had any doubt about his reaction to her body, the flesh that was pushing against her should prove how much he liked what he was looking at. In response to his firm flesh, she was moving her hips up and down, back and forth against his cock. Her previous release having done nothing to ease her need. Her movements were fanning the flames of his already rampant desire for her. He couldn’t stand anymore of this sweet torture. He had to have her now, this minute. He quickly shimmied out of his pants, dropping them to the floor, leaving his tented boxers separating their bodies. Moving against her, he nudged her backwards, when her knees hit the mattress, laying her in the center of the down-covered bed. With a moan and a softly muttered, “yes,” she pulled him down, seeking his mouth with hers when he landed on top of her, kicking her shoes off in the process. He let her have her way when she gripped the back of his head and tried to pull him down to hers for a kiss. He rejoiced when she took the lead, pushing her tongue through his lips and into his mouth. He loved women who weren’t afraid to take the lead, in fact, sometimes he liked being a little submissive. He had found that domination and submission was more fun if the roles were switched, often. Tying a female up was fun, but so was being the one tied up. For Maggie though, he would love to watch her come, while she was bound to the bed, at his mercy. But now wasn’t the time for bondage play. This round he was focused on the beautiful woman underneath him, on loving her to within an inch of her life. Shifting above her, he wedged his leg between her silkclad thighs, alleviating her from feeling so much of his weight.

Lorelei Mattison Smoothing his hands up and down her sides, he teased her, watching the skin twitch and jerk. Ah, so she was ticklish, good to know for the next go round. He could have a lot of fun with that fact. It would make her ultra sensitive to his touch in certain places. Her feet, her sides, her neck, and hopefully her sweet little pussy would respond to his soft, teasing touches. In silent response to his movement, she opened her legs further, wiggling and writhing at being tickled. He felt her wrap one calf around his leg. “Mmmm, Hunter, you feel so good,” she murmured against his mouth. “So do you, precious. Too good,” he replied, moving his mouth down to lick her neck. When she shuddered in response, he moved even further down, nuzzling against the lace cups of her bra. “May I?” he asked, running his fingers lightly over the lace. “Please,” she murmured, arching against his hand, bringing her mound up against his strong thigh. “Your wish is my command.” Sliding his hands underneath her, he unclasped her bra and pulled the straps down her arms. Lifting up to pull her bra off, he took in the view she presented, lying there. She was such a picture, her dark hair spread out on the white bedding Black, silk-clad thighs wrapped around his lower body, red lips parted in passion. She was stunning; especially her breasts. He could spend an hour loving her breasts. If he weren’t so ready to explode, that was. Her breasts were ample in size. All perfectly rounded, but soft. Her nipples were hard and puckered into little points. The surrounding light pink skin was beaded, whether from the cool air in the room, or his attention he wasn’t sure. But there was one thing he was sure of, she was beautiful. “Lovely,” he affirmed, lowering his mouth to reverently kiss one breast, running his tongue over her distended nipple. Goosebumps broke out on her flesh, and he sucked her soft pink nipple a little harder, before gently closing his mouth over as much as he could fit in. He had always joked about more than a mouthful being a waste, but with her that was a lie. Whatever didn’t fit in his mouth would fit in his hands. And that was something he had no problem at all with. Sucking on her pert nipple, he massaged what didn’t fit in his mouth, squeezing the soft skin gently. Tugging lightly on her other nipple, he stopped suckling at her and started a slow licking, like a cat lapping at

Love with An Improper Stranger cream. He licked around the outer area, drawing wicked loud moans from her, when his tongue encountered the underside. Apparently she was quite sensitive there. Nuzzling her with his nose, he smiled to himself when she grasped the back of his head, holding him to her breast, telling him that she liked what he was doing. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Moving restlessly against him, she held him tighter, scissoring her legs restlessly against his. Wrapping both legs around the thigh between them, she tried to get as close as she could to him. Holding him tight, she undulated her lower body against his leg, rubbing her swollen pussy back and forth against him. Moving down further, he pulled back to look up at her, slipping his other leg between hers. “Don’t worry, darlin’, we’re just getting started.” As if confirming that fact, he grasped her knees in both his hands, and held them to the side as he continued his trek down to her lace covered mound.

