Destination Desire

by HELEN HARDT

  Destination Desire

  A Collection of Short Erotic Romance

  Helen Hardt

  Contents

  Copyright

  Praise for Destination Desire

  Praise for Helen Hardt

  Dedication

  Destination Desire: Seduced in Seoul

  Seduced In Seoul

  Destination Desire: Seoul Pleasure

  Seoul Pleasure

  Destination Desire: French Kiss

  French Kiss

  Destination Desire: Thai’d Up

  Thai’d Up

  Destination Desire: Montego Lay

  Montego Lay

  Message from Helen Hardt

  Also by Helen Hardt

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  This book is an original publication of Helen Hardt.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

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  Individual stories previously published by The Wild Rose Press, 2008, 2009, 2010

  Copyright © 2016 Waterhouse Press, LLC

  Cover Design by Kelly Shorten

  Cover Photos: Ingimage, iStockphoto, Dreamstime, Depositphotos.

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  All Rights Reserved

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic format without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

  Praise for Destination Desire

  Praise for Seduced in Seoul:

  There are some great one-sided conversations, hot eroticism, and a lot of fun in this book. It kept me smiling on every page! I highly recommend this as a fun interlude when you need a light-hearted romp through the pages of fiction in an exotic location.

  ~The Romance Studio

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  Praise for French Kiss:

  This story comprises all four levels— sweet, sensual, spicy, and definitely hot, hot, hot… You will fall in love with the characters…and find yourself fantasizing about a trip to Paris. Make sure you visit the Tour Eiffel!

  ~Whipped Cream Reviews

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  Praise for Thai’d Up:

  Helen Hardt brings the uniqueness of the Thai area together with the characters’ interest in the BDSM lifestyle and pulls the reader into Heidi and her mystery man’s burgeoning relationship.

  ~Blue Ribbon Reviews

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  Praise for Montego Lay:

  A sexy man, a hot exotic location, and enough hormones to sink a battle ship… Put them all together and what do you think you will have? Another of Ms Hardt’s fulfilling tales that will leave you breathless and panting.

  ~Seriously Reviewed

  Praise for Helen Hardt

  Ms. Hardt has a way of writing that makes me forget I'm reading a book. It's more like slipping into a world she created and getting lost for a while.

  ~Whipped Cream Reviews

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  I loved this book. The characters were wonderful. They each showed their vulnerable sides as well as their strengths. They are real people and have real problems but also some very loving solutions…

  ~Night Owl Reviews

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  Ms. Hardt creates magic…

  ~The Romance Studio

  For all my friends at Colorado Romance Writers and Heart of Denver Romance Writers

  Destination Desire: Seduced in Seoul

  Seduced In Seoul

  Seoul was humid.

  Beads of perspiration formed on Allison Sanchez’s forehead as she walked from the plane to her gate at Incheon International Airport. Coming from Arizona, Allison was used to dry desert weather. Whew. She swiped her forehead with her hand, hoping she wouldn’t break out in a major zit fest during her two week vacation. Her brother Michael had said someone would be waiting for her. He wasn’t able to meet her himself because he had two classes scheduled at the Taekwondo school—do jang—where he worked with another American, Dylan Johnson. Both were fourth degree black belts and had met while training in Seoul a couple years ago.

  For the last year, Michael had been pestering Allison to visit. So here she was. In muggy Seoul, where she didn’t speak a word of Korean, looking for God knew who. Thankfully, the signs were in English as well as Korean, so she had no problem finding Baggage Claim.

  Then she saw him. An Asian god. Six-feet-three at least, with wavy ebony hair brushing his shoulders. And what shoulders they were. Broad and toned, and Alli could make out all the beefy muscle groups under his tight blue T-shirt. His skin was the color of an iced mocha. Dreamy. And he held a sign that said “Allison Sanchez” in block letters.

  Damn you, Mike. Did you have to send the Korean Mr. Universe after I’ve been cooped up in a plane next to a screaming baby for the last ten hours? She raked her fingers through her mass of dark hair. God, it was hopeless. But she needed a ride, so she’d deal.

  Alli swallowed her shyness and approached him. She gazed into his almond-shaped eyes, and her breath caught. Damn, he was gorgeous. His eyes were a light brown and lashed with a curtain of thick ebony.

  “Hi, I’m Allison.” She held out her hand.

  He stared at her, his eyes heating her skin.

  “D-do you speak English?”

  Nothing.

  Okay, now what? “I guess we don’t need to talk then.” She pulled her passport out of her purse and opened it. “See?” She spoke slowly. “I’m Allison.”

  He smiled, showcasing an adorable dimple on his right cheek. Allison fought the urge to touch it. He murmured something in Korean and held out his arm to her. After they had collected her luggage, he escorted her to a purple minivan. Allison blinked. Yes, it was definitely purple, with Korean characters written on the side, along with a cartoon tiger in a taekwondo suit—it’s called a do boke, Mike had told her repeatedly—executing a flying side kick. Whoever this guy was, he must be into taekwondo too. Not difficult to imagine given his physique.

