Fantasy Man

by Summer Jordan

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  Copyright ©2007 by Summer Jordan

  First published in 2007, 2007

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  Coming for Christmas: Fantasy Man

  ISBN # 978-1-906328-57-3

  ©Copyright Summer Jordan 2007

  Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright November 2007

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  Warning:

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated total-e-burning

  Coming for Christmas

  FANTASY MAN

  Summer Jordan

  Dedication

  For Fantasy Lovers Everywhere

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  AAA: American Automobile Association, Inc.

  Better Homes and Gardens: Meredith Publishing Company

  Coca-Cola: Coca Cola Company

  Godiva Chocolate: Godiva S.P.R.L.

  Playgirl: Playgirl Key Club Inc

  Chapter One

  Monica fingered the long red envelope she’d received in the mail. The silver return address label said Fantasies Unlimited. Smiling, she edged her fingernail under the heart-shaped seal that held the flap. This had to be the doing of her unpredictable friend, Julie. The colour of the envelope might indicate it was a Christmas card but it was obviously more than that—perhaps a gift certificate or some kind of present. Julie sent the most outrageous and delightful surprises imaginable, and Monica couldn’t wait to see this one.

  Since writing a bestselling guidebook for singles, Telling Love From Lust, Julie loved spending her new wealth on gifts for her former college roommate and other close friends.

  Extracting a hot pink card with black hearts and silver lettering, Monica sank down on her new living room couch and fanned herself with it, half-afraid to see what it was and yet twitching with anticipation.

  Taking a deep breath, she took a good look and saw that it was a menu—of treats you could request from your … Fantasy Man … when he arrived at your home soon.

  An unknown man was coming to grant her fantasies? Unbelievable. Unreal. Back in college she and Jules, as Julie preferred to be called, often talked about their sexual fantasies and having a stranger make love to her was Monica’s favourite. She didn’t want to know the guy’s name and didn’t want to be on a date. She wanted someone strong and handsome that she’d never met to just walk in and possess her. He’d kiss and lick his way from her head to her toes. Lingering on her breasts, he’d suck her nipples until they hardened and she cried out. Moving on to tongue-fuck her naval and start her hot juices flowing, he’d lick his way slowly to her vagina where he’d dip and suck until she’d think she was going crazy. She’d bury her hands in his hair and beg him to ‘take her’ until he sent her hurtling over the edge. In mad ecstasy she’d cling to him as he made her come. Then he’d slide his hard cock into her slippery passage and pinning her arms over her head he’d shove deep inside her. As he ravaged her body by shooting his hot semen into her welcoming pussy he’d mark her as his own. Afterward she’d lie there feeling completely sated and yet waiting for this stranger to take her again.

  Leave it to her former college roomie to actually find someone who did that kind of thing.

  Startled by the sudden tingling between her legs, Monica savoured the feeling of anticipation and desire that she’d been without for too long. Her breath quickened, her pulse raced and she grew hot and moist with wanting. Where had all her fantasies gone and why hadn’t they materialised?

  In the years since they’d graduated life hadn’t offered up any real excitement, and though she still sometimes fantasised about hot, steamy, no-holds-barred sex, none she’d had shot off the charts. Maybe that was why she was still single. She’d like to find love. The kind that lasted. But she wanted the sex to be mind-blowing, toe-curling ecstasy.

  Obviously no company could commercialise love. So Fantasies Unlimited offered something tangible like sex play. She glanced toward the door, her heart thumping inside her chest like a wild bird trying to break out. Sex play with a stranger? She fanned herself again. Soon? How soon? Surely not today. She was wearing her favourite hanging-out clothes—jeans and a grey souvenir sweatshirt with a pink flamingo she bought on last year’s vacation to Florida with Jules.

  In her fantasies Monica wore something seductive which the stranger soon ripped off and left her standing there in … Monica gasped. Her bra and bikinis didn’t match. She was fanatic about matching undies but Saturday was laundry day and after washing her flowered, polka dot and pastel panties on the delicate cycle, she’d hung them in the bathroom to dry, unwilling to trust such expensive, lacy items to an electric dryer.

  Steadying her shaking hands and crossing her fingers she’d be forewarned when to expect him, Monica looked back at the card and skimming the print saw that this guy Nick—the name was filled in on the blank—would do anything you wanted except have sex if you were married. She was safe there. Not even a boyfriend. Sex with a stranger? She grew wetter just thinking about a strange man lying next to her. His hard body touching her supple one. His breath coming fast as he explored her curves and crevices. Her nipples pebbling at his touch and her pussy dripping as she longed for the hardness of his cock. And then … raw sex, panting like wild animals as he rammed his rod inside her throbbing hole. Shuddering as if she’d just experienced her fantasy, Monica shook her head to clear it. She was hoping for too much.

  A sticky note in Jules’ flowing handwriting was attached to the back of the card and Monica pulled it loose. “Just what you’ve always wanted! And the sky’s the limit. Choose and enjoy anything and everything offered. I got to pick your Fantasy Man from pictures in a brochure and I think you’ll love him. I just hope I know you as well as I think I do. Merry Christmas. Love and Hugs, Jules.”

  Monica, clutching her chest, read the main headings first…

  Appealing Appeteasers

  Erotica Entrees

  Main Intercourses

  Sweet Finishes.

  Intercourses? Thirty degrees in Ohio with snow on the ground and more predicted—and
Monica kept the thermostat low—but she was sweating inside her cosy home. Wow! They evidently did go that far.

  She looked at the offerings under Appeteasers…

  Backrubs with warm scented oils

  Champagne accompanied bubble baths

  Pedicures plus foot and leg massage

  She loved champagne and bubble baths and it sounded luxurious.

  Her eyes jumped to Entrees.

  ‘Massages from head to toe’ was listed first and you could choose from ones that relaxed or energised. Relaxation was what she needed right now. The idea of a man she’d never met massaging her entire body was … thrilling and a bit scary. Wouldn’t that turn the guy on, and then what? Jump to the main course? A man that gave pedicures might be gay but if he turned her on, what then? Did she jump him?

  Was she really ready to have sex with a man she’d never met? It did seem to be part of the package and surely he’d have a nice package. She’d been up for a lot of things ten years ago but now she was a mature and supposedly sensible woman.

  Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she leaned her head against the back of her sofa and tried to relax. The soft upholstery distracted her for a moment as she revelled in its comfort. Her furnishings were sparse but every piece was new and hers. The house was hers too and after years of living in apartments with worn furniture that belonged to the landlord, this was heaven.

  What would a really hot guy … and she hoped the Fantasy Man would be hot … think of her place? Would he find it weird that she had all new stuff in a fixer-upper that wasn’t fixed up yet?

  The house was ‘a steal’, the realtor said, with great potential. Potential turned out to mean ‘in disrepair’, but she loved it and it was affordable. A house hidden away in the countryside suited her. She liked that you couldn’t see it until you rounded the curve in the long lane. She’d had enough of noise and crowded spaces and she’d hire the repairs done a little at a time as she could afford them.

  A loud knock at her front door startled Monica from her reverie. Odd, she hadn’t heard a car drive up. It had to be too soon for her Fantasy Man. She ran to the window and pulled back a curtain to look but there wasn’t a vehicle in sight and she couldn’t see any tire tracks. Snow was lightly falling but it couldn’t have covered them so quickly.

  Another knock sounded. Louder than the first. Who would come to her house on foot? Cautiously she opened the door and her jaw literally dropped. There on her doorstep stood the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Tall with shiny, black hair that curled over his ears and onto his neck. With intense blue eyes and a dark complexion, he was a beautiful sight to behold. She raised her hand to her chest to quiet her racing heart.

  My Fantasy Man? Of course. It had to be. He … Nick … was every woman’s fantasy. He had a slightly crooked smile and he was tall with bulging pecs, slim waist and narrow hips. Sex appeal exuded from his pores and thinking of what he could do to her … with her … Monica’s heart pounded. No wonder Jules picked him. He was perfect. How could one woman be so lucky?

  “Monica Adams?”

  His voice was deep and fit him as nicely as his skintight jeans and black leather jacket. The tool belt he wore hung low on one hip and he carried a red steel toolbox. All part of his props, she supposed, wondering what sorts of delights Nick had tucked inside that red box. Picturing him on a Playgirl calendar wearing only the tool belt and carrying the toolbox, she fought to quiet her breathing.

  “Yes, I’m Monica. Come in out of the cold.” She smiled broadly and motioned him toward the living room. Julie had outdone herself with this gift. “May I take your coat, Nick?”

  He looked at her questioningly. Shrugging, she amended her offer. “You’re welcome to keep it on if that’s part of the plan.”

  He scratched his head. “Plan? Well no, I just hadn’t thought about taking it off. Yet.”

  She shrugged. “Take your time and do it your way.” Damn. She hadn’t changed her clothes. Maybe she could offer him a seat … or a beer … while she changed. “When I was told you’d be here soon I didn’t expect you to arrive this quickly.”

  “Actually I think I’m running late.”

  He shifted his feet and she spoke quickly although he wasn’t the one who was supposed to be uneasy. “Whatever. You’re here now and that’s fine. What I meant is I would have worn something different and makeup or perfume or both and tried to look … uh … smell … more appealing.” Monica felt her cheeks heat up but he might as well be forewarned that she wasn’t wearing anything sexy anywhere.

  “You look and smell fine to me,” he said, making a choking sound. “I wouldn’t expect you to dress up. My clients never do and I’m sure none of them worry about their … uh … makeup or cologne.”

  “Really? I’d think they would. Can I get you something? A beer maybe?”

