Free A Few Good Fantasies by Michele Bardsley Page A

Oh, God. Yes!
    The next spanking sent her spiraling over the edge. Her joy bloomed fully and pleasure cascaded endlessly through her.
    Sam cried out and shoved his cock so deeply inside her, she felt him at the entrance to her womb. His cock shuddered inside her pussy as his fingers dug into her ass.
    After a long moment of trying to breathe again, Sam withdrew and she stood up. He picked up the robe and clothed her in it.
    She mixed up a batch of margaritas in their kitchenette while Sam cleaned up. He came into the living room—wearing only a sexy grin. He certainly was more prince than pirate.
    “To fantastic, awe-inspiring sex,” she said, handing Sam his drink.
    He clinked his glass to hers. “To true love.”
    Lissa wasn’t sure if she and Sam were a forever kind of love. Oh, what the hell. Janey had probably already planned the wedding anyway.
    “To true love,” she said. And smiled.
     
    The End
     

Room for Three
    Chapter 1
     
    “T HIS WHOLE PLACE is beautiful,” said Carrie Tremont as she entered the hotel suite. Her husband, Greg, followed her hauling their bags inside. The hotel had been crowded and busy so they’d decided not to wait around for a bellboy.
    So far, Greg hadn’t revealed much about his anniversary surprise. They’d been married ten years. Their five-year-old twins were at Disney World with their grandparents. As much as she missed her boys, she also missed her husband. They rarely got uninterrupted time alone.
    Carrie tossed her purse on the couch. Wow. The living room looked both luxurious and comfortable. The décor was modern, everything from the furniture to the paintings was straight, clean lines. The colors weren’t typical hotel browns and crèmes, either. The couch was red, the table black, and the floor lamps gold.
    The open kitchenette was located behind the living room, all stark black, even the appliances. On the counter, she saw the bottle of champagne in a gleaming gold bucket along with two flutes. Nice.
    Past the tiny kitchen was a pair of French doors that opened onto a large balcony. On the left was the door to the bedroom. She went inside and saw the same color scheme. The bed, which was black from its frame to its plush pillows, wasn’t exactly typical, either. It was huge.
    “How many people do they expect to sleep in that bed?” she asked as Greg dragged their suitcases into the room. She laughed. “We could fit a small car in it!”
    Greg put down their bags. Her darling nerd blinked at her behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “I think you’ll find lots of stuff here is very interesting.”
    Her stomach squeezed in anticipation. What had he planned? Had he … no. He’d never go for that .
    “We still have three hours until our dinner reservation,” he said. “We could go to the pool or take a walk on the beach.”
    “I have an idea about how to spend the time.” She took his hand and led him to the huge bed. “Stay here.”
    She hurried into the bathroom. She took off her pants, blouse, hose and shoes. She’d worn her new bra and panties purchased at Victoria’s Secret.
    She looked herself over. No point to freshen her make-up. She fluffed out her short blonde hair. For a thirty-three-old woman who’d bore twins, she didn’t look half-bad.
    Good thing she’d indulged in a spa day prior to their trip. She had facial treatments, a mani-pedi, and leg and bikini waxes. She pulled her panties down and looked at her bare pussy. She usually got a Brazilian wax, which left a strip of hair. Greg would be really surprised to her completely bare.
    Early in their relationship, Carrie had asked Greg about his sexual fantasies. His reply: You, naked.
    That really did seem to be the extent of what he wanted. Maybe Greg’s sexual needs weren’t complex.
    And that’s why she feared talking to him about her needs. What she desired was a tad more complicated than “you, naked.”
    Not that it mattered. Most of the time, they fell into bed at night too exhausted