Free Dirty Business: Fantasies Unleashed 1 by Mara Leigh

barstool. I couldn’t wait to get up to our room. Desire traced through me at the thought of elevator sex. When in Vegas, right? Did we dare?
    “The surprise isn’t under my belt,” he said, his voice husky.
    “Too bad.” I shifted, and his fingers slid higher on my thigh. “That looks like a very satisfying surprise.” I brushed my fingers over his erection, unable to imagine wanting him more. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of passion and unmistakable mischief. What was he up to?
    “Remember that night when you told me your fantasy?” he asked.
    “Yes . . .” I felt the flush on my cheeks deepen.
    “I want to make your fantasy come true. Tonight.”
    “You’re not serious.”
    “I am.” Heat nearly consumed his eyes, burning me, too.
    Clearly he relished the idea of playing the part of “stranger” in my sex-with-a-stranger fantasy. Of course, in the scenario I’d described there’d been multiple men, multiple strangers all taking me in turn, a group of men with no focus other than giving me pleasure.
    What I’d imagined was purely fantasy. Thom was the only lover I’d ever had and, other than in dreams, I’d never been tempted by another man. Not really. Still, I loved that my husband was willing to role-play this fantasy for me.
    “Do you come here often?” I asked, raising my martini glass and winking.
    “Oh, I’m not playing a stranger,” he said. “That wouldn’t work.”
    “What?” I leaned bac k . “You want me to approach someone in the bar? Pick someone up?”
    “I hired someone.”
    “A gigolo?” I blurted.
    Grinning, he put his finger to my lips and we both glanced around the bar to see whether anyone had heard my outburst. The bartender quickly turned her head in the other direction.
    I started to giggle.
    Grinning, Thom leaned in close so he wouldn’t be overheard. “I hired a company called Fantasies Unleashed. They specialize in making fantasies come true.”
    “Sexual fantasies?”
    He nodded and the heat returned to his gaze. The look in his eyes was positively predatory.
    “How would that even work? I mean...”
    He cupped my face in his hand, stroking the tiny sensitive space where my cheek meets my ear. “They’re very professional. Trust me. Tonight, if you want to go along with this, their fantasy facilitators will make your wildest dreams come true.”
    “Fantasy facilitators?” I gulped down more martini and it burned all the way down to my belly.
    “That’s what they call their staff.”
    A thrill raced through me. “That is such a sweet idea, Thom, really—and hot—but I don’t want anyone but you. When I told you about that fantasy, I never meant, I never imagined...” My breaths came faster and my mouth turned dry. I took another sip of martini.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s my gift to you. You’re allowed to want this. You can do this. What happens tonight won’t threaten what we have.”
    I could never hide things from Thom. Even as I denied wanting the fantasy with words, my body and face revealed the truth. Never mind my insides, which continued to heat as I remembered how I’d described my fantasy to him, how I’d imagined being surrounded by handsome men all focused on me, all wanting me, needing me, fucking me in turns until I couldn’t take any more.
    “But you—” I touched his hand. “Honey, even if that were possible, this is your anniversary, too, ours, and I—”
    “Your gift to me was the trip to Vegas.”
    “That hardly compares.” I kissed the soft place at the base of his thumb. “Plus, since I’m here, I’m benefiting from my gift to you. The only thing you’ll get from your gift to me is feeling alone, and maybe a little jealous?”
    “I won’t be jealous.”
    “Come on.”
    “It’s not like you’ll be falling in love, and it won’t be a betrayal since I was the one who set it up. You won’t be doing anything behind my back.” His fingers stroked my inner thigh.
    “Are you sure about