Dylan wakes up with the sheets
tangled around his legs. Both pillows are tossed about the bed and the
comforter is on the floor.
Rainie is gone.
Grabbing the sheets away, he sits
on the edge, running his fingers through his hair. When did she leave? I must have slept hard to not hear her get up.
Putting on his jeans, he quickly heads to the kitchen to look out the window,
frantically searching the shoreline. Relieved, he sees her by the dock. Opening
the back door, he shivers as the cold air hits his chest; ignoring it, he calls
out to her.
“Rainie, it’s freezing out here.
Come on up.”
She turns around and walks toward
the deck. “You’re going to freeze to death if you don’t put more clothes on.”
“I’ll put more on if you come in
for coffee.” He opens the door wider. As Rainie brushes past him, he inhales
the lavender scent from her hair, reminding him of last night. “Well, we can
take off our clothes once I build a fire and repeat last night.”
“Last night?”
“Yes, and I forgot to thank you for
such a pleasurable night.” Shutting the door, Dylan reaches for her coat. “I’ll
get the fire started and make coffee right quick.”
Rainie stares into the flames as he
hands her a cup and places his on the coffee table. “I’ll go put on a shirt.
It’ll be a while before the room warms up.” Noticing the distant look in her
eyes, he takes her hand. “Are you all right?”
Smiling, she squeezes his hand.
“Yes, hurry back.”
Rainie
open up to me, please. My heart aches when you are sad.
As he walks from the bedroom,
buttoning his shirt, the scene before him slams into his heart.
Sitting on the floor in front of
the fire, she holds her cup tightly in her hands while rocking slowly back and
forth. The heat from the flames has kissed her face, causing a pinkish glow on
her cheeks. Something is bothering her.
Grabbing his cup off the table and settling beside her, he leans over and
pushes his shoulder affectionately against hers.
Nuzzling his nose close to her ear,
he whispers, “A penny for your thoughts.”
Smiling, she closes her eyes, takes
a deep breath and shifts her body to face him. “Dylan, what I’m about to tell
you may seem far fetched, but please listen and keep an open mind. Others who
have stayed here did not believe me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell
me why you got upset while we were out in the boat. Wait. Just how many
others?”
“No one like you. Meaning, I
haven’t been with anyone else. For years, I’ve tried to get someone to listen.”
“I’m all ears, Rainie.” Leaning back on his
elbows and stretching out his legs, he gives her his undivided attention.
She sighs, her eyes begging for
understanding.
Hotel Savannah
from Temptation Triggers, an anthology of erotic short stories
Saturday, February 13, 1932
Today was a day I won’t soon forget. I met with him early as we had discussed the night before. He had a horse and carriage waiting for us outside the hotel. He helped me onto the bench and covered us with a blanket. The driver cracked his whip and the horse drove us around the city of Savannah.
There was a cold chill in the air but the blanket and my new friend kept me from noticing. As the carriage took a sharp turn, he took advantage of this opportunity and moved closer to me. I didn’t mind, I welcomed his advances. I would have sat on his lap if I hadn’t been so worried about appearances.
He pointed out several historic buildings and could name every one of them. We became closer and closer as the day passed. When the wheel of the carriage hit a pot hole and our hands made contact as we both grabbed for the falling blanket. I didn’t retract my hand and neither did he. We turned to look for each other’s reaction. Looking into his dark eyes, I wanted to stay here forever.
The driver asked if we wanted to walk River Street while the horse rested a few minutes and he checked the wheel. I had never been to River Street so this was a great adventure. I was helped down by my escort and we strolled down the cobble stone road to see the shops and eating establishments.
The wind shifted and the moisture in the air became heavier so we headed back to the carriage. A few minutes before we reached our destination the sky opened up drenching us with rain. The driver was ready and said the wheel was fine. We hurriedly got back into the carriage and cuddled under the blanket attempting to fight off the cold wind’s attack on our bodies. He pulled me close and put his arm around me to shelter me from harm. I felt safe under his care.
We arrived back at the hotel and went to my room to get dry. I didn’t want to leave him for a minute so didn’t suggest me going to my room and telling him to go to his. He retrieved a towel and dried me off starting with my hair. He actually asked me if I wanted to strip to my underwear before starting to unbutton my garment. I was very impressed by his mannerisms.
He slowly unfastened the bead buttons and carefully slipped my dress off my body, not wanting to get it more messed up than it already was. He placed the dress over a chair close to the fireplace. I was a bit nervous and asked him if he would like some hot tea brought to the room. While I called room service, he stood by the fire watching me. I wonder what it would like to be married to him instead of Thomas. I think my life would be happier.
