Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  “I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold out. It’s been a long time.”

  Ginger grinned up at him. “It’s been several years for me, too, actually.”

  He glanced at her in surprise. Shifting to the side, he ran his hand over her baby-soft skin, across her right breast, and down her tummy to tease at the lace of her panties. “Why did you even bother with these? It’s not like they’re hiding anything.”

  “No,” she sighed, “but they’re pretty. And I didn’t know where the night would end. A girl has to be prepared, you know.”

  Prepared. Fuck! He closed his eyes and called himself ten kinds of fool. Hell, he hadn’t needed condoms for years. As chief of security, he had a reputation to maintain, and running downstairs for that kind of item could be embarrassing.

  Cameron rolled away, resting his arm over his eyes. He gulped in air as he struggled to calm his body. “I have no condoms,” he told her, furious with himself.

  A soft touch traced down his body, skirting the edge of his scarring then wrapped around his cock. She used her thumb to make circles on the underside of his slit, using his own moisture for lubrication. He could not keep the groan inside. So much better than his own hand.

  “Well,” she whispered in that throaty, fuck-me voice, “it’s a good thing you’re with a girl who’s prepared.”

  His head shot up and he stared at her hard. “You have condoms?”

  “Yep. Bedside table.”

  Relief poured through him. He rolled up onto his elbow and pressed his lips to hers, more excited than he could remember being in years. Working her mouth, he tried to let her know with his body.

  She giggled as his chin nuzzled her neck. “Is it too rough?” he asked.

  “No,” she whispered. “It’s perfect.”

  Cameron kissed his way to her waist and dragged the taunting panties down her long legs. She tipped her hips, inviting him to explore her more, but he didn’t want to give in to her that easily. Wandering down her thigh, he took a few extra seconds to cool off as he nibbled. He moved to the other leg and started the return trip, pressing kisses every few inches. Her skin smelled of sun and peaches, and he had to stop to just breathe against her a couple of times.

  She squirmed as he got closer to the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs. He used one finger to part her lips and slip inside, making her moan. Gliding in her moisture, he was humbled at the proof that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He explored her outer folds, twirling in her hair and squeezing with his finger. Ginger moaned and shifted beneath him, crying out when he bumped her clit. He needed to hear that sound again, so he set up a gentle rhythm. Sweeping low, he teased at her vagina then swept up to circle around her pleasure point. Within seconds, her panting voice begged him to slow down.

  “You don’t want me to do that. You want me to push you further.”

  He angled his hand and buried his middle finger deep within her, then ground the heel of his hand against her clit. He wrapped his lips around the tip of her breast, sucking strongly.

  Ginger shattered and screamed out her release, bucking beneath his hand. He gentled his touch but continued to press her, wringing every spasm out of her he could. He reached to the opposite side of the bed and dragged open the bedside table drawer. The cardboard box wouldn’t open for his fumbling fingers. Frustrated, he ripped the damn thing in half, scattering foil packages through the drawer. He tore one open and sheathed himself, before he settled on top of her. The touch of her slick heat against his dick almost set him off, but he waited until her eyes snapped to his. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, and he glided into her.

  The magazine Ginger had nothing on the actual woman, and he fought not to come. He stilled as much as he could, but couldn’t control the quivering. He panted into the pillow and fought to think of other things. She didn’t help when she lifted her knees to his sides, urging him to move. He let himself go slowly, until he could maintain some control. Her nails scored his ass, and he kissed her, hard. She moaned into his mouth and torqued her groin up into his.

  Determined not to come before she did again, he pulled out and began teasing the sensitive entrance to her body with just the head of his cock. Occasionally he would slide up beside her clit, making her jerk. Ginger groaned against his throat, and her body twitched to the side convulsively. He slowed his body even more, fighting not to give in to her contagious enthusiasm. Between one stroke and the next, she screamed out her second release.

  Cameron plunged inside her and allowed himself to feel. And come. He didn’t even have to move. The rippling contractions from her climax pushed him over the edge.

  He lost track of the seconds as they fed on each other’s desperation. At one point he yelled out. His brain went to mush, and his bones felt like they liquefied. He planted his elbows and fought not to crush her as his body played out the movements it needed to. The pleasure rolled over him in wave after wave.

  Ginger let her legs come down off his sides, and he reluctantly gathered his energy to get up. But she clutched him to her. “Not just yet. Please.”

  He really didn’t have the motivation anyway. She was too comfortable to lie upon. All of his angles fit into her curves, as if they were two halves of one whole. She was a little small, maybe, but still wonderful. He kissed the delicate curve of her ear.

  She sighed and cranked her head enough to press her lips on his cheek. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that my date didn’t show up.”

