by Opal Carew
THE OFFICE SLAVE is the third in the Red Hot Fantasies series. Excerpts from the first two stories in the series, THE MALE STRIPPER and THE STRANGER, are included below.
If you enjoyed this story, you might also enjoy Opal's erotic romance novel, INSATIABLE (about a honeymoon for three), or her erotica novella, DEBT OF HONOR (about a woman enslaved by a sheikh for a crime she did not commit). An excerpt of each is included below as well.
Finally, you won't want to miss Opal Carew's first serial novel, called HIS TO COMMAND, which explores one woman's surrender to desire at the hands of a dominant billionaire.
The Male Stripper
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Excerpt
Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.
"Oh, God, it’s so… big."
She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.
"His cock’s looking a bit lonely over there," Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it needs some company?"
She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She’d seen Cal’s cock at the party, but not up close and personal.
He stripped of his black pants, then his briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don’s and definitely thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina clenched in need.
"I’m starting to feel like this was a setup." Don glanced at Cal with a grin.
"Is that a problem?" Cal asked.
Don’s eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I think it means."
Cal winked. "It does."
Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent. So, pretty lady, let’s get on with the action."
She giggled and stroked both their cocks, gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods, yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the tip of Don’s cock.
"Oh, yeah. I like that."
She opened her mouth and glided over his cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the underside of his corona.
"Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."
With one hand wrapped around Cal’s cock while she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight around the base of Don’s shaft as she licked and squeezed him in her mouth. She glided off Don and took Cal in her mouth. He was bigger and stretched her mouth wide. He was long and hard and she glided as deep as she could go, then squeezed him. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers twining in her long hair. She dove down on him a couple more times, loving the feel of his big cock in her mouth, then she slid off and guided Don back into her mouth.
She sucked and squeezed, sucked and squeezed as she moved from one to the other.
"Damn, honey, you are really hot." Don groaned as she relaxed her throat and took him really deep.
His hand clamped around her head. "Fuck, that’s it. I’m going to come."
She released Cal and cradled Don’s balls in her hand as she continued to bob up and down on him. His balls tightened, then she felt hot liquid fill her mouth. She kept squeezing him inside, swallowing around him as he continued to spurt.
Once she was sure he was done, she leaned back and guided Cal’s cock toward her mouth.
"Hold on, sweetheart. I can wait." He stepped back and stripped off his shirt. "You’ve seen both of us naked, now how about you return the favor?"
She glanced down at her black wrap-around dress. "There’s no way I’m going to do a striptease in front of two professional strippers."
Don laughed.
"No problem." Cal stepped toward her, his hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. "We can help you."
He reached for her hand and drew her to her feet. Don grabbed the tie on her dress and pulled until the small bow at her hip unfastened, then he undid the knot, the thin black strips gliding through his big fingers. Cal eased the dress from her shoulders and guided it down her arms. Now she stood before them in just her black lace bra, thong, garter belt and stockings.
Don’s gaze glided down her body, then back to her bosom. "Mmm. Hot lady."
Cal dragged her against his body and captured her lips. At the feel of his hard, hot body pressed against her naked skin, her blood boiled with need. His tongue drove into her mouth and she met it. Another pair of hands glided down her back, then over her bare ass. Don stepped closer and nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine. Her bra loosened and Cal slid the straps from her shoulders. He released her lips and eased back, drawing the bra from her body, his gaze locked on her breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense scrutiny.
"God, you have beautiful breasts." He cupped one reverently and her hard nipple pressed into his palm.
"Fuck, no kidding." Don covered the other one and kneaded it gently.
She drew in a deep breath, her hormones spiraling out of control.
Cal kissed her neck, then down her chest. As Don’s hand slipped away, Cal licked her nipple. She sucked in a breath, then gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth and sucked. Don slid her thong over her hips and down her thighs. He slid them to the floor and she stepped out of them, now in just her garter belt and stockings. He kissed up the back of her calves, then her thighs. The feel of his lips caressing her skin heightened the sensation of Cal’s mouth moving on her nipple. As Cal licked, Don kissed her ass.
She sucked in a breath as his fingers glided between her legs and along her slippery slit. Cal’s mouth found her other nipple while he stroked the abandoned one with his fingertips. Then he grasped the hard nub between his fingers and squeezed. Don’s fingers slid inside her opening and her knees grew weak.
The Stranger
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Excerpt
Jan heard Becca's footsteps, then 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…
The door opened and someone stepped inside. Her heart rate accelerated.
The stranger. Her fantasy stranger.
She could feel his hot gaze gliding over her. Goose bumps danced along her flesh and 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 this 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. It sent warmth flooding through her.
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.
Insatiable
by Opal Carew
How far would you go for a taste of ecstasy?
Crystal never dreamed her engagement would end this way. With her fiancé breaking her heart the day of the wedding…and the best man stepping in to mend it. Now she's about to embark on her dream honeymoon with the sinfully sexy best man.
But when the groom shows up determined to win her back, she ends up in a highly unusual situation…on a honeymoon for three.
Caught between two gorgeous guys—each determined to win her hand by showing her the most pleasure—Crystal has an impossible decision to make. Who will she end up with once the honeymoon is over? And how can she follow her heart when it belongs to two men at once?.
Chapter 1
Evan watched Crystal walk down the stairs in her satin gown, her face glowing, and his heart compressed. God, but he loved her. His hands shook at the thought she'd be uttering her wedding vows in front of a minister and a huge congregation of family and friends in a very short time.