Best Lover in Town
It is turning out to be a beautiful summer day in Peoria, Illinois, as Janet arrives early for work. She loves her new job and co-workers at the Archer Marketing Company. Archer Marketing is a large advertising agency with several offices across the country including New York City and Seattle. Her team is small enough to know each other personally. Janet, her boss Nathan Lovett, who is the top advertising agent, and a few other team members have an afternoon teleconference with the New York office. She wants to be totally prepared to impress her peers.
Arriving at her desk, she notices she is the first one to show up. She sets up her laptop, reflecting on the past three months at her new position before she gets busy. The office environment is laid back. There is a lot of friendly flirting between the team and Nathan is the most handsome boss she has ever had. She looks out her seventh floor window at the magnificent sun rise. Her view is a mural of the surrounding city. All glass exterior walls allowing the sunlight to fill her office.
Janet gets busy reviewing the ad campaign. As the rest of the team start to arrive for the busy day ahead, the normal greetings and simple chats resound in the office area. Everyone is having a great morning. Fridays are casual days so the employees are allowed to wear jeans. The entire group is excited as it is a payday weekend; informing the other teammates of their plans. Madison, Janet’s new friend, is especially excited about a party she is planning to attend. She attends many parties, boasting about them to anyone who will listen.
Nathan arrives a few minutes late and everybody greets him. He had stopped by the bakery to pick up donuts. The team gathers around him. He looks at Janet as she takes a donut from the box. Their eyes meet as they have done so many times before, causing Janet’s heart to melt. This isn’t the first time he has made her knees weak nor would it be the last. She remembers the times they crossed paths in the hallways. Sometimes she would move closer to him so they would touch each other in passing. It was just casual flirting. Nonetheless, he seemed to like it.
“Are you ready for the big meeting this afternoon?” Nathan asks, breaking the silence between them.
“Yes, I was just reviewing the ad this morning,” Janet says cheerfully.
“Good. I'm sure we will do fine. You've done a great job preparing the ad. I know they will love it as much as I do.”
The office personnel work like a well-oiled machine so the morning passes quickly. Team members come and go as they give Janet new information for the meeting. All of a sudden there is a huge bang in the building. Everyone quits what they are doing, curious to determine the source of the noise. All is quiet for several minutes as they listen. Nathan makes some phone calls. He discovers the problem and explains to the team.
“Maintenance says one of the building’s air conditioners has failed. They should have it fixed soon. I will keep you posted so let’s get back to work,” Nathan informs them before returning to his office.
The temperature in the building starts to rise as the sun shines through the windows in addition to no cool air. Team members become uncomfortable as sweat trickles down their bodies. Shirts and blouses become partially unbuttoned to stay cooler.
Because of the building’s policies, no electric fans are allowed. The normal flirting gets hotter as the temperature goes up. The agitated staff uses flirting as a release from the tension caused by the heat. An hour later, Nathan gives the team an update.
“I just got an email from maintenance. They said it might take several hours to get the parts for the air conditioner. It might not be fixed until tomorrow. If you aren't attending the afternoon meeting with New York, you are free to work remotely from home for the rest of the day. The rest of us will be leaving after the meeting. See all of you back here on Monday. Have a great weekend.”
Madison is the first to pack up her laptop. On her way out she stops by Janet’s desk.
“I will call you sometime on Sunday to tell you about the party. I know you will be working as you always do,” she says.
“Okay. You have a great time,” Janet says, smiling as Madison leaves.
As excused workers head out the door, the remaining staff adjourns to the conference room. It is hot, causing several shirts to be soaked with sweat. Janet can see Nathan’s chest hair through his shirt which affects her concentration on the conference call. She is hoping he doesn’t notice her staring at him.
New York generally likes the ad campaign however wants a few changes. With every modification Janet squirms. She feels she has let the team down. Nathan glances at Janet, noticing her unbuttoned blouse, exposing the top of her bra. He is hoping to see more as she fidgets in her chair. The conference is over in under an hour, though it felt much longer.
“That went well,” Nathan says as he shuts down his laptop.
“What do you mean? All the work we put in, now all these changes,” Janet argues.
“Let me tell you a secret. The first ad campaign I submitted to New York, they tore it apart. I felt like they ripped me a new one. These were minor changes compared to what I had to fix. They like your concept. Moreover, they like you. You have a great future here. I’m glad I hired you; so is my team. Go home, relax; we can pick it up on Monday.”
Janet gathers her things to leave.
* * *
Arriving at her house, she can’t get the meeting out of her mind. She works for a few hours updating the campaign per the New York request. She stops working to fix herself a BLT. As she turns on the television the phone rings. It is Nathan. He has a brainstorm and wants to come over to finalize the ad for the next meeting with New York. Janet tells him that would be fine, and then reprimands herself for giving in so easily while hanging up the phone. She wishes she had said no to his request this time too. Nathan had asked her out twice; either for dinner or a late night coffee. She had not taken him seriously, thus she declined both times. Janet is not intimated by high powered men; however, the thought of Nathan is overpowering. She doesn’t understand why. Even though she has fantasized about him in bed, she never dreamed he would ask to come to her house. She looked forward to a relaxing evening. “Why do I have to have the best looking boss in town?” she wonders.
