Free Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 by Mara Leigh Page B

talk meant to turn me on?
    No . We didn’t play games with each other. Not mind games like that. Ever. I had to take him at his word.
    But did I want my fantasy to happen? For real? Fantasies are one thing when they’re confined to our minds, when they’re used to turn us on when our lovers are away, or when we want to drift to somewhere different and exciting. My mind had played out variations on the same fantasy since I was a teen, but did I actually want the real thing?
    My breaths came even faster; my entire body tingled with excitement. I downed the rest of the martini, letting it burn through me, enjoying the sensation as the alcohol loosened my tension and inhibitions.
    Closing my eyes, I luxuriated under the teasing touch of Thom’s fingers, stroking me through the soft satin. Although I knew it was my husband’s hand, I tried to imaging that it was a stranger’s, and I imagined yet another man cupping my breasts while another captured my lips. The thoughts lit new fires; I felt sure my panties were soaked.
    I did want this—a lot—and that my husband was willing to make it happen— “Yes,” I said on a hard exhale as I opened my eyes.
    He drew a breath so deep his shoulders rose. “Good.” He slipped off his stool.
    “How will—”
    “Stay here. I’m moving to a table. Back there.” He gestured into the sparkled darkness of the room. “A man will approach you. He’ll buy you another drink and suggest you join him upstairs.”
    “How will I know it’s the right man?” I asked, instantly embarrassed for suggesting that, left alone for a moment, I’d be hit on by random men.
    “I’ll be watching.” He traced his hand down my back to rest on my ass and bent to kiss my neck. “I won’t let you leave the bar with the wrong guy. Oh—and if you want the fantasy to end, or if anything happens that makes you uncomfortable, you need to say ‘Red light’.”
    “Red light?”
    “That’s your safe word.”
    I had a safe word?
    I taught fifth grade in room 214 at Bentley Primary School. I clipped coupons and watched way too much Food Channel. On what planet did I do things that required safe words? Nerves scrambled inside me, and I was about to call the whole thing off when Thom took my face in his hands and kissed me long and slow and hard, a kiss so passionate I felt like I might melt right into the chair.
    The idea of this fantasy turned him on, too. It was clear. Thom wasn’t just doing this for me.
    When he finally broke away, he pressed a light kiss to my forehead. “See you on the other side.”

CHAPTER TWO
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    I sat at the bar, restless with anticipation and uncertainty, but feeling the comforting presence of Thom’s gaze on my back. I turned and tried to spot him, but he’d receded into the darkness, hidden in some dimly lit corner.
    When I swiveled to once again face the bar, I noticed a man standing a couple of stools away. He was tall, broad shouldered, and wore a stylish gray suit, slightly shiny with narrow lapels and tapered legs. The designer look, combined with his mauve shirt and silver tie, was the kind of thing that might look feminine on some men. Not him. Every inch of him oozed testosterone and power.
    His blond hair brushed his collar without being scruffy, and he had the rugged but fresh look of a man who enjoyed the outdoors. He turned toward me. I quickly looked away, self-conscious that I’d been sizing him up and wondering whether he’d noticed.
    He approached. “Can I buy you a drink?”
    My temperature rising, I turned to face him. He smiled and his eyes flashed like a twelve-year-old boy’s on the first day of summer vacation. But the cut of his jaw, not to mention his body, counteracted any hints of boyishness. This was a man.
    “That would be lovely,” I answered, detecting a slight quiver in my voice. It was possible that this wasn’t the man, but with my husband watching, I decided that the worst that could happen was this guy would be out the price