Too short a time.
He'd spent all last night thinking about it. Realizing this was his last chance. If he didn't do something now, then the events that had been so long in the planning would proceed, and the future would be set.
And he would be miserable.
He had to talk to her. He had to tell her how he felt. Explain why he hadn't told her sooner. Why he was ruining her wedding day. And probably ruining their relationship forever.
But he had to do something. Because in less than an hour she would marry another man—Evan's best friend.
And Evan couldn't let that happen without speaking up and telling her how much he loved her. Because maybe . . . just maybe . . . she felt the same way about him.
No matter what Evan did, his friendship with Brent was probably over. And certainly, if Crystal turned Evan down . . . oh, God, please don't let her turn me down . . . things would always be strained between them. But he had to know. He could not spend the rest of his life regretting not telling her. Not at least reaching out for the happiness he so desired. Being with the only woman he had ever loved.
She laughed at something her older sister, Renee, said to her, then they both disappeared into the study. The wedding was taking place at her family home, a big old sprawling house on the lake, with a couple of acres surrounding it. The groom wouldn't arrive for another thirty minutes, so Evan knew he had to make his move now.
Damn it, he wished he'd talked to her sooner. He'd had months to speak up, but he hadn't wanted to do anything to hurt his friendship with Brent or to potentially hurt Crystal's happiness. But as the wedding had drawn nearer, he'd realized that his happiness was every bit as important as Brent's. And Crystal deserved to know how Evan felt about her. She might turn him down, but at least she would be offered the choice. If she chose Brent, Evan would understand, no matter how much it shattered his chance at happiness. He would respect her choice. But he had to at least offer that choice.
His hands shook and he curled them into fists. Renee left the study and Evan took a step forward. For a split second, thoughts of abandoning this insane idea flashed through his brain, but he quelled them and took another step, then another, until he was almost at the door.
"Hey, Evan. You look absolutely dashing in that tux."
His gaze shot to Renee, who walked toward the door with a glass of water in her hand.
"Uh . . . are you taking that in to Crystal?" he asked, feeling like an idiot asking the obvious.
She grinned. "Yeah. You know, you look as nervous as the groom probably does."
"It's a big day," he said, repeating what he'd heard echoed around him all morning.
He'd been here for two hours helping to set up and hoping to get a chance to talk to Crystal, but she'd been off to the hairdresser, then holed up in her room getting ready. He had never intended to leave it to the final moments to talk to her.
"Do you mind if I take it in?" he asked. "I wanted to talk to her before things begin."
"Want to wish her luck?" She handed him the glass. "Sure, go ahead. I'll go find the bouquets and distribute the boutonnieres to the guys."
"Great. Thanks."
Renee turned and headed toward the big country kitchen at the front of the house.
Evan sucked in a deep breath, then knocked on the door.
* * *
Crystal stared out the sliding doors that led to the large wooden deck overlooking the lake outside. She'd grown up in this house, enjoyed the pleasures of living in a big rambling home with lots of room to play with her friends and her three siblings, all older than her.
Sunlight glittered on the rippling water. It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
Her wedding. She could hardly believe it.
Soon she and Brent would be husband and wife. She smiled at the thought of walking down the makeshift aisle, among all her friends and family, and joining with the man she loved. And she had loved Brent for a long time. She couldn't believe this day was finally here.
Her stomach quivered, and she patted it. Nerves. Not due to second thoughts about the life-altering events of today. She just worried that something might go wrong. Of course, that was every bride's fear, but it kept niggling at her no matter how much she tried to brush it aside.
A knock sounded at the door. Renee would be returning with water, but she wouldn't knock. Could it be Brent? As much as she
'd love to see his smiling face, it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. That's why she'd asked her mother's friend and neighbor, Georgia, if Brent and his sister, Lily, could stay at her house last night.
"Yes?" she asked, not willing to risk answering the door.
"Crystal, it's Evan. May I come in?"
She smiled. Evan. He was Brent's best friend, and over the past two years, she had gotten to know him well. He was a real sweetheart. And sexy as all get-out, but she felt guilty for even noticing that.
Geez, I'm not dead. There's nothing wrong with noticing. It's doing something about it that's wrong.
The door opened and Evan peered into the room. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him.
God, he was gorgeous. And every time she got near him, her insides quivered. She patted her stomach again.
It's okay to notice. It really is okay to notice. That had almost become a mantra for her. So she felt an attraction to Evan? She loved Brent. And that wouldn't change, no matter how many men made her heart go pitter-pat.
She'd just thought that once she found her true love, the pitter-pat thing wouldn't happen anymore. But this was the real world, not storybook land. The reality was that an attractive man could make her take notice.
But she loved Brent.
"I brought you this." Evan handed her a glass of water. "Renee was bringing it to you."
"Thanks." She took the glass from his hand, ignoring the ripple of awareness that quivered through her when their fingers touched.
It's okay to notice.
* * *
Evan's stomach twisted, but he had no time to let nerves slow him down. If he started thinking about how close he and Brent were, how much damage this would do to their deep friendship, then he knew he'd back down. But he had to do this. For the good of their relationship. If this went unspoken between him and Crystal, it would eat away at him and their friendship until it all fell apart.
"I . . . uh . . . wanted to talk to you, if you've got a few minutes. I mean, I know the wedding starts soon, but—"