“Well, my supper and the boob tube will have to wait,” she mutters as she puts her BLT in the refrigerator. She remembers what her mother had always said: "Don’t fish off the company's dock.” “Well, going over work won't hurt Momma,” she thinks, waiting in anticipation for his knock at the door.
Janet hears a car stop in the driveway. She takes one last look in the mirror hanging in the hall. “No makeup, yet my face glows.” She nervously opens the front door. Nathan’s hand is in mid air to knock. His breath is taken away when Janet opens the door. “My god,” he thinks. “She is beautiful.” He knows it is going to be hard to keep his mind on business.
He was glad to have won her over from his competing company after hearing how good she was at her past job. Since hiring her, he felt she must have been ready for a change. So far she hadn't openly expressed why she was eager to leave her other job. Nathan has a suspicion that Janet’s ex-boss was very controlling and verbally abusive. “I’m delighted she accepted the position because now I have the best advertising assistant in town,” he thinks.
Janet invites Nathan in. While giving him a tour of her house, his first thought is “organization” just like her desk at work. The earthy decor suits her.
“Well, let’s get started,” Nathan says, clearing his throat to cover his nervousness.
“Why am I feeling like a kid in high school?” he thinks.
Janet cleans off the dining room table so they can lay out the ad. They stand a few inches apart viewing the large prints, aware of the nearness of each others body. Nathan again clears his throat. Janet leans over the table. Nathan has a nice view of her backside. “Nice long legs.”
She is conscious of his eyes moving over her body. This makes her nervous as a little grin forms on her lips. “This one,” she decides as she picks up the print to hand it to him.
Their fingers briefly touch. The touch is like fire searing up each of their arms. Janet is the first to avert her eyes while clearing her throat. Nathan raises an eyebrow. “She is just as nervous as I am.”
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Just a beer if it’s not too inconvenient.” Nathan watches Janet walk away into the kitchen. He considers what it would be like to run his hands down her body while kissing her. “Okay, keep your mind on work.”
Janet returns with two bottles of beer.
“Ah, someone knows their beer.” He takes the chilled dark brew from her hand. Again their fingers touch, this time they linger a few extra seconds.
“I think what our client is looking for is a worldly attitude,” Janet says to break the silence.
She turns toward the table in thought. Nathan can see her long neck as her head is arched back. He imagines the roundness of her breasts underneath her t-shirt. Nathan steps closer not realizing that if Janet turns around she would be against his chest. Janet can feel his breath on her hair.
“Janet, I want you to know, I…” He stops.
“Yes?”
Nathan cannot help himself any longer.
He whispers in her hair. “I want you.”
Janet is surprised to hear these words from Nathan. Her mind starts playing games with her. “He’s my boss. He’s 10 years younger than me. Why does he want me when he could have anyone he chooses? But oh man, he would feel so good right now!” She could feel her own wetness building up inside. Her body is ready yet her mind won’t yield to her desire for pleasure.
All Janet’s life she has wanted to find the perfect mate to explore the magic of sex. She is well read. However, she has never acted on her desires thinking there is not a man willing to teach her. Does Nathan possess the passion she is craving? Will a younger man have the knowledge she needs to drain? Will Nathan be willing to act out all Janet’s fantasies? Janet’s mind is finally getting in sync with her body as her sweet wetness is now moistening her jeans.
As Janet regains her thoughts, she deliberately leans her body into Nathan’s. She wants him to hold her close as he kisses her hair. The thought of Nathan touching her excites her. She wonders how he will react to her being so bold. Her pulse is racing. She feels his breath on her hair. She has already passed the stopping point whole heartedly giving into her body’s desires.
Triangle of Secrets, Book 1
As Morgan prepares her notes for
the meeting, she thinks about the poem stowed away and wonders what it would be
like to wake up with Scott. Their coupling is wild, rough and exciting but not
as often as she would like. Her need to see him has her anticipating the
morning mail run. A few minutes later she spies her lover pushing a silver mail
cart down the hall and her lips moisten with every step he takes. Here comes
the man who can make her wet with just a passing thought of him. By the time he
arrives at her door, Morgan can feel her juices flowing.
“Is there anything for me, Scott?”
“Just a few inter-office envelopes
and a small package. I suggest you open the package first.” His full lips
spread into a wicked grin.
