Friday, December 4, 2009

Nothing But Trouble by Jenna Byrnes

“I want you to spend the night with me. I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”

Adrian Scott blinked, wondering if his employer was serious. He’d never heard of such an offer, except in the movies. “Excuse me?”

“Do you really need me to repeat myself, or are you simply mulling my proposal over?” The man’s bright blue eyes twinkled. He always seemed to have a spark of mischief about him, along with a genuine smile that he displayed often. Today was no different. He seemed amused by Adrian’s reaction to his shocking statement.

Adrian had always found the man attractive, but never let his thoughts go past that. He ignored the thick, wavy blond hair, and handsome, chiseled face. The muscular physique of the man’s body looked like it belonged to someone in his twenties, rather than forties, making it hard to ignore. But Graham Elliott was not only his boss; he was also a very wealthy man. Way out of my league. Elliott owned the Las Vegas casino where Adrian worked as a waiter and sometimes bartender.

Tending bar was more prestigious and paid better, but nothing could beat the tips waiters made on busy nights. He’d pocketed several hundred dollars on many occasions. To Adrian, it was all about the money.

“What about Celina?” He was curious how Elliott’s live-in girlfriend might feel about the proposed arrangement. A stacked beauty— she had flowing red hair, tits out to there—and was a fixture around the casino. She and Elliott shared the penthouse apartment, which by all accounts was one incredible showplace. Adrian wouldn’t know; the man’s grand office was the closest he’d ever gotten to his employer.

Elliott flexed his fingers. “Celina and I have an understanding. I don’t worry about how much she spends on her daily shopping sprees, and she doesn’t worry if I don’t come home at night. I keep a suite on the floor below the penthouse for, shall we say, special occasions.”

Heat flushed through Adrian’s body. He knew his face was probably bright red. Even with the year-round tan afforded him by the strong Nevada sun; he blushed like an idiot when embarrassed. “Is that what I am? A special occasion?”

“I hope so. I’ve been watching you, Adrian. I like the way you look in the tight, black pants you wear to work. Makes me very interested to find out what lies beneath.”

His mind raced. He wasn’t seeing anyone, so that wouldn’t be a problem. But he really liked his job, and worried that if things didn’t go right, he might suddenly find himself out of work. “I’m concerned this could interfere with my job.”

“If you say no? Of course it won’t. All I ask is your discretion. Keep quiet, and things go on as usual. If I discover you’ve told anyone about our conversation, you’ll certainly be let go.”

It occurred to Adrian, he’d never considered saying no. “And if I say yes?”

A slow smile spread across Elliott’s face. “Nothing that happens between us will put your job in jeopardy. Again, all I ask is discretion—and a blood test. Hate to be crass, but I need to see the paperwork from a test done on today’s date, or after. I’ll provide you the same courtesy.”

Adrian looked him in the eye. “And fifty thousand dollars.”

The man’s eyebrows rose.

“For two nights. Eight at night to eight in the morning, I’m all yours.”

Squinting before he nodded, Elliott added, “I’ll accept those terms, in part. Make it three nights, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Adrian stood. “Agreed.” He extended his hand.

Graham Elliott took his time rising and reaching out to shake. His hand was warm, his grip firm.

The man squeezed his fingers, making a tingle zip down Adrian’s spine. He imagined those strong hands caressing other parts of his body. It was enough to harden his cock, right there in the office. He tried to speak, but his mouth was dry.

Releasing his grasp, Elliott reached for a business card. “Call me when you’ve got the paperwork. We’ll arrange a date to meet.”

“I will.” He tucked the card into his pocket. “Thank you, sir.”

With another nod and a very quick wink, Elliott turned and walked out the back door.

Adrian glanced around the office, taking a moment to compose himself before returning to the casino floor. Who would have thought it? Graham Elliott was gay—or perhaps bisexual, if he’d sampled the wares Celina flaunted around the bar and gaming tables. It was an incredible turn of events. And perhaps the most amazing stroke of luck he’d ever encountered.