  Cameron chuckled and rolled himself to the side. “Me, too. Might have been a little crowded in here.” He stretched, bones popping, and pushed himself to his feet. He walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, Ginger was stretched on top of the bright white comforter, lips curved in satisfaction. Her bright lipstick had disappeared. Moisture glistened on her pale thighs, and Cameron’s mouth watered at the thought of teasing her with his tongue.

  Yeah. Good thing the date hadn’t shown up.

  Chapter Four

  Ginger rolled her head to peek at Cameron beside her. He snored lightly, his heavy features relaxed in sleep. She let her gaze wander down his body. They had finally crawled under the covers, but only after he had gone down on her and shattered her world once again. Now, wrapped in the white sheet, he had one hand curled over hers.

  Her mind was too busy to sleep. Her body hummed with the lassitude only extreme satisfaction can bring, but doubts nibbled at her. The emotion he stirred in her seemed like more than just a one-night stand. And it scared her. The distance she needed between them had disappeared.

  When she emailed Madame to set her up, she had expected some cool, metropolitan guy who didn’t expect anything more than a night of fun. Cameron brought issues and baggage.

  He also solved issues. The normal insecurities she experienced with other men because of her size were nonexistent with him. He told her she was beautiful, and she believed him. The proof was in the adoring way he looked at her. And reacted to her. Considering his history, her worries seemed petty and inconsequential. He didn’t make her feel that way, though. In his eyes, she was his equal. And worthwhile.

  Ginger curled on her side and snuggled into him. If they only had one night, she planned to relish it. Her tired body tingled as she imagined teasing him awake in the morning.

  Actually, the next morning, she was roused by a heavy cock pressing into her folds from behind. They were in a spoon position and her head rested on Cameron’s bicep. His forearm curled across her chest to tease at a turgid nipple. She hiked her right leg over his thigh, and one finger of his other hand tickled the hair at her mons.

  Oh, what she wouldn’t do to wake up this way every day.

  Ginger moaned and arched into his hardness. He must have been teasing her for a while, because he was gliding easily in her moisture. Or maybe it was just from her erotic dreams. They had haunted her all night, interspersing real snapshots from the night before with imagined.

>   Reality was definitely better. As Cameron deepened his penetrations, the ball of heat low in her belly began to build. She pressed back even harder, and clutched his ass to her with one hand. Oh God, oh God. Yesss…. He pinched her nipple and nibbled below her ear. Chill bumps danced over her skin as he shoved the blankets away and flipped her to her belly. Ginger gasped into the pillow then flung it aside as he plowed into her, rocking her against the bed. She stretched one hand out and braced it against the heavy headboard then pushed into him even harder. Cameron moaned against her shoulder and propped her pelvis up with one hand. It totally changed the angle, hitting her G-spot exactly as she needed. Completion danced just a few seconds away. Burying her hand beneath their thrashing bodies, she flicked her middle finger against her clit, nudging herself toward that burning heat.

  The orgasm slammed into her like a Mack truck, flinging her into pleasure so intense spots danced in front of her eyes. Ginger buried her face into the mattress to muffle her screams, and fluid ran down her legs with her sudden ejaculation. Her muscles contracted with pleasure. Cameron lost his rhythm and stalled out above her, yelling out with his own climax. The sporadic movements of his body triggered corresponding pleasure in hers. She heard him gasp and her vision went dark.

  A hand on her shoulder roused her a few seconds later. They lay on their sides again, facing each other. Ginger’s heart continued to thud fiercely and cold sweat filmed her skin. Her cunt twitched occasionally with aftershocks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had come that hard. Hell, she’d passed out. She rolled her head and met Cameron’s eyes.

  He panted, too, but he shook his head at her, as if unable to believe what had happened. He grinned at her, unreserved. “Fuck-ing awesome! I’ve never made a woman gush like that.”

  Her face heated with embarrassment, and she rolled her head toward the bathroom door. The damp sheet beneath her was cool. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I probably should have warned you.”

  Gentle fingers moved up and down her arm. “Don’t apologize,” he told her quickly. “I’m flattered, actually. I mean, the sex was already phenomenal, but to know I got you off like that is, well, it’s just something. You know?”

  If he hadn’t been with anybody for years, as he said, then her response probably would be special. She threw him an appreciative smile over her shoulder. “I know. And thank you. It was incredible. I haven’t been this relaxed in years.” She shifted and frowned down at the bed. “I kind of need to get up, though.”

  Cameron rolled away immediately, and she levered herself to her feet, revealing a spot the size of hand towel on her side of the bed. Her face heated again as she glanced up into Cameron’s eyes.