  Nick’s eyes crinkled and his smile was so sexy it made her hot. Just the thought of having sex with him almost made her come.

  This gal Monica was as cute as a pup with a burr in its tail and just as jumpy. You’d think she was the one who’d slid her pickup off that damned lane and into a snow bank. Maybe a beer would calm them both. Why would she offer her carpenter a beer, and a better question yet, why would she wear perfume for him? Was this woman out to seduce him? Or desperate for company? Not that he could imagine why such a hot babe would be lonely. But if furnishing a house, which the big bad wolf could flatten with one huff, like a photo spread from Better Homes and Gardens indicated anything, she marched to the beat of her own drum.

  “It’s eleven in the morning and I’m on a job but what the hell? I’ll have one if you will.”

  “Great,” she said. Leading the way to the kitchen, she grabbed two pilsner glasses out of a cabinet and pulled a couple of ‘light’ beers from the fridge. He’d always maintained ‘light’ was for sissies but he accepted it without comment. However he had his limits. Handing the glass back to her, he took a slug from the bottle.

  “I see you have a missing knob.”

  She looked down at her clothing and back at him, wrinkling her brow.

  Chuckling, he added, “You also have a sagging door.” The back door was one of the things she’d called about.

  He pointed and she followed with her eyes. Blushing, she nodded. “My house needs a few repairs but I have the knob right here.” She pulled it out of a drawer. “I just haven’t gotten it put back. I’m not very handy around the house and besides that I haven’t invested in any tools yet.”

  Pulling a screwdriver out of his tool belt, he took it from her hand and as he brushed her thumb she looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t read. While he tightened the remaining knobs he tried to figure out what was going on with her. She’d called and solicited his services. “Why did you call me ‘Nick’?”

  She raked her fingers through her shoulder-length hair. Shiny brown, it was streaked with blonde. Highlighted, Saranne called it when she had hers done. Not that he wanted to think about her.

  “It said on the card that’s your name,” Monica said.

  He was a carpenter in business for himself but maybe someone had passed along one of his Rick Mason, ‘no job-too-large-or-too-small’, business cards. But when she’d left her message on his answering machine she said she’d gotten his name out of the newspaper ad. “May I see the card you’re talking about please?”

  “Isn’t your name Nick?” Blinking, Monica wound a strand of hair around her finger. Her oval-shaped eyes were the same pale green as a Coca-Cola bottle and mesmerising. She was one good-looking babe but nothing she said made sense. It was a damned shame all the beautiful women he’d met since Saranne left were whack jobs. At this rate he’d never fall in love and get married and have kids.

  “Isn’t your name Nick?” Monica asked again, fluttering her hands.

  “Close. It’s Rick,” he said. “What would you like me to do next?”

  “Oh, then someone must have made a small mistake.” Smiling,
she motioned him to follow and led the way to the front room where she handed him a deep pink card.

  What the fuckin’ hell? She thought he was a Fantasy Man? And look at the offerings on this menu of sexual treats. No wonder she’d worried about her appearance and wearing perfume. He’d choked trying not to laugh then, but he lost the battle this time. Monica stared at him and he shrugged. “I guess Nick … Rick … is a small mistake. I don’t know why it struck me as funny.”

  He’d never heard of such a business but he supposed it was on the up-and-up and he’d bet it was expensive. “You must have a really close friend to send you this … jpgt.”

  “Yes, Julie’s like a sister. We were college roommates. I was kind of surprised to receive … this. And a little nervous about what or who to expect. But it’s a marvellous gift and I can’t tell you how pleased I am she chose you, Nick. She said she hoped she knew my tastes in men. Sorry, I mean Rick,” Monica said, turning up her hands. “Nick stuck in my mind because of Christmas and Saint Nick.”

  She was so jumpy she was babbling and he sure as hell wasn’t a saint or he wouldn’t be thinking what he was now. Going to bed with Monica wouldn’t be half bad. Just thinking about her cute little body curled up next to his gave him a hard-on. He’d never thought about sex with a complete stranger but it could be freeing. Some guys he knew paid for sex for just that reason. They said sex was hotter with no emotional strings attached. Nick had never considered following suit, but this was different. This would be clean fun. His palms grew wet and his breathing shallow. Could he actually go through with it? He stole a glance at the menu again. Monica was obviously ready to have sex with a stranger so what difference would it make if he was the one? At least with him she was safe. Who knew what kind of pervert Fantasies Unlimited would send to her door?

  “Call me Nick, then. It’s your fantasy.”

  He couldn’t do it. Could he? She was a knockout and obviously willing to go along with whatever he did and he hadn’t had a woman since he and his fiancée split up. She’d been gone eight months and he hadn’t felt alive since then. Hadn’t been hot for anyone. But he was hot for Monica now. His pulse pounded so fast he could hear it in his ears. His fingers itched to touch her. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard.