Free Solstice Surrender by Tracy Cooper-Posey

masculine aroma that was radiating from the pulse at his wrist as he caressed her face.   The scent brought her mind zooming back to her hotel room and their frantic coupling.
    Rhys’ eyes narrowed, the lids lowering, as he watched her. “There’s no need to share thoughts now.   I can see where your mind has gone.”
    “That’s your fault.   You’re touching me,” she replied.
    He dropped his hand and cleared his throat.   “Tell me about the card,” he said.   “Why did it stay on your fridge for eight years?”
    Jenna tugged at the hem of her shirt and straightened her shoulders.   “The image of the hotel....”   She hesitated.   “I can’t think of a better way of describing it than to say it called to me.   It was like the card was a personal message to me.   I don’t know why. The hotel seemed so remote. Isolated. I would look at it and promise myself that one day I would save up and go there. So this year, with Christmas coming and no one to have Christmas with, I figured….” She shrugged. “It was as good an excuse as any.”
    “And it didn’t work, did it?” Rhys asked.   “You drew trouble right to you.”
    She offered him a small smile. “Well, at least I’m not lonely.”
    His expression darkened.   “No, thank god.”   He picked up her hand and drew her back into the arcade.   “Come on.   What’s next?”
    The next store was a dress shop and here the prices spiralled into the stratosphere. The neat hand-written figures on the creamy velum tags hovered in such rarefied air their astronomical quality got Jenna giggling. Contrary-wise, the store seemed to stock very few items, as if they wouldn’t stoop to carrying a vast range and variety.
    “Well, they only need sell one item a week to pay their rent,” Rhys whispered.
    “That’s all they’d sell, I’m sure.”
    Something caught his eye. Rhys made a beeline for the rack on the other side of the store and Jenna trailed behind him, curious.
    He plucked the hanger from the rack and held up the dress for her to inspect. It was a dark kelly-green velvet evening gown, with a thick halter strap that would run from each side of the bodice. The shaping of the gown meant it would cling from bust to thigh. The bodice over the breasts cut low and finished off with small ruffles of a dark green paisley silk satin that had been carefully gathered in a row of tiny pleats. Rhys turned the gown around to show her the back, where the slit at the center back would run to give the wearer room to move, the paisley hung pleated and gathered, falling into a flaring train.
    “Oh wow…!” she breathed.
    Rhys’ long fingers stroked the soft green velvet. “I would pay the price to see you wearing this.”
    She ran her eye over the gown and imagined what it would be like to wear something so utterly gorgeous. High heels, stockings and her hair coiled up to show off the plunging back.   She would feel like a million dollars.
    “Jenna.”
    She looked at him and closed her eyes as he gave her an image. She saw what she would look like wearing the dress from his perspective: a willowy redhead, her hair cascading down her back in long waves of curls to touch the small of her back where the velvet clung lovingly to her ass. The velvet glided down to the ground behind her in an elegant sweep. The silk over her breasts tempted him to stroke the warm fabric so he could feel the pleats ruffle under his fingertips and her breasts beneath the silk along with the thrill of brushing up against her tight nipples.
    Jenna shared via Rhys’ vision the sensation of his body tightening, the excitement starting to warm his belly and curling through his cock, making it stir and shift as his imagination leapt on.   She saw and felt him standing behind her as she wore the dress, one hand leaving the heavy weight of her breast to slide down over the taut velvet, across the flat plane of her stomach to fan out over her pussy where he felt the tiny