Change of Plans by Jenna Byrnes

She dozed, but never really slept. Lights in the gate area dimmed, but people still came and went throughout the night. Occasionally she'd glance up at the TV screen, where the Doppler radar indicated snow falling and more was on the way in the greater Denver area.

Tom spoke quietly every now and then. Kelsie answered in a soft voice. People around them seemed to be sleeping, but she wasn't sure how they managed. The floor was hard and her back ached. Even leaning against Tom's warm form, she was cold and uncomfortable. She yawned as shivers ran through her.

He rubbed her arms with both hands, then tucked the blanket under her chin. "Want your coat on?"

"Nah. I want to be in Florida. Or back home, where I don't have to keep my guard up. My backpack is cutting into my side, and the floor is killing me."

He nuzzled his face in her hair. "Funny, I was just wishing for a nice soft bed, myself."

"You could have had one," she said regretfully. "You should be at a hotel with your friends right now."

Touching her chin with one finger, he gazed into her eyes and smiled. "I meant you and me. The only person I'm interested in being with is you, alone, somewhere private."

Kelsie inhaled. She felt the same way, secretly wondering if she was crazy. She barely knew this guy, but all she could think about was getting naked with him and wrapping their bodies around one another.

He hesitated. "Unless I misread your signals. Was it my imagination that you seemed to want me as much as I want you?"

"You didn't misread anything." She hung her head, embarrassed.

"Hey." He touched her chin again, lifting her face to meet his. "I know it seems fast, but we might not have a lot of time here, Kelsie. I want to make love with you."

"I don't know." She wanted it too, but quickie, one-night stands weren't usually her style.

"Have you ever been with a guy?" He mistook her hesitancy for something else. It made her laugh.

"Yeah. Jason Rutledge, star quarterback for the McPherson Bulldogs football team, after the Homecoming game. I let him score, and he went for the extra two points. It was a pretty great first time."

Tom laughed. "Was that your only time?"

"No. There've been a few others. I've never been with someone I just met hours before. And never with someone I probably won't see again. That's what has me uneasy."

"It's spring break! Weren't you prepared to go to Florida and have a little fun?"

"Um, yeah, with my cousin at Disney World. We're going to spend a couple days at Daytona Beach, but mostly we have a Mickey Mouse vacation planned." She gazed around the crowded airport. "Or we did have, anyway."

He squeezed her shoulders. "We can still salvage this vacation. You may miss a couple days at the happiest place on earth, but I'll bet I can make you pretty happy right here. I know a few things that Mr. Toad doesn't about wild rides."

Kelsie slapped his chest playfully. "You're nuts. I can't believe I cuddled with you all night long."

"Wait until you see what I have in mind for later." He raised his eyebrows up and down.

She grinned and shoved him away. "Sleep. All I can think about is getting some decent sleep. Maybe some coffee and something to eat."

"I need to use the john first." He stood, offering his hand and pulling her up.

"Go ahead, I can wait."

"Thank you." He took off for the bathroom and she glanced around. People were beginning to wake up, but no one was manning the ticket counter yet. Maybe they had time to eat before checking on their flights.

Tom returned and Kelsie grabbed her backpack, heading to the bathroom. She used the toilet then washed up, splashing water on her face and brushing her teeth. She looked and felt like hell, but it couldn't be helped. Sleeping, sitting up in an airport, did that to a person.

Tom waited for her outside in the lobby, and they returned to the restaurant for toast and coffee. When they'd finished, they strolled back to the ticket counter and waited for it to open. He looked around nervously, seeming to scope the place out.

"That security guard was right," she commented. "There are a lot of people patrolling here."

"Sure are," he replied, continuing to look around.

The clerk appeared and the ticket counter opened. Tom was first in line, and asked about their flights.

"The airport is still closed," the clerk told him. "Until the snow stops, we can't give you any information on when you'll be leaving."

"So we have to sit here and wait?" he asked incredulously. "We spent the whole damn night here, and we're no closer to leaving then we were yesterday."

"I'm exhausted," Kelsie tugged at his arm. "Can we find somewhere to sit?"

