Authors: Opal Carew
The Male Stripper (5 page)
Don started toward the bedroom and Cal took her hand and followed him.
What an incredible experience. She couldn’t believe that what had started out as a vague fantasy had turned into such a sensational reality. Her friends had encouraged her to go after her fantasy, and it had worked out better than she ever could have imagined.
She watched Don’s fine, tight ass as he walked in front of her. She’d even managed to bring Don’s fantasy to life.
As they stepped into the bedroom, a thought occurred to her. Maybe she could do something about her friends’ fantasies, too. She was an event planner, and Don and Cal would have some helpful contacts.
She pulled back the covers and sat down on the bed. "You know, Don. Maybe your audition wasn’t for a fantasy job after all."
"Really? You have another event you need a stripper for?"
"Well, the job would include stripping, but it would be more interesting than that."
Don grinned. "It sounds intriguing."
Cal stood beside the bed and she gazed at his big cock, then glanced at Don’s. They’d all need some sleep before she’d get to feel those big shafts inside her again.
"Let’s talk about it in the morning." She slipped under the covers and patted the bed on either side of her. "Right now I’d like a little male heat to help me sleep."
As the men climbed in bed and snuggled their hot naked bodies against her, thoughts of her friends slipped from her mind.
Tonight was still a fantasy come true for her, and she intended to enjoy every minute of it.
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Opal Carew is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She was named "Fresh Face of Erotic Fiction 2009" and her books have won the Award of Excellence, Golden Leaf Award, and Golden Quill Award. They have also been finalists for the National Readers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Laurel Wreath Award, Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and Passionate Plume Award. Also, her book TOTAL ABANDON is a finalist for
RT Book Reviews
magazine’s best erotic book of 2011 award.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passions as a writer. She lives in Canada with her husband, two sons and two cats.
To learn more about Opal, visit her website at
www.opalcarew.com
, or contact her at
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Contemporary erotic romance
Futuristic erotic romance
The King and I (Book 1, Celestial Soul-Mates series)
The Commander's Woman (Book 2, Celestial Soul-Mates series)
Passion Play (Book 3, Celestial Soul-Mates series)
Fantasy erotic romance
Short contemporary erotic story
Contemporary romance
Contemporary fantasy romance
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The Male Stripper
is the first in the Red Hot Fantasies series. Please watch for
The Stranger
, the second story in the series, which will also be released in December 2011.
If you enjoyed this love story, you might enjoy one of Opal Carew's erotic romance books,
PLEASURE BOUND
, or her short story,
THREE
An excerpt of each is included below.
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to live…
Excerpt
Jan heard the door open and close. The darkness and silence loomed around her and her heart thundered in her chest.
Oh, God, in a moment a strange man is going to come in here and…
She heard the door open and someone step inside, but she couldn't see him with the blindfold snug against her eyes. Her heart rate accelerated and she tugged at the leather bands around her wrists, holding them firmly to the wall about a foot from her shoulders.
The stranger
. Her fantasy stranger.
She could feel his hot gaze gliding over her. Goose bumps danced along her flesh. Her breasts ached as the nipples swelled against the confines of her bra. He could probably see the nubs pushing at the thin silk of her blouse.
She could sense his presence. Hear the sound of his footfalls as he approached. He was close now. She drew in a deep breath. Very close. She could feel the warmth of his body near hers, his breath lightly brushing her cheek.
She hadn't realized it would be so intense. Not seeing him. Not knowing who he was. Not knowing when—
She gasped as his lips brushed her collar bone. Firm yet teasing.
"You are mine. You know that," he murmured, his deep, sexy voice sending a shiver down her spine. His lips fluttered along her neck, then moved away. Wisps of hair danced against her temple as his warm breath caressed her cheek.
"I'm going to possess you. Strip you naked and touch you everywhere. Do whatever I want to you." He leaned closer. "And there's nothing you can do about it."
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about his strong masculine hands peeling away her clothes, then roaming over her body. Her insides quivered.
Sex with a stranger.
She had yearned to live out that fantasy for a long time. The need had haunted her.
Now, it would come true.
His finger traced down the neckline of her blouse, then tugged a little on the fabric when he reached the bottom of the V. The top button released and she felt the cool air of the room caress the swell of her breasts.
"A sexy black bra, I see. I like that."
She could hear the smile in his deep, sexy voice. She could feel the heat of him as he leaned closer. His raspy cheek brushed against her neck and his lips nuzzled her collar bone.
His fingers played along the neckline of her blouse and—she gasped at the sound of the fabric ripping open. Cool air wafted across her chest.
"Black silk. Lovely."
His fingers glided along the top of one cup, then continued over the smooth fabric. Her hard nipple throbbed as he grazed over it.
He chuckled. "Beautiful." He stroked her aching nub again, sending lightning pleasure spiking through her. "You're very turned on."
His lips, warm and firm, brushed against hers, then began to move. Gently. Her lips moved with his as quivers of excitement rippled through her. His tongue glided along the seam of her lips. Then drove inside. It filled her mouth, thrusting deep. His fingers curled around her neck and he drew her closer. When his lips parted from hers, she whimpered at the loss.
He nuzzled her neck, sending goose bumps dancing along her flesh. He laughed warmly. "You really want this."
Oh God, he was right. She wanted this bad.
He captured her lips again with his masterful mouth and his tongue filled her. This time, she opened for him, relaxing into his invasion. His firm tongue thrust in and out, in and out, until her heart pounded and she could barely breathe. His tongue filled her, then withdrew a little. She wanted him deep again, but he didn't thrust forward. She whimpered and nudged his tongue with hers, trying to coax him further. He glided a little deeper, but stopped. Damn. She sucked, pulling as hard as she could. He groaned, then relented. His tongue thrust into her, filling her again. Filling her mouth like she wanted him to fill her more private opening.
He thrust several more times, storming her mouth until she was gasping, then he withdrew.
"God, you are so sexy. And that mouth of yours is so talented," he murmured.
He moved away, she didn't know how far, then she jumped as she felt his hot mouth on the swell of her breast. His finger stroked the top of the cup again, then he pulled it down. His lips surrounded her pebbled aureole, his tongue flicking her hard nub.
"Oh, God," she whimpered.
He tugged down the other cup, exposing her second nipple to the cool air, then covered it with his mouth and sucked. His fingers found the first nipple, still slick with his saliva. He toyed with it, sending wild spikes of sensation through her, shooting straight to her pussy.
This man—this
stranger
—was licking and… oh, God, sucking, on her nipple. Leaving her trembling in need.
by Opal Carew
Hot steamy dreams…
a sexy stranger…
and his two brothers…
all add up to an erotic adventure she'll never forget.
Excerpt
How would Lori possibly get through the weekend with Marie and her new husband, Drake, the man who still starred in her erotic dreams?
After Lori had turned down two invitations to dinner and a couple more for drinks, always claiming work issues, Marie had finally insisted Lori give her a date when she could join them at Drake’s family cottage near Lake Simcoe, north of Toronto.
She hadn’t wanted to drive up with them, in case she came up with a brilliant plan to cut the weekend short without hurting Marie’s feelings.
She tucked the bouquet of fresh cut flowers under her arm and clung to the strap of her small suitcase as she rang the doorbell. The place was huge. It was more like a full-fledged home than what Lori thought of as a cottage.
Marie opened the door and squealed, then pulled Lori inside and threw her arms around her, practically knocking the flowers flying.
Marie pulled back and grinned at Lori, then held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers. A bright, shiny diamond glittered on her ring finger. Lori grasped Marie’s hand and stared admiringly.
"It’s gorgeous."
And it was. A marquis cut solitaire in a white gold setting. The matching band had a delicate pattern engraved on the surface.
"Here, I brought some flowers." Lori handed Marie the bouquet.
"Lovely. Thanks." She led Lori into a large, gourmet kitchen and grabbed a crystal vase from the cupboard beside the stainless steel, double door refrigerator, then filled the vase with water.
Lori peeled the paper from the flowers and placed them in the vase.
"Perfect." Marie’s face glowed.
Well, why not? She was a brand new bride and she seemed very happy. "Come on. Let me show you around."
"Where’s… ah… Drake," Lori asked.
"Oh, he won’t be arriving until late tonight." Marie grinned. "He thought you and I would like some girl time to catch up without the new husband getting in the way." She waved a dismissive hand. "I told him there’d be no problem but… he seemed almost nervous to meet you. Imagine that."
Nervous? So, did that mean he’d recognized her, too? Did he have feelings of lust in return? The mere possibility sent Lori’s hormones dancing, chased away by guilt… and the realization that if it were true, the weekend would be excruciatingly long and awkward.
Sunshine danced along the polished, dark hardwood floors as Lori padded into the kitchen, awakened by the smell of coffee. The house was very quiet. Marie and Drake must still be asleep. The coffee maker had probably been set to automatic.
She slipped into the kitchen, poured herself a cup and carried it to the stools that sat in front of the counter, facing a fabulous view of the lake. As she took a seat, she noticed a note on the black granite counter top.