Lorelei Mattison Chapter Four Oh Lord, if he was just starting, she hoped he had a heart monitor handy, because she could easily drop dead from the sensations zinging through her body. Running her hands up and down his sides and back, she moaned when he nuzzled against her ribs. Clenching her legs tighter to his sides, she lifted up to look back at him. “Good,” she gasped breathlessly, pushing her pelvis up in response. He moaned, lowering his mouth to tongue her pert, pierced navel. Tugging the ring gently with his teeth, he said, “Well, isn’t this a surprise.” “My one act of rebellion,” she replied, as if in apology, thrusting her head back into the duvet as he licked her navel and headed down her smooth lower belly. “Very cute, and sexy,” he responded, licking down to the low waistband of her panties, and teasing them the band with his teeth. She lifted against his mouth in unspoken begging, asking him to remove her panties and put his mouth on her. He obviously understood her need, because he grasped the stringthin strap in his teeth and tugged it down an inch, letting it go with a snap against her skin. “Ouch!” she laughed while he tugged her legs further apart and lifted his body from between her legs. Sitting up slightly, she grinned when he slid his hands up to the waistband of her panties, sliding his fingers underneath them and pulling them down. “Lift up for me, babe.” Obeying his command, she lifted her hips up and allowed him to pull them down her legs. “What about these?” she asked, indicating her black silk thighhighs. “Those stay. I like the idea of those silky thighs wrapped around my hips. They definitely stay.” She blushed at the vivid imagery his words created in her mind, she could see herself spread out on the white comforter, him above her, moving in and out of her, her black thigh high clad legs wrapped around his taut buttocks. The contrast the picture made in her mind caused another flood of wetness between her thighs. She found that the idea of it appealed to her as well.

Love with An Improper Stranger “What are you thinking about, princess? Your cheeks are as red as your nails.” “Um, nothing. Just warm, that’s all.” Putting her hands to her cheeks, she found that she hadn’t lied, her cheeks were warm. But not because it was warm in the room, no, her heat was internal, coming from the fact that he was making her hotter than a volcano and just about ready to erupt. Lifting her hands away from her cheeks, he put them at her sides, reassuring her. “No need to be shy around me,” he said, misreading her signals for shyness. “I’m just going to get to know you a little better, ok? If I do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, let me know. In fact, let’s think of a word that you can say, instead of stop. A safe word that as soon as you say it, I’ll stop what I’m doing. Okay?” “Okay.” She looked up at him and suddenly felt a little shy, and overwhelmed by the idea of being in such a compromising position, at such a disadvantage. He was very much in control here, and the idea of it both aroused and scared her. She was nearly naked, save for some scanty thigh highs, on her back in a hotel room with a handsome stranger. But now was really no time for nerves. She was this far along, she would go through with it, or die trying. Or possibly faint from pleasure, or anticipation, if she got any hotter. “Our safe word will be ‘vodka’. If I do anything that you don’t like say vodka. Can you do that for me?” She watched as he viewed her nearly naked body. Nodding, she asked, “Why vodka? Aren’t safe words usually something like ‘red’? Or ‘no’?” “Aah, so you’re not as innocent as you play to be. You know all about safe words, that paves the way for some interesting playtime. Next round maybe,” he mused. “Vodka is a versatile drink; you can mix it with almost any juice or mixer. It makes me think of you. You seem perfect to be dressed up, dressed down, or undressed, for that matter. I find you too tempting, Maggie.” “Oh,” she said, at a loss for words with his seemingly simple definition. Her mind instantly backtracked to his first words though. Trying to defend her honor, she exclaimed, “I read. That’s how I know about safe words. Who said there would be a next time?” “I do. There’s no way I’m going to let you walk out of this room with only one round between us.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips

Lorelei Mattison gently to hers. “Our safe word is established, okay. Vodka it is.” Kissing her again, he gently began to insinuate himself between her legs, lowering his mouth to lap at the naked skin on her shaved mound. “Mmmm, I love it that you shave. Very appealing, I couldn’t be more pleased. If you were my mine, I would ask you to shave often. It’s very arousing to me, and to you too I think. I like eating from a clean plate.” Not giving her time to get embarrassed, he lowered his head, dropping a soft, lingering kiss on her mound. Aroused by his words, which she didn’t even think were supposed to be sweet, she willingly spread her legs wide open, allowing him ample space to slide between. She closed her eyes as his mouth began a slow, warm licking, up and down, up and down. Maggie found that she wasn’t the least bit shy now. She was enjoying the attention that he was paying to her most feminine spot. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter with every movement, if that was possible, she could even smell her scent in the air between them. Never having been one to appreciate the scent of her body, she found that she was helplessly aroused by the light feminine tang that traveled in the air around them. And he seemed to have no complaint about it, because he continued to lick, suck, and tease her mound, nuzzling the skin, licking down between her lips, and sucking gently on the pouty skin. Lifting his head, he stared up at her. Suddenly Maggie felt a wave of shyness when he stopped. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this. Trying to close her legs around his head, she felt the tickle of his hair on her thighs, the gentle grasp of his fingers on her legs, keeping her legs spread apart. Squeezing her knees gently, but firmly, he said, “Don’t move, okay honey.” Dropping a kiss on her inner thigh, he said “Keep your legs nice and spread for me.” She couldn’t have denied his request for any amount of money at that moment, so caught up in the feelings that were zinging through her lower region at his breath on her skin and his fingers gently caressing her thighs. “Mm,” she replied in consent, keeping her legs spread where he placed them, while he moved a hand up to her pussy, easing a finger between her slick lips to tease and play with the puffy skin, swollen with her desire. Panting for breath, she tried to lift her hips against his hand, wanting him to alleviate the sensations, to bring her to orgasm, to help her take the edge off. “Please!” she begged.

Love with An Improper Stranger “Ah, ah,” he said, blowing on her sweet spot. It felt better than she ever could have thought. He was blowing gently on her, teasing her warm, naked skin with his cool breath. The combination of his warm breath with her overheated skin was like dripping ice water on a forest fire. It wasn’t doing anything to assuage the burn. In fact, it was only making her hotter, revving her up more. “Ooh, oh my...” she sighed, her legs shaking fiercely. Grabbing his head with her hands, she held him where he was, silently demanding him to continue with his ministrations. Lifting her hips up to his face, she touched his chin with her slick pussy, wanting, needing him to put his mouth on her clit, to stop teasing her. She wanted him to lick her, tease her, and finger-fuck her into oblivion. She couldn’t handle the teasing torture anymore. “Is this what you are wanting?” With those husky words, he guided her hips back to the bed, and slid his tongue into her waiting pussy. Pushing his tongue into her hole, he worked it in circles, eliciting gasps and groans from her. Pulling back, he replaced his tongue with his finger, sliding one finger, then two into her hungry pussy. Working them in and out, he continued to lick her clit, working her into a frenzy. Every word she might have uttered left her brain in a mad rush. She was surprised that she even had a brain, that it hadn’t fried in the rush of sensation that was flying through her body. She felt alive like nothing she had ever felt before. She rode the waves of sensation like a surfer on the best curl. Lifting her hips over and over, she rode his tongue. His oh so talented tongue slid up and down, up and down, arousing her until she was mindless with need. She was dying to come, to have some release from the build up inside her. He seemed to know exactly what she needed though, because he suddenly began to stop pushing so hard with his tongue and began to circle her clit with the softest of movements, while still working his fingers in and out of her. Around and around he went, until she pushed his face down into her as hard as she could manage with her seemingly boneless fingers. He obliged her command and moved faster and faster, until all of the sensations built up to a peak. She headed to the edge of the cliff and before she could stop, plunged headlong into the abyss, screaming mindlessly all the way. *****

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She was beautiful when she came. So free and absorbed in the frenzy of it all. He had never seen a woman release herself to the feelings within her like Maggie just had. She had clutched his head to her, wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders, and screamed like she was on a roller coaster. It was fucking beautiful. He smiled to himself when he felt her legs shaking around him. Never mind that she was stifling him between her legs, what a way to go. Smothered by a beautiful pussy, he could already see the headlines. Man dies from asphyxiation. He pulled away from her clit with a string of sweet kisses, first to her clit, then to her nether lips and then continued up to her mound. Resting his chin on her tummy, he looked at her, while wiping her sweet juices from his chin and mouth. Grinning, he said, “A screamer huh? Who would’ve thought?” Knowing she would turn shy at his comments, he quickly pressed his mouth to hers, tangling their tongues together. The combination of her natural essence mixed with the taste of her tongue made him groan. She was more responsive than he could have imagined. Already her legs were wrapping around his hips, moving up and down with the thrust of his tongue into her mouth. “Maggie, sweetheart I can’t take anymore of this. I have to have you now.” Thrusting his boxer-clad hips into her wet mound, he mimicked the act that he was yearning for. Her restless hips told him what he wanted to know, that she was ready for him. Moving her hands from his back to the waistband of his boxers, he tucked her fingers in. “Take these off for me now, will you, sweetheart. Moving tentatively at first and then more sure of herself, she began pulling them down his hips. When he lifted himself off of her to help her actions, he noticed that she looked down at his full blown erection. Seeing how her eyes widened, he was pleased that she was impressed with his size. Impatiently kicking his shorts off of his legs, he lowered his body back down to hers. “Sweet Jesus, you feel good,” he groaned when he felt her smooth, hairless pussy against his dick. Nothing he loved more than a bald as a cue ball pussy. It was like heaven, soft, sweet, and warm. Even better than ice cream, apple pie, and caramel. When he had first taken off her panties, he wanted to praise her naked perfection in having a smooth

Love with An Improper Stranger mound, but after his teasing her about blushing and the open comments about her shaved mound, he had refrained. Positioning himself between her legs, right at the entrance to her canal, he paused before nudging himself in. “No vodka? You’re ready for this?” Looking right into his eyes, she said, “No, no vodka right now. I’m, not thirsty at all. I’m feeling a little hungry to tell the truth. I’d like something very filling and juicy.” Grinning mischievously, she taunted him, pulling his hands to her breasts, and covering them with her own. Then she did something that absolutely shocked him. Hooking her leg around his, she rolled him onto his back and settled herself on top of him, her breasts, still covered by his hands, resting on his chest. Straddling his chest, she sat up. “I’d like to eat before we have dessert.” Moving his hands to his sides, she scooted down, kissing his chest and then his flat abs. There was no mistaking where she was going and what she was planning on filling up on before her dessert. Jesus Christ, she was going to suck his cock! No sooner had the thought popped into his head than her tiny hand gripped his length, wrapping around him and pumping gently. “Oh baby, yes, suck me,” he encouraged, when her red lips closed over the tip of his dick. Taking his words at face value, she opened her mouth wider, taking as much as she could inside and pumping the rest with tightly closed fist. Holding her hair away from her face, he lifted his head and watched her sweet mouth making love to his member. Wishes do come true, he thought, moving her head gently up and down. Reaching down, she cupped his balls in her other hand, massaging them gently as she continued to work his cock in her mouth. Lifting up, she ran her tongue around the head, like she was licking a lollipop. Then lower, like she was sucking the life out of him, closing over the head and half the length. Moving up and down, up and down, she sucked and pumped, until he felt like he was going to faint with the sensation. “I can’t stand much more of this babe. I’m going to come!” He nearly shouted as he felt his balls tightening up, getting ready to release what felt like a gallon of sperm. Holding her head to his cock, he gave her the five second warning before shooting it into her mouth.

Lorelei Mattison Watching her swallow several times, he smiled with gratification. She was indeed beautiful swallowing his come. Nearly as beautiful as she was sucking him off. “Are you ready for dessert now, babe?” ***** She laughed lightly, squeezing his cock gently. “You’re hungry for dessert so soon. I just had dinner.” Sliding his hands down her sides from her face, down to her chest, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed. “Babe, I’m dying for something sweet,” he teased, continuing his path down her body, grabbing her hips and lifting her up to his body. “Well, I think I have just the thing. It’s good to know you have a sweet tooth.” Laughing she positioned herself over his cock and started to lower herself. “Not so fast.” Grabbing her hips before she could lower herself onto his already hard, waiting shaft, he flipped her onto her back. Pulling away from her for only a moment, long enough to protect her, he prepared to enter her. He liked having her in this position, underneath him; he entered her, making her moan and toss her head back in pleasure. He quickly set a rhythm that she could match, even and steady to start with, gaining in intensity as he felt his orgasm building. “Oh, yes, oh yes!” She chanted as he pistoned in and out of her. He groaned loudly, grasping her ass harder as he felt her hot pussy grabbing him, sucking him into no man’s land. He had heard once that a woman’s pussy was like the Bermuda triangle, it drew a man in and once he was in heaven, enjoying the hell out of it, he disappeared, never to be heard from again. He figured that was about true with Maggie’s sweet pussy. It was warm, tight, and heavenly to feel closing in around him. Between her shouts, her tight channel gripping him and his own rapidly approaching orgasm, he nearly lost control before he even got started. Focusing on her red lips, green eyes staring into his, and her nails scratching blood from his back, he quickened his pace. “Come on, baby, come on,” he encouraged, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in pace with his dick.

Love with An Improper Stranger “I’m about to, babe,” she chanted, digging her nails into his back. Lifting her hips up more, she locked her legs around his hips as hard as possibly could, moaning as he wedged a hand between them to play with her clit. In no time, from him pushing in and out, and his fingers manipulating her clit, an orgasm ripped through her body. He held on to her as tight as he could while she fell apart, shuddering wildly as his own orgasm tore him apart.

Lorelei Mattison Chapter Five Drifting back to earth, she relaxed her hold on him, letting her legs fall back to the bed and holding him close in her arms. “Mmmmm, that was fabulous,” she praised, rubbing his back gently. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, running his fingers through her hair and kissing her softly. “Next time I’m going to tie you up, tease you mercilessly,” he promised, looking deep into her eyes. “Who said there will be a next time, Hunter? You’re being pretty presumptuous aren’t you?” she asked, teasing his ear with her fingertip. “Come on, babe, you know there will be a next time. I can’t go very long without my monthly date night with my sweet wife now, can I?” he teased, with a soft light glowing in his grey eyes. “This time was absolutely great, by the way. I loved pretending to meet you in a bar and having a one night stand with you.” “It was good fun, wasn’t it? It was a good thing that you could meet me in Charleston this weekend. And such a nice diversion after my nasty business dinner.” Running her hands up and down his back gently, she teased, “You seem to be taking a liking to domination lately, maybe, just maybe, next time I’ll let you tie me up,” she said impishly. “Nice touch with the come on in the bar by the way. I was quite aroused before we even got started, and nervous to boot. I honestly felt like we were strangers” “That was the point, my love.” He roused himself enough to rummage through his pants pocket for their wedding bands. Sliding her rings onto her finger, he kissed her gently. “I love you, babe. You have made me close to the happiest man on earth.” “I love you too, Hunt,” she said before her brain clicked on what he had just said. “Close to?” Maggie’s eyes widened. Her voice threatened bodily harm when she asked, “Just what would make you the happiest man on earth?” “How about a little power nap?” He shifted his weight to the side, pulling off the soiled condom, and settled himself down behind her, wrapping his body around hers and curving an arm over her tummy. “Sleeping next to my beautiful wife will make me the happiest man on earth.” “Since you asked so nicely,I think I can accommodate you,” she teased.