"One minute," he told her, and turned back to the clerk. "What happens when the airport reopens? Do our flights have priority over scheduled flights for today?"

The woman got a funny look on her face. "Actually, sir, they don't. We'll run the flights as they were scheduled today, and try to rebook all of yesterday's passengers on them somewhere. It might take a while to catch up."

He spoke slowly and firmly. "So you're telling me, when the airport reopens, we still have to sit around, waiting until you can rebook us on another flight?"

"We'll get to you as quickly as we can, sir. Some people on today's scheduled flights won't show up, so we'll fill their seats. People who went to hotels will be accommodated when they return. Those people sitting here waiting usually get the first seats out."

"So we could leave, and when we come back, you'll find us flights?"

"Yes sir. We don't even know when the airport will reopen at this point. We hope it'll be today." She shrugged.

Tom looked at Kelsie, and caught her mid-yawn. He turned back to the clerk. "We're exhausted. Sleeping on your floor isn't as great as we thought it would be. What are the chances of finding us a hotel room?"

"Probably pretty good. Lots of folks will check out this morning."

"Can you try, please?"

"Certainly. One room?"

He glanced at Kelsie again, then nodded to the clerk. "Yes. One room will be fine."

Deep Obsessions by Jenna Byrnes

Bobby made good on his promise to make amends. They dined at one of Urbana's most elite restaurants, Legittimo, an Italian ristorante—the name meant 'perfect'. Jade was touched by his thoughtfulness, and felt better about things as they were led to their table. At a small booth in the corner a candle glowed, throwing shadows off their tall wine glasses. A strolling musician stopped to serenade them, adding to the romantic ambiance.

She ordered seafood and he chose veal. He splurged and ordered both red and white wine. They ate, drank, and rubbed knees under the table.

"How was your day?" he inquired, keeping the focus of the evening on her. She noticed he hadn't mentioned his work once. It was the nicest evening she could remember in a long time.

"I had a very nice day. A few cuts, one perm, and Professor Quigley's wife came in for a foil-weave highlight. She's so funny, she made me laugh all afternoon. And vain—the woman is almost eighty, and still wants her hair styled to perfection."

"Wow, I can't imagine a woman being like that," he teased, smiling over his wine glass.

Jade chuckled. "Me either. The funny thing is she's trying to talk the professor into coming to see me for a haircut. His barber gives him a horrible comb over, and she thinks I could do better."

"I know you could. But he hardly has any hair, what would you charge him?"

"Are you kidding? Fifty bucks minimum. Seventy-five if he stares at my tits the whole time."

Bobby glanced at her revealing neckline and shook his head lustfully. "Might as well charge him the seventy-five. If he's human, he won't be able to resist." He licked his lips, and she smiled.

When he ordered dessert, he spoke quietly to the waitress so Jade couldn't hear. The woman nodded and left, leaving Jade watching Bobby expectantly. He merely smiled.

"What are you up to?" she inquired.

"Wait and see." His hand caressed her knee and moved slowly up her thigh.

Jade squirmed and scooted closer to him in the circular booth. If his hand moved high enough he'd discover she wasn't wearing panties, and they'd both get a thrill.

His fingers kneaded the fleshy part of her thigh. "Before I get carried away, I've got a surprise for you."

"On top of all this?" She glanced around. "Tonight's been perfect, baby. I don't need anything else." Flashing a grin, she added, "Unless it's jewelry."

He laughed. "Nope, not jewelry. I think it's even better." He pulled his hand back and removed an envelope from his jacket. "I'm taking you away. I arranged to get a week's vacation, starting the first of the month. That gives you two weeks to shuffle appointments and clear your schedule. We're going on a cruise."

"A cruise?" Jade squealed, looking at the tickets. "Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding. I've been neglectful, sweetheart, and I'm going to make it up to you. We're going to spend a week in paradise. We'll fly to Florida and cruise to Nassau, the Bahamas, St. Thomas, St. Maarten…seven days of sun, shopping—whatever you want to do." He raised his eyebrows up and down. "Of course, we don't ever have to leave our stateroom. It'll be completely up to you."

