Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) by Morgan Kelley Page B
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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Julian had been following this one woman all day long, trying to get the photos he needed before going home. She had become his obsession, and he couldn’t stop snapping pictures of her.
He wasn’t normally into brunettes, especially since his wife was a fiery redhead . Yet, something about the long, luscious brown hair made his heart skip in his chest.
Julian wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands as he ran his fingers through it. His body tightened at just the thought of it slipping across his body as her head was buried in his lap.
Shit!
He was hard as stone and needed to find a way to get closer to her.
When she left her vehicle, heading into the high class hotel, he knew he needed to follow. Something deep down was urging him on, since pictures of her wouldn’t be enough. He needed to smell the sexy scent that he was sure she gave off. He wanted to run the palm of his hand across the curve of her ass.
He just wanted her.
There was no way around it.
Taking pictures wouldn’t suffice . Julian had to make her his, if only for that one moment in time. One little interlude wouldn’t hurt.
Would it?
Locking up his car, he tucked his digital camera in his pocket and headed into the hotel. Inside, he could only hope she went into the bar before retiring for the night.
If she was there, he had a chance. Julian wanted to make sure the trip to her room wouldn’t be alone.
They could maybe have an hour alone, before he had to head back to the doldrums of work. Already, he could picture ripping off her clothes, throwing her down on the bed, and burying himself in her repeatedly, until the ache in his body was satiated.
Then, he’d dress and be out of there before anyone knew it.
She was his obsession, and he couldn’t stop.
Inside the dark, smoky bar, he saw her.
God, she was sexy as sin, and that was what he needed in that moment. Where his brain told him it was a bad idea, his dick said otherwise. She was what he needed to get through the day.
Seeing her at the bar, he took a seat beside her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, watching as she played with a long brown curl. He was mesmerized as she twirled it around her finger.
“Are you married?” she asked, not even looking over at him.
Her voice was warm like liquid honey. He wanted her a million times more now, just because of that one sentence. It was obvious he wasn’t single. His ringed finger sat right on the bar in clear view.
“Yeah, is that a problem? I’m not looking for a relationship. What I want is between your legs, and then I’ll be on my merry way.”
Now, she did look over. When their eyes met, his body tightened even more. Oh yeah, she had to be his. If he didn't get to screw this woman’s brains out here and now, he’d die.
“I’ll take that drink,” she said, and it was answer enough to his question. Obviously, this stranger didn't care that he was married. For now, she was all his. It was time to seal the deal and get laid.
Reaching into his pocket, he threw some cash down and ordered a beer. “One of whatever the lady is having too.”
She ordered a shot of tequila.
What he wanted to say was ‘drink up’ , but he didn't think that would matter. Drunk or sober, he didn't care.
Julian had one goal in mind- h er naked in bed.
“Are you here on business?” he asked, sipping his beer as he made idle chitchat.
She did her shot and ordered another.
“No. I’m here to get laid. Do you think you can help me with that? I happen to think Native men are hot.”
There was a chorus of hallelujahs going off in his head. Yeah, he wanted that same thing. Hot, sweaty, no strings attached sex in some luxury hotel with her.
Repeatedly.
Then, they could go their separate ways. After all, he was a married man…
Glancing at his watch, he noticed that he might be able to stall and get more than one quickie with her. She intrigued him, and he was ready to risk h is timetable, blowing off work for
Julian had been following this one woman all day long, trying to get the photos he needed before going home. She had become his obsession, and he couldn’t stop snapping pictures of her.
He wasn’t normally into brunettes, especially since his wife was a fiery redhead . Yet, something about the long, luscious brown hair made his heart skip in his chest.
Julian wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands as he ran his fingers through it. His body tightened at just the thought of it slipping across his body as her head was buried in his lap.
Shit!
He was hard as stone and needed to find a way to get closer to her.
When she left her vehicle, heading into the high class hotel, he knew he needed to follow. Something deep down was urging him on, since pictures of her wouldn’t be enough. He needed to smell the sexy scent that he was sure she gave off. He wanted to run the palm of his hand across the curve of her ass.
He just wanted her.
There was no way around it.
Taking pictures wouldn’t suffice . Julian had to make her his, if only for that one moment in time. One little interlude wouldn’t hurt.
Would it?
Locking up his car, he tucked his digital camera in his pocket and headed into the hotel. Inside, he could only hope she went into the bar before retiring for the night.
If she was there, he had a chance. Julian wanted to make sure the trip to her room wouldn’t be alone.
They could maybe have an hour alone, before he had to head back to the doldrums of work. Already, he could picture ripping off her clothes, throwing her down on the bed, and burying himself in her repeatedly, until the ache in his body was satiated.
Then, he’d dress and be out of there before anyone knew it.
She was his obsession, and he couldn’t stop.
Inside the dark, smoky bar, he saw her.
God, she was sexy as sin, and that was what he needed in that moment. Where his brain told him it was a bad idea, his dick said otherwise. She was what he needed to get through the day.
Seeing her at the bar, he took a seat beside her.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, watching as she played with a long brown curl. He was mesmerized as she twirled it around her finger.
“Are you married?” she asked, not even looking over at him.
Her voice was warm like liquid honey. He wanted her a million times more now, just because of that one sentence. It was obvious he wasn’t single. His ringed finger sat right on the bar in clear view.
“Yeah, is that a problem? I’m not looking for a relationship. What I want is between your legs, and then I’ll be on my merry way.”
Now, she did look over. When their eyes met, his body tightened even more. Oh yeah, she had to be his. If he didn't get to screw this woman’s brains out here and now, he’d die.
“I’ll take that drink,” she said, and it was answer enough to his question. Obviously, this stranger didn't care that he was married. For now, she was all his. It was time to seal the deal and get laid.
Reaching into his pocket, he threw some cash down and ordered a beer. “One of whatever the lady is having too.”
She ordered a shot of tequila.
What he wanted to say was ‘drink up’ , but he didn't think that would matter. Drunk or sober, he didn't care.
Julian had one goal in mind- h er naked in bed.
“Are you here on business?” he asked, sipping his beer as he made idle chitchat.
She did her shot and ordered another.
“No. I’m here to get laid. Do you think you can help me with that? I happen to think Native men are hot.”
There was a chorus of hallelujahs going off in his head. Yeah, he wanted that same thing. Hot, sweaty, no strings attached sex in some luxury hotel with her.
Repeatedly.
Then, they could go their separate ways. After all, he was a married man…
Glancing at his watch, he noticed that he might be able to stall and get more than one quickie with her. She intrigued him, and he was ready to risk h is timetable, blowing off work for
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