  Allison sat in the passenger seat while—what was his name?—loaded her luggage into the back. When he took a seat next to her and turned the ignition, she tried communicating again.

  “What is your name?” she asked, enunciating.

  Nothing.

  She pointed to herself. “Allison.” Then she pointed to him.

  “Ah,” he said, and then something that sounded like “Dee.”

  “Ah, Dee,” Alli repeated. “I’ll just call you Dee, okay?”

  He smiled. She had no idea if he understood her. As much as she knew she’d enjoy gawking at his male perfection for the rest of the day, she hoped the ride to Mike’s apartment would be short. Shy though she was, she was damned uncomfortable not to be able to communicate with the person next to her. She had never imagined herself in a position where she would actually want to talk.

  Within a few minutes, she had another reason for hoping the ride would be short. The guy drove like a maniac. “Uh, Dee?” She gripped to the armrest, her knuckles white with tension. “I’d like to get there alive, okay?”

  He smiled, his gaze drifting to her chest. Clearly, he hadn’t understood a word she said, as his driving didn’t change.

  “Damn,” she said under her breath. “You might try looking at the road instead of at my tits.”

  Allison thought she heard a soft chuckle, but Dee’s gaze was focused straight ahead. Within
minutes, the reason for his erratic driving became apparent—everyone in Seoul drove like a maniac. The traffic moved along like a herd of stampeding buffalo. Fortunately, they arrived at their destination within fifteen minutes, and he led her into a high rise building, up an elevator to what she assumed was Michael’s place.

  Yes, this was Mike’s place all right. She walked into a sparsely decorated man-pad, complete with two leather recliners and a big screen television. On the mahogany coffee table were several Taekwondo magazines and a T and A magazine. In Korean. Interesting.

  Dee carried her luggage into the bedroom. Mike had said he’d sleep on a roll away cot while she was visiting. She noticed another door. “Where’s that lead to?” she asked, and then laughed. “Oops, sorry. Forgot who I was talking to.” She sat on Mike’s unmade bed and yawned. “Jet lag’s a killer.”

  Dee stood in the doorway, a lazy grin on his handsome face.

  “Well, thank you for the ride. I…” She sighed. Why was he still hanging around? Was he waiting for a tip? She reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet. A tip. Yeah, she’d like to give this stud a tip all right. She fumbled for a few dollar bills and laughed aloud. “I guess these won’t do you too much good here, huh? I haven’t had a chance to exchange money yet.” She stuffed the bills back in her wallet. “Damn, I wish you could understand me.” How easy it was not to be shy when it didn’t really matter what she said. She looked into his light chocolate eyes. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

  Heat scorched her cheeks. Had she really just said that? Told an utter stranger he was gorgeous?

  Yes, she had. And he hadn’t understood a word. She rose and walked toward him. “Thank you again. I’ll tell Mike you took good care of me.”

  He reached out with a light bronze finger and touched her cheek. Tingles shot through her. He murmured something she didn’t understand as he caressed her jaw line, trailing his finger down her neck, igniting little sparks of pleasure across her skin. When she looked into his eyes, she swore they had darkened. His lids looked heavier, too.

  He dropped his gaze to her lips.

  “D-Do you want to kiss me?”

  She had never said anything like that to a man before, fearful that the answer would be no, even if all the signals were present. But he didn’t know what she said. How completely liberating! She could say anything. And if she misread the signals, he wouldn’t know anyway, so she didn’t need to be embarrassed.

  She gulped down her last bit of shyness. “You do want to kiss me,” she said, piercing his gaze with her own. “I can tell.”

  He lowered his beautiful lips and brushed hers gently. A simple touch. Not even a kiss really. But the sensation of it traveled at light speed straight to her pussy.

  She looked to his crotch. Yep, the bulge was there. She shuddered and then raised her head. “Kiss me again,” she said and touched his cheek, urging his mouth to hers.

  He took the hint well, and his tongue darted out and traced the seam of her lips. She opened for him, and when his tongue touched hers, a quake shook her entire body. From a kiss. Either this guy was really good, or she was feeling something she’d never felt before.

  Who was he? Would they ever be able speak to each other? Touching was communication though, wasn’t it? Kissing? Sex? Oh yeah. Sex.

  His tongue snaked around hers, and a raspy groan escaped his throat. They kissed passionately, a frenzy of teeth and lips. Her skin erupted in tiny bumps, her blood heated to scalding. More, I want more.

  He turned without breaking the kiss, closed the door, and pushed her against it, crushing them together. His arousal poked into her stomach. She sighed when he moved his lips from her mouth to her cheek, trailing fluttering kisses to her ear. He traced her ear with his tongue, nipped at the lobe, and breathed on the wetness.

  Allison shuddered. She didn’t know him. Wasn’t even sure she knew his name. Couldn’t speak to him. But she made an impulsive, impetuous decision. She was going to fuck him. This beautiful Asian stud. Today he would be hers.

  He murmured to her in Korean. His voice was low and husky. Very sexy. Who cared what he was saying? Clearly he was attracted to her. Without moving his hot lips from her skin, he edged toward the bed.

  “Oh, baby,” Alli said, lacing her fingers through his silky black hair. “I bet you’re an animal in bed. I bet you have an amazing cock.”

  Had she really said that out loud? The word “cock?” She stifled a giggle and thought of her previous sexual encounters, when she had longed to talk dirty but was too shy. Too inhibited. Today was her day. She didn’t need to worry. She’d likely never see Dee again, and he couldn’t understand her anyway.

  “Yeah, a luscious ginger lollipop.” She cupped him through his jeans.

  He gasped, and then groaned.

  “I can’t wait to get my mouth on it, handsome.”

  The dirty talk opened a previously locked portal in her brain, casting her inhibitions to the wind. She pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him and grinding her clothed pussy into his hardness.

  He moaned.

  “Do you like that? Do you like when I grind my hot pussy onto your cock?” She pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans. “Let’s get this off.”

  His naked torso filled her senses. He was beautifully sculpted, his chest bare like a Greek statue. She had only had two previous lovers, but both of them had hair on their chests. How erotic to see only muscle. Muscle and milk chocolate nipples. She lowered her lips and kissed one. It hardened under her tongue. Mmm, smooth and delicious. Just like the rest of him. She rained kisses all over his chest and belly and then pushed her tongue into his navel.

  All the while he babbled in Korean, his eyes closed, a content smile on his face.

  “What’s in here, I wonder?” She arched her eyebrows as she unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper, the soft zing echoing in the quiet room.

  He wiggled his hips, helping her slide his jeans and boxers over his taut ass, just enough to reveal his treasures.

  And there it was. Hard and velvety and huge, a tiny pearl shaped drop oozing from the tip.

  “Oh my God.” She dropped her mouth into an O. “What a fucking beautiful cock.” She winked at him. “I give a fantastic blow job.”

  It wasn’t true—at least as far as she knew—but what did it matter? He didn’t know what she said. Today she was the seductress she’d always wanted to be.

  “I’ll be right back.” She climbed to the foot of the bed and took off his Tevas. Sheesh, even his tan feet were nice looking. Then she pulled his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off and left them crumpled on the floor.

  Her Asian god lay naked on the bed, a silly grin on his chiseled face. And she was still fully clothed. Clearly, he was as content with the situation as she was. She climbed back on the bed and bent over him, touching her tongue to the drop of pre-cum on the head of his shaft. Salty and musky. Scrumptious, like the rest of him.

  He shuddered under her as she swirled her tongue over the tip, lapping like a cat, and then sucked the first few inches into her mouth. Grasping him at the base, she entwined the fingers of her other hand in his black pubic hair. She increased her suction, and with each stroke, imagined him sinking his great big dick into her hot pussy.

  She was wet. Wetter than she’d ever been. His cock felt sensational in her mouth, like steel under silk. When he groaned and she felt him start to pulse, she eased back, bringing him back down. If he was going to come, it was going to be inside her.

  “You like that, baby? You like my hot mouth on your giant cock?” She cupped his balls and bent to lick them. They smelled and tasted amazing. Musky and spicy. So very masculine. She licked over the unique hills and valleys of his sac, memorizing each inch of his private parts. She lapped under his balls, as close as she could to his anal opening. She had heard that men liked this, but she had never had the urge to do it. Until now.

  His groan and upward thrust proved sh
e’d heard correctly. She continued her teasing and kissed his inner thighs, nipping them with her teeth. But as much as she loved exploring his muscular body, his cock beckoned her back. She covered him with her mouth again, taking him to the back of her throat. His heat scalded the inside of her cheeks. She pulled back and thrust onto him again.

  A loud gasp escaped him, and then a groan. He moved quickly, like a panther in a dark forest, and Allison found herself on her back, his hard body looming over hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, scorching her. She was vaguely aware of him working the buttons on her blouse, the front clasp of her bra. When the humid air hit her turgid nipples, she moaned. They ached for his touch, his kisses.

  “God, you read my mind,” she said when his hot lips blazed a trail down her neck to the swell of her breasts. “Do you like my tits, gorgeous?” She arched her chest upward.

  He responded with soft kisses to her nipple, lusty words in Korean. He flicked his tongue over one nipple, and then the other.

  God, such torture. “Suck them. Please. Suck my pretty nipples.”

  He might not understand her words, but he sure understood her body. He closed his lips around one hard nipple, his long fingers toying with the other. Allison’s body quivered; she lay panting under him as he ravished her breasts. His teeth closed onto one nipple, tugging gently. A gush of fresh nectar slid from her pussy.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s so good. Suck my hard nipples. Bite them. Just like that.” She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him against her chest. “Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to sink that gorgeous cock into my pussy?”

  He moaned, letting go of her nipple with a soft pop. He trailed kisses down her abdomen to the waistline of her jeans. Deftly, he unsnapped and unzipped them, and then looked up at her and smiled.