Love with An Improper Stranger “Maggie, you are nothing if not accommodating.” Laughing, she relaxed her body back against his, reveling in the comfort and pleasure that being held close to her husband’s body brought her. A short rest did sound heavenly, she thought, closing her eyes, a soft smile curving her lips. ***** Maggie awoke to the sound of Hunter’s gentle snoring, his even breaths tickling her neck. She couldn’t believe how fortunate she was to be married to such a loving, giving man. They had both committed themselves to making their marriage work, and had set up their monthly “dates” to keep the romance hot. They each took turns deciding on a place, a theme, and that always led to some hot, steamy sex, just from the unknown element alone. It was just fortunate that he had been able to get some time free to travel to Charleston to meet her, when she had to be there. Otherwise, their date would have been postponed to a later time. Instead, he met her and they embarked on a little role playing. The role playing was always fun, it led to exciting encounters. So far, in addition to the one they had played out tonight, they had done the hooker/john roles, the sexy nurse spiel and, of course, found new places to engage in some hot sex. Her mental musings were interrupted when she felt him shift behind her, signaling that he was about to wake up. “Hi, beautiful.” His arm tightened around her middle. “Hi back at ya, handsome.” Maggie tilted her head back and angled a side glance at him. Smiling at his ruffled hair and sleepy eyes, she kissed his chin. “Nice little nap we had. It’s four in the morning.” He stretched behind her, his early morning erection pushing against her backside. “Well, someone is up, regardless of the time,” he replied laughingly. Before she could form a response, she found herself flat on her back, pinned to the bed; his lower body pressing against hers, his arms on either side of her head and his erection pressing against her already wet portal. “Mmmm,” she responded, wiggling her lower body against his. “I can feel that.”

Lorelei Mattison He pushed his pelvis against her teasingly, wedging her legs apart in the process. Her legs framed his thighs, her feet braced on the sheets. She pushed back up against him in response. “Hungry?” he asked her, dropping light kisses on her forehead, her nose, her chin and finally her mouth. “Kinda, but not really,” she replied around his soft kisses. “Hmm, I love it when you’re vague. So I’ll take that as a yes.” He lifted himself off of her, sitting up and then getting to his feet. She instantly mourned the loss of his body heat, his warmth and the feel of his form against hers. What was that old saying, “hated to watch him go, but loved to watch him leave”? Well, that was definitely true, she thought, watching his taut behind make its way over to the mini-bar. “What are you doing?” Turning on her side, she lifted up on an elbow and watched him rummage through the contents. “Getting us some food, I don’t want to leave the room just yet, and I don’t want us to be interrupted. Is that okay with you?” He tossed a wink over his shoulder at her. “Works for me, babe. Grab me something chocolate and a Diet Coke please. That would be fabulous.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, “How about a shower?” “Meet you in there,” she heard him say on her way into the bathroom. She knew he would agree, they always took showers together. Deadset on a shower, she changed her mind when she got to the bathroom and saw the whirlpool tub. Plugging the drain, she turned on the water, poured in the complimentary bubbles, and stepped into the tub. “I thought we were taking a shower.” “Changed my mind. How about a bath instead? Look at these jets. Oh the possibilities.” She looked up at him and laughed when she saw his arms full of chips, candies and sodas. “Come on in, the water’s hot and I’m hotter,” she teased. ***** Hunter settled his armload of goodies on the shelf above the tub, and stepped into the swirling, bubbling water. Grabbing two cans of soda, he lowered himself, sitting back against the end opposite of Maggie. He couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect this weekend had turned out.