  He grinned at her wickedly. “We’d better leave the maid a very nice tip.” She laughed and her embarrassment washed away. They padded into the bathroom and slipped into the shower together. Cameron moved her to face the rear wall so he could lather her hair then gave her a massage that made her groan out loud. Ginger forced her legs to stand firm as he found tender muscles in her arms and spine with firm, kneading fingers. “That feels so good.”

  After a few minutes, she returned the favor. Gliding over the scar tissue, she carefully kneaded the muscles up his strong back. Their time together was nearing an end, and it saddened her. She had been prepared for a one night-stand. Just sex. Something to get her out of her rut. She hadn’t expected to find a man she genuinely liked, and wanted to spend more time with—who lived five hundred miles away.

  She soaped her hands and slid them up the nape of his neck, squeezing tight then releasing. He rested his head against the shower wall. It was thrilling to be able to touch and explore him after making love. No man had ever let her before.

  Emotion clogged her throat as she ran her hands over his body. This closeness and belonging was what she wanted in real life. Not some quick, anonymous sex. Something meaningful, where they both got more than what they hoped for. Where each fulfilled needs the other didn’t even know they had. Ginger hoped the streaming water washed away the tracks of her tears.

  She forced herself away from him to clean her own body. Cameron glanced at her face, seemed to understand that she needed a few minutes, and stepped out of the stall. He patted himself down with the towel and after a last lingering look, disappeared into the bedroom.

  Her throat tightened with emotion again at his sensitivity. Maybe she could ring him up next time she came to New York. The thought made her sex tighten in expectation.

  Ginger secured the towel around her tender breasts and tucked the end, then stepped out of the bathroom in search of her dress and panties. Morning sun lightened the sheers on the bedroom window. Cameron stood on the opposite side of the bed, towel hung crookedly around his waist. He had his phone in hand, a bemused expression on his face.

  “What?” She laughed.

  Cameron stepped around the bed to stand in front of her. “I sent Jackson a text, saying his friend Madame Eve had struck out with the dating service. Told him about you being stood up. He sends me this response.” He held the phone out to her.

  She read, Madame said you would be contacting me, and to tell you that the evening went exactly as she planned.

  Ginger read the words several times. Her analytical mind kicked in. “She planned on me being stood up? Or was there no date at all? Was this some elaborate hoax?”

  Angry tears filled her eyes when Cameron shrugged. Agitated, she crossed to her own phone and pulled up her email. A chill went through her as she found a message from 1NightStand, received at midnight.

  Ginger, do not be mad at a sentimental woman. When you emailed me with your request, I knew exactly who to match you with. Cameron has tugged at my heart for years, yet never took advantage of what I could do for him.

  No, I didn’t set you up with a date. There was no date. I’m sorry. As much as you protested against it, you do have a certain type that appeals to you. The strong, masculine hero. Cameron’s type. And to get him out of the shell he’s been in, he needed to rescue you.

  Enjoy each other for the day. Tell Cameron he is not to work until tomorrow, when you check out. I’ve arranged it with his boss.

  Tapping a button, she shook her head. “No date. When I was ‘stood up’, she expected you to come to my rescue.”

  He barked out a laugh. “That damn wily,” he sputtered, searching for a word, “Frenchwoman.” He sank down on the edge of the bed. The skin around his eyes creased with laughter. “What else did she say?”

  Setting the phone on the table, she sank down beside him. She hedged the truth. “She says you’ve always tugged at her heart, and she thought we would be a good match.” She didn’t mention his “shell”. “And though I protested against it, I needed a hero to rescue me for the night. Which, as much as I hate to admit it, was correct. She also says that you’re off work until tomorrow.”

  For a moment, his eyes widened in surprise. Then they began to heat up as they took in her towel-wrapped form. “’Til tomorrow, huh? Just what will I do until then?”

  Ginger grinned at the sly look in his eyes. Anticipation tightened her tummy. “I don’t know. Wanna go have sex in the elevator?”

  Cameron wiggled his brows lasciviously and pulled her down to his lap. “Nah. I think we better stay right here, where security won’t kick us out.”

  Ginger giggled and covered his mouth with her own.

  ~About J.M. Madden~

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  Chapter One

  Eyes closed, hands folded across his chest, Randall lay on the bed of white satin. She stared at the chiseled jawline—golden from his many hours in the sun—and curling black hair all the darker against the light-colored fabric. Reaching out, she touched his fingers, remembering how they’d always curled around hers, so strong and safe.

  Always.

  But not today.

  His lifeless hand stayed still and cold under hers. Up to that moment, the whole mess seemed unreal. The lack of response sent her heart beating hard and sucked the air from the room. She fought dizziness mixed with nausea and struggled for air suddenly too thick to breathe.

  The sheen of denial evaporated and hard reality hit her in a way it should have days ago and she crumpled to her knees on the step in front of the casket.

  He’s dead. He’s not coming back. I’m really alone.