One night…one fantasy for hire…one sizzling case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online for Valentine’s—a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr R shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire—until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of bondage and anal sex.
Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online for Valentine’s—a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr R shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire—until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of bondage and anal sex.
When I read the blurb to this short story, I couldn’t wait to read
it. Case of mistaken identity and one
night of hot sex? Yes, please!
Ainsley has just gotten out of a long term relationship where she was
left by her lover for a much younger woman.
It’s left her feeling unattractive and unwanted, so friend provides her
with some information to order an escort for one night of fantasy-fulfilling
sex. She gives in and calls and sets
herself up with a hot fantasy lover for Valentine’s Day. When a young man shows up at her door, she
assumes it’s her fantasy lover, when in reality it’s Marcus…and he’s not the
escort. Of course, Ainsley has no idea
and proceeds to live out her fantasies.
What will happen when after a night of off the charts hot sex, they
realize what really happened?
First off, I love love love that the woman in this story is
“Older”. We pumas/cougars need lovin’
too! I normally shy away from short
stories, but I have to say that I left this one feeling satisfied. I truly hope, however, that there is more to
this story. I want to know what happens
next!
The sex in this story is also incredibly hot. I can only hope if I’m a mature and swinging
single lady like Ainsley, I find myself in a similar predicament one day. Hell yeah.
I also found that it was easy to connect to the characters in
this. For a very hot short story, it
managed to find a balance between the hot sex and an actual plot, which is
always appreciated. Overall, I just
really enjoyed this story. 4 stars.
“I worked up an appetite,” Mr R said after he’d polished
off the wide array of canapés she had set out for them. She’d watched with
amusement as he’d devoured everything. Even the extra frozen flatbread pizza
she’d pulled out and quickly microwaved when he’d cleaned his plate. Now he was
on to the caviar. He must have been starving after fucking her like she longed
to be fucked.
It was so much fun being someone else, the mysterious Mrs
M, having anonymous sex while knowing her lover was there just for her enjoyment.
For her sheer ecstasy. And what a turn on when he’d tied her legs together with
his tie. Things she’d never dreamed of doing with any of the men she’d dated,
and certainly not Charles. Hiring this man to fulfil her fantasies had allowed
her to reach new, orgasmic heights. Ones she’d merely imagined were possible
before tonight. Ones her girlfriends had bragged about, but she’d only ever
offered a polite nod, not wanting to reveal that she’d never reached the mind
and body experience they seemed to deem a regular occurrence.
Thank goodness for Tara and that business card. This was a
whole new world for her with this Mr R. And she sure hoped there was more where
that came from, as long as her credit card held out. She was a beginner, but so
willing to learn at the hands of this young hottie who made her body melt with
just a stroke of his fingers—or his impressive cock.
Looking at the clock, she saw it was past midnight.
Probably the cut off time for how late her Mr R was supposed to stay, but there
was no way she was going to say boo about him leaving. Besides, he seemed to be
genuinely enjoying himself, even if he were paid to do this. No one could fake
that kind of ardour, could they?
He caught her gaze as he noted the time on the clock, but
he didn’t say anything as she passed him the caviar, nested in a bowl of
crushed ice. It was his second serving. She was surprised he even liked the
caviar, men his age seldom did. Not that she had much experience with younger
men, and not that she wouldn’t like to—especially if they were all as
surprising, demanding and capable in the sack as this one. But then of course,
she knew he must have acquired these refined tastes in his line of work.
Pleasuring rich older women. Maybe even younger women—there was no age barrier
on wealth, was there?
Not that she was wealthy any more, Charles had seen to
that. Her saving grace was her home, the penthouse her mother had left her, the
one she hoped to save from Charles’ clutches. Hopefully she could count on her
experience in the commercial interior design world to land her a job, and fast.
But all those worries could wait, if just for one night. Tonight she was just
Mrs M...wild, wanton and savouring what were possibly her last few thousand
dollars on her dream Valentine.
Straightening her posture, she sipped her champagne and
sat slightly angled across from him on the settee. No point in him seeing her
little stomach roll that refused to go away and looked worse when she was
seated. She leaned towards him, a trick she’d learned from Tara for making the
body appear thinner and the neck firmer. She swore it took years off.
“Aren’t you hungry?” her delectable playmate inquired. He
grinned and handed her a toast point piled with caviar, along with the egg and
onion condiments he had carefully adorned on it.
“Famished,” she said, playing the game, opening her mouth
wide.
He moved towards her and popped the morsel into her
waiting mouth. “You have a beautiful mouth.” His thumb lingered on her bottom
lip for a moment as he ran his other hand suggestively along her thigh. His
touch thrilled her through the thin silk of her robe. “I’d like to see just
what you can do with it.”
Delighted by his attentions and feeling the intoxication
of both Mr R and the bottle of champagne they’d just polished off, she teased
his thumb on her bottom lip. With the tip of her tongue, she flicked at it
suggestively, watching his eyes turn hungry as he pushed his thumb between her
lips.
Looked like he wasn’t going home anytime soon.
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