Morgan looks at his mouth wishing
she could lie back on her desk and spread her legs. Instead she stands to take
the package from him and quickly sits back down before he can get a whiff of
her scent. Scott arches an eyebrow at her. Too
late, he has the keen nose of a bloodhound.
“You are wet my pet.” He places his
finger along the side of his nose and taps.
Ignoring his comment and picking up
her letter opener, she slices the tape, peels back the wrapping paper and opens
the lid of the little, red box to reveal a black thong. “For me?” She bats her
long lashes at him.
“Well it’s not mine. You know I go
commando.” He chuckles. “Of course they are yours. You left them in my car the
other day. I’ve already sniffed and licked your scent off. After the note I
left on your desk, I thought you might need a dry pair.”
“You know me too well.” Morgan
steps to the other side of her desk, away from view of the hallway. She lifts
her black, pencil skirt and quickly slips off her red, lacy thong. Placing the
thong in the box, she hands it back to Scott. “To quench your appetite until
Thursday. Oh, I forgot there is a company party. I have to go with Derek to
make an appearance. I’ll leave early so meet me at my place around ten.” After
slipping on the black thong, she sits down in her chair.
“This’ll have to do until then.” He
lifts the lid and inhales. “I’d better get back to my job before I take you
right now. On second thought why wait until Thursday. Meet me in the mailroom
tonight after work.”
Morgan’s eyes wander towards the
hall. “I don’t know. Here at work?” The thought intrigues her but she is still
hesitant to commit.
“Everyone will be gone and we’ll
have the room to ourselves.” Scott leans over the desk and whispers. “It’ll be
fine. Trust me.”
“I’ll let you know, now get back to work.” She
straightens her posture and points her finger at him. “Other people are waiting
on their mail and I have a meeting to get ready for which will take me through
my lunch.”
“Yes Mama.” Scott smirks as he
wheels the cart towards the door. “See you after work.”
Black & White Affair
Sandy arrives at the Mercer house
in her old VW Rabbit. When she pulls up to the curb a valet is waiting to park
her car. He opens the door for her and expectantly holds out his hand for her
keys.
“My car will be fine right here,”
she says embarrassed as she sees other guest driving up in Beamers and
Mercedes.
“All cars are parked in the back
Ma’am.” The valet still has his hand out waiting for her keys. “The owner does
not want anything obscuring the view of the decorations on the front of the
house.
Sandy looks at the house. Christmas
lights drape the columned front porch. Several large silver pots, placed
stylishly, have white Christmas trees grouped in threes planted in them. Green
garland wreaths, adorned with gold cherubs, hang on each window.
“I can see why.” She reluctantly
hands him the keys, walks up the stairs and rings the door bell.
When the door is opened, Sandy
quickly adorns her mask. She hands her invitation to the butler, who then steps
aside for her enter the foyer. Although the interior is semi-dark, lit only
with candles, she can sense several people have already arrived. Conversation
and laughter resound around the walls. She finds her way to the ballroom and
focuses her eyes behind the mask. Oh boy,
all the guys in their black tuxes look the same. They all seem to be wearing a
simple black Zoro mask.
“Welcome to the Mercer House.”
Sandy turns to find a tall man with
jet, black hair addressing her. “Thank you.” She looks around the room in awe.
“Is this your first time attending
an affair here?” The man steps close to her.
She notices his voice is rich with
a southern drawl. “Yes, it is and you?”
“This will be my fifth party I’ve
attended here. You’re alone?”
“For now.” Sandy smiles and decides
to flirt with the mysterious man. It
won’t hurt to lead him on until Vince arrives, if he gets to come at all.
“Great. Allow me to get you a drink
and then show you around the house.” He presents his arm to escort her to the
bar.
After they both get a glass of red
wine, the masked man leads her to various rooms and points out the Christmas
decorations. Each room has a different Christmas theme. One room depicts the
birth of Christ in the manger, another is Santa’s workshop. They enter another
room with no decorations.
“Why isn’t this one decorated?”
Sandy looks around disappointed.
“This room is for the guests who
don’t believe in the Christmas spirit. As you can see guest are drawn to the
decorated rooms. They don’t stay in here very long.”
“Well, after the year I’ve had, I
can relate better to this room.” Sandy looks at the rich furniture and
expensive pottery. She notices an old player piano in a corner.
“Why don’t you tell me all about
your troubles?” The man moves behind her and places his hands on her waist.
“Sometimes talking with a stranger helps to ease the nerves.”
She breaks his hold and walks over
to the piano. “This year has been completely filled with let downs for my
husband and me. We’ve gotten ourselves in a rut by taking no time for each
other and allowed too many ‘late nights working’ affect our relationship. We
were hoping tonight would put a spark back in our sex life.”
“Why isn’t he with you tonight? If
I was your husband, you would never leave my sight.”