"Oh my God!" She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "I can't believe you've done this! I'm so excited."

"It's going to be fantastic, I promise." His eyes twinkled and Jade hugged his neck again. She had no doubt he was right. They'd never done anything this extravagant, but the timing felt perfect. It was something they both needed, and she was very excited.

The waitress reappeared, setting a plate in front of them. Jade smiled. A pile of luscious red strawberries was surrounded by a moat of whipped cream. The whole thing was covered in streaks of rich, dark chocolate. "Wow," she murmured.

"Thank you," he told the waitress, and she left. He wrapped one arm around Jade and raised a strawberry from the plate. Dipping it in foamy white cream, he brought it to her lips teasingly.

Jade opened her mouth for a bite but he touched it to her lip first, getting a dab of whipped cream on her mouth. She chuckled and he gave her the bite, and then finished the berry himself. With his free hand he rubbed a thumb over the spot on her lip seductively, and then licked the cream from his thumb.

Jade whimpered a soft moan.

With a satisfied smile, he fed her another half berry, finishing it himself. Dipping his index finger in whipped cream, he slid his hand under the table. "If I'm not mistaken…" he trailed off, his hand fumbling under her dress until he reached her soft pubic hair. "Ah, yes. Just as I suspected, no panties. Thank you for making this easier for me."

His hand parted her folds and Jade felt the cool whipped cream smear across her labia. She gasped as he painted her nether lips with foam, and then drove the finger inside her moist channel.

"This is going to taste so good later on," he said in a voice thick with desire. "In fact, I might drop my fork so I have to crawl under the table right now."

"Oh, Jesus," she breathed, wiggling her hips to encourage his finger's exploration.

"What do you think?" He drove the finger deep inside her pussy and she groaned.

"I think you'd better stop, or we're going to have a When Harry Met Sally moment, only it won't be a fake orgasm."

He chuckled and withdrew his hand. Sucking the slick finger into his mouth, he smiled at her seductively. "Mmm…"

Jade groaned again and picked up another strawberry. "We need to finish dessert, fast."

He nodded and grinned.

They ate a few more berries until she knew she couldn't take anymore teasing.

He paid the check and they barely made it to their car before he'd hiked up her little black dress and exposed her glistening sex.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless." He shoved her, ass first, into the back seat.

"Bring it on." Unfastening his belt, she tugged his trousers down frantically. She yanked at his briefs and they followed, his cock rampant and jutting forth. "Oh, yeah. I want that. Give it to me."

"You got it." He knelt on the seat between her thighs, grabbed his stiff rod and positioned it to enter her.

"Ouch!" Jade's head banged against the hard plastic handrail on the side door.

"You okay?"

"Yes, just cramped is all."

"We can go home and finish this—"

"No way!" she reached for his cock and pulled it forward. "Fuck me now! I can't wait any longer."

He eased his shaft to the tip of her opening. "You might hit your head again. I can't promise to be gentle."

"Just do it!" she growled, thrusting up to meet his cock. "Yes…" Jade purred as he entered her. "That's it."

"Please don't let the cops drive by," he muttered, finding his rhythm.

"The windows are fogged up," she panted. "We'll be fine." Jade didn't care if someone saw them. Sex in a public place was one of her turn-ons, and Bobby knew it. They'd come close to getting caught by the cops a few times, which it that much more exciting.

The Volvo rocked with their movements, but all she could concentrate on was the orgasm building inside her. "I'm close," she told him.

"Oh yeah," he encouraged. "Come on, baby. Let me feel it."

Her quivering vibrations began deep within, and when she peaked and cried out, spilled over into him.

Bobby groaned and shuddered, emptying a load of hot seed into her pussy. He shoved her hair away, sucking his way around her neck before planting a hickey on the back of it.

"Fucking-A," she murmured, the waves of her last orgasm flowing through her. Jade sighed, sated and satisfied with his apology.

"Like that?" He ground his hips against her lower belly one last time.

"Love that."