Love with An Improper Stranger “How about another toast?” he asked, handing her a can, and popping the top on the one he held. She accepted the can from him, popping the top and waiting for what he might say. “To endless possibilities, countless date nights, role playing and, finally, us,” he finished, touching the rim of his can to hers. He took a sip from his soda, waited until she took a sip from hers, then sat the can on the edge of the tub and leaned forward, pulling her across the tub to him. She came willingly, sitting her can next to his, sliding her legs alongside his, spreading hers to accommodate his body, straddling his hips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His penis, neglected for the most part since they had woken up, sprang to life again, poking against her center. “Endless possibilities,” she echoed against his mouth as she lowered her lips to his. “Endless.” He grasped her hips, then slid one hand down her front, across her mound, then lower, between her lips, checking her wetness. He laughed softly when she moaned against his mouth, wiggling her hips impatiently, rubbing her clit against his fingers. “Now.” She pressed down, trying to find his hard member. “Patience,” he murmured, sliding his wet hand back and forth against her wet lips, slipping a finger into her. “Now,” she reiterated, reaching down and finding his erection. He gasped when she squeezed it gently, positioning it to enter her body. Hunter sucked in a breath when she lifted up, then lowered herself onto him in one fell swoop. Before he could start moving, she stopped him, stilling him with a hand to his chest. “Let me.” How could he say no to that, he thought wryly. That was every man’s dream. Watching a wet, beautiful, naked woman do all the work, her breasts bouncing, her face reflecting the pleasure gained from their joined bodies. The only response he could manage was a groan and a moan here and there, between thrusts. She would be the death of him. And he would die happy, probably with a worn out penis and a smile on his face. He reached up behind her neck and pulled her down to his mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth, mimicking her movements, in and out, in and out. She was sighing and yelping in response to his movements, the sounds working out around their mating tongues. It wasn’t going to last though. He could feel his sac drawing up, his

Lorelei Mattison stomach quivering from the effects of his imminent ejaculation. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. Grasping her hips with both hands, he pushed her down on him as hard as he could, pushing up against her with all his might. Hunter heard her scream hoarsely, wrenching her mouth from his and throwing her head back. He saw stars flash before his eyes and he followed her right over the edge, his semen bursting into her like a race car crossing the finish line. He grunted out his pleasure, leaning forward and resting his head against her breasts, shaking. It just got more amazing every single time. He would never get enough of her. “Hunter?” “Yes, babe?” he asked, his voice escaping from between her breasts. “Next time, I think I want you to tie me up. Would you like that?” “Well, that’s a loaded question, darling. Let me catch my breath, you’re trying to kill me.” He lifted his head and joined his mouth to hers. Like it, hell he would love it. He had been wanting to tie her up for the longest time. Next time would be interesting, indeed. Maggie, submissive and at his mercy, he couldn’t wait. But first, he had to get his breath back, a short feat considering he had the image of Maggie tied to the bedposts, bound by her black silk stockings, writhing in pleasure as he tickled, teased and toyed with her body. Their monthly meetings were full of endless possibilities indeed.

Love with An Improper Stranger Author Bio An avid reader all her life, Lorelei began her love affair with romance at a very early age. She has always loved a happy ending. Holding dual degrees in English Literature and Psychology, she has even dabbled with the idea of being a sex and relationship therapist. However, the ability to create characters and delve into their psyches is much more fun, than delving into real life psyches, or so she believes. She works as an editor for various e-publishers and enjoys writing highly charged erotic novels that combine sexy characters and interesting plots. Lorelei lives in sunny Florida with her dogs, Bogey and Truffles, and is currently enjoying the single life. There is nothing better than a happy ending though, and she is holding out for her own one day.