by Opal Carew
Jan gazed at Becca with wide eyes. "What's the fantasy?"
"Well, it's a surprise, and it still involves you wearing a blindfold. Are you interested?"
A broad smile claimed Jan's lips. She'd be able to be with her stranger again. The man who had haunted her dreams ever since that night. The man she desperately wanted to be with again.
"Yes. Very interested."
"Good. I just have one more question."
"What's that?"
"Is it okay if he brings a friend?"
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About the Author
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 [email protected].
Books by Opal Carew
Contemporary erotic romance
Insatiable
Secret Weapon
Total Abandon
Pleasure Bound
Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Futuristic erotic romance
Slaves of Love
Celestial Soul-Mates series
Book 1: The King and I
Book 2: The Commander's Woman
Book 3: Passion Play
Fantasy erotic romance
Crystal Genie
Contemporary erotic short stories
Three
Red Hot Fantasies series
Volume 1: The Male Stripper
Volume 2: The Stranger
Volume 3: The Office Slave (coming soon)
Volume 4: The Captive (coming soon)
Volumn 5: The Bridal Affair (coming soon)
Books by Amber Carew
Contemporary romance
In Too Deep
The Cinderella Obsession
Virgin Wanted
Contemporary fantasy romance
Christmas Angel
I Dream of Genie
Spellbound
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THE STRANGER is the second in the Red Hot Fantasies series. An excerpt of the first story of the series, THE MALE STRIPPER, is included below. Please watch for THE OFFICE SLAVE, the third in the series, which will be released Spring 2012.
If you enjoyed this story, you might also enjoy Opal's erotic romance book, TOTAL ABANDON, or her erotica short story, THREE. Both feature a sexy, mysterious stranger. An excerpt of each is included below.
The Male Stripper
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to live…
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.
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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.
Three
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.
‘Gone to do some grocery shopping. Back about one.’
Lori glanced at the clock. It was only nine now. That meant she had the house to herself for four hours.
She ate a quick breakfast then pulled on her bikini and headed for the patio doors to the backyard. She stepped through to a paradise of plants, stone decking, and a gorgeous free form pool with a waterfall-and even a hot tub.
Wow, her idea of heaven.
She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and opened her book. After about a half hour, she dropped her book onto the table beside the chair and rolled onto her stomach. She undid the strap of her top to maximize her tan and tucked her hands under her head. The sun beat down on her, lulling her into a quiet nap.
"You’re going to burn if you’re not careful."
A man’s voice-it must be Drake’s-startled her. She flushed as she realized from the back, with her thong bottoms and her top strap undone, she might as well be naked.
"You need some protection."
She saw his masculine hands pick up her tube of sun block from the table beside her and felt the warm lotion form a line across her back. His large hand stroked her flesh as he massaged it in: first across her shoulders, then down her back, then the length of each leg. Next, she felt his hand cup one of her ass cheeks as he slowly and thoroughly massaged the lotion into her skin. She longed to flip over and allow him to give the same attention to other parts of her body. Her breasts tingled and her vagina tightened with need.
But he was just being a good host. He didn’t want her to sunburn. She couldn’t stand the wonderful feel of his hands caressing her a moment longer. It felt too good. She clutched her bathing suit top to her chest and rolled over to a sitting position.
He smiled that electric smile of his and winked. "Whatever you say."
He stood up and she nearly gasped. He wore the briefest, sexiest bathing suit she’d ever seen on a man. It left little to the imagination. She could see the length of his cock straining against the thin fabric, the head nearly pushing out the top. Clearly, applying the sun block had affected him just as much as it had affected her.
If Marie were to step out on the deck right now, it would be very embarrassing.
"Where… uh… where is Marie?"
"She went out shopping. Didn’t you see her note?"
Alone. They were alone? Panic shot through her. He was practically naked in front of her, and obviously turned on. A little voice inside her suggested she drop her hands to her sides and let her top fall to the ground. That would certainly heat things up between them.
But she couldn’t. This was her best friend’s husband.
"By the way, I’m not Drake." He sat on the lounge chair facing her.
"What?" She stared at him, perplexed.
"I’m Drake’s brother, Craig." At her narrowing eyes, he continued, "I’m not kidding."
"You’re identical-"
"That’s right. Marie said she was having a friend visit this weekend and thought I’d like to meet you. I’m glad I took her up on the invitation." His gaze shifted up and down her body, coming to rest on her breasts, and her hands clinging to the loose bikini top.
"Nice to meet you, Craig. I’m Lori. I’d shake your hand, but…"
He smiled and a devilish glint lit his eyes. "I sure wouldn’t complain if you did."
Total Abandon
by Opal Carew
After her divorce Sandra swore off any involvement with men for a year. On the anniversary of Sandra’s divorce, her friend, Aimee, suggests she make a list of sexy things she’s never done, but would like to. After Sandra makes a few safe suggestions, Aimee cajoles her until Sandra opens up and pulls out her deeper, darker fantasies. Thus, The List is born.
Devlin is in love with Sandra, but knows she’s not ready for a committed relationship yet, so he and Aimee hatch a plan to get Sandra to go away to a secluded hideaway for a weekend, complete with two gorgeous hunks, to make The List come true.
But Sandra experiences something more intoxicating that’s not on The List… falling in love.
Chapter 1
“I can’t believe you’ve gone an entire year without sex. And by choice.”
Sand
ra grimaced at her friend’s comment. She tightened her fingers around her champagne flute. Many times she’d regretted telling Aimee about her resolution, but in fact, her confession to Aimee had forged a closer friendship between them. A friendship that had helped her through some tough times over the past year. Especially the loneliness.
Aimee held up her glass. “Happy anniversary.” She grinned. “A year well behind you.”
Sandra clinked her champagne glass against Aimee’s, then sipped the bubbly wine. Not that a failed marriage was something to celebrate.
She glanced around Maelstrom’s Bar, wondering when Devlin would arrive to join them. He’d called to say he’d be a little late because he’d had to attend an afternoon meeting on the outskirts of the city. That meant he had to brave the rush- hour traffic driving back downtown to meet them. Once he got here, he’d have some trouble finding parking, too, since the bar was in a busy area.
Sandra pushed her long hair behind her ear as she shifted on the upholstered seat. It was Friday evening and the bar was filling up fast, but she and Aimee had walked over right after work and grabbed one of the cozy curved booths near the window.
“So, you’re sticking with your story that your ex wasn’t a complete loser? Because I’m all ears if you want to dis him. It’ll help get it out of your system.”
“No, Eric was just the wrong guy for me.”
Not that it hadn’t hurt to find he no longer loved her. Or really, that he had never loved her. They’d dated since high school and for many years, they’d mistaken being comfortable with being in love. But neither of them had wanted the marriage to fail—to admit they had failed—so it had taken ten years for them to finally realize that divorce was the only answer. They simply weren’t happy together. They were great roommates, but their connection had broken down years ago—if it had ever been there in the first place.
Aimee pursed her lips. “Okay then. Moving on. Tell me what you’re looking for in a man.”
