One night…one fantasy for hire…one sizzling case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online — a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr. M. shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that…
She sucked his thumb just like it was his thick, pulsing cock. He closed his eyes and she tasted every part of his digit, nipping at the base then flicking over the tip. With his eyes shut, she admired his handsome features more fully.
The hard contours of his square jaw, with the scruff of brown and blond stubble along his chin, made her ache for his thrillingly rough attentions. She watched his neck muscles as they grew taut and flexed with each flick of her tongue. She was turning him on and she knew it.
It was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and she responded by clenching her lips tight around his thumb and sucking the tip, hard.
His eyes flashed open and he pulled her to him, his wet finger glistening as it slipped from her mouth.
“Oh, yeah, that mouth of yours is good, Mrs M...” he said, his hands trailing lower, grabbing her ass.
Pulling her to close to him, he slipped his fingers between her thighs and she knew he could feel just how ready she was for round three. Round three. Fantasies Inc. definitely delivered. She’d have to thank Tara for that in the morning.
He pushed her backward onto the gold velvet couch, making her robe fan out around her, revealing her naked body, exposed and waiting for more. She flushed as he grazed her pussy when he parted her legs and pressed her fully down onto the couch, the crush of soft fabric welcoming her as his eyes feasted on her curves.
Lowering himself to her, he took his time, rubbing his tempting torso along her curves, his cock erect once again. This man was truly amazing. A little sustenance and he was on to more...
He kissed her neck, nuzzling his lips along her earlobes. She quivered and cried out— his touch was so tender and erotic at the same time. He nipped at her jaw before moving lower, kissing a path to her breasts.
“My...these are beautiful too...it’s not just your mouth,” he said, his words trailing off when he found a nipple and slipped it between his hot lips.
Delight rippled through her as he sucked and teased her, one nipple at a time.
The shrill ring of the phone broke her reverie. He paused and looked up at her.
“The answering machine will get it,” she said, pulling his tousled head down to her aching breasts, eager for his hot, wet mouth again.
“Umm.” He growled, his thick erection pressing close to her slit, taunting her, teasing her, as he nibbled and nipped at her tawny buds.
The squeal of the answering machine kicked in then her brief but familiar recorded greeting echoed across the living room, followed by a loud beep and a man’s voice.
“Miss Simmons...I’m so sorry to bother you...this is Adrian...from the...agency.”
Agency? What agency? And what were they doing call her so late? Oh well, whoever it was would leave a message and she’d call them back later.
The vacant sound of the pause at the other end of the line, of whoever it was waiting for her to pick up, reverberated in the quiet room. When she didn’t pick up, the voice, this Adrian...whoever he was, continued on tentatively.
“I’m afraid there’s been an inexcusable error on our part,” the polite male voice sounded. “It seems your request was filled for tomorrow night instead of tonight...”
“What are they talking about?” Ainsley jumped up, pushing Mr R off her. She quickly pulled her robe over her shoulders. “I’d better get that. It’s about you,” she said.
The voice on the machine still carried on with details as she hurried to the pick up the phone at the other end of the living room.
“Hello?” she answered anxiously, with her robe barely draped over her shoulders. Her guest shot her a quizzical look from across the room.
“Yes, Miss Simmons?” the voice at the other end of the phone inquired. “This is Adrian, from Fantasies Inc.”
“Yes, I know who it is,” she said, giving Mr R a knowing nod to reassure him all was well. “What seems to be the problem?”
“We are so sorry, I cannot express my sincere apologies, but there has been a terrible mix up. It seems your fantasy request was filled for tomorrow night instead of tonight. We just noticed the error and wanted to call right away so you weren’t waiting for the gentleman to arrive.”
Confused, she instinctively turned her back to Mr R, her mind reeling. But her guest was here.
In the flesh. In her living room. What on earth were they talking about?
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