Illicit
Authors: Opal Carew
To Laurie, Here’s to rockin’ it as a team
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One
I do, too, have sexual fantasies.
Lindsay’s hands clenched into fists as she strode across the lobby. Leave it to her stepmother, Audrey, to assume Lindsay’s relationship with Glen had failed so miserably because Lindsay wasn’t adventurous enough in the bedroom.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell Audrey that the reason the relationship had ended so suddenly was because she’d walked in on the jerk in bed with two women. Anger still burned through her at the memory. It had happened weeks ago, but her discussion with Audrey over lunch had brought it all crashing back.
She sucked in a breath. Right now, all she wanted to do was get up to Jill’s apartment where she could kick back over a glass of wine and rant to her best friend.
She heard a
ding
and glanced up to see the elevator doors closing ahead.
“Wait,” she called and raced for the doors.
A man crossed in front of her and she weaved around him, then made a last dash for the elevator. Someone inside must have pushed the button because the doors opened again. Her high heel caught as she raced inside and she stumbled forward, landing face-first into a solid masculine chest. Hard. Rippled with smooth ridges. And naked.
“You okay?” the owner of the chest asked, as his strong hands grasped her shoulders and steadied her.
She turned around and gazed downward, nodding, her cheeks flushed.
“Yeah, sorry.”
The man and his two companions—at least she assumed they were all together—wore swimsuits and had towels in hand. There was a pool on the roof of the apartment building. Maybe they’d been to the gym and had worked up a sweat and were now heading up for a swim. She immediately realized the weight room was near the pool, so that didn’t make any sense, but she liked thinking about the hard-ridged muscles she’d felt when she’d fallen against Mr. X being strained and stretched while he pulled weights, his body glistening with sweat.
The three men were all ripped and solid. And tall. Her eyes were at shoulder level or below for all of them, though she wouldn’t look straight at them. She was too embarrassed at having stumbled into Mr. X on the way in. There was one other person in the elevator, a woman in a business suit who had a magazine in one hand and seemed to be reading it, but Lindsay noticed she kept glancing at the men with interest.
A few floors up the elevator stopped and a young guy in a T-shirt and jeans got on. The three men and Lindsay shifted to the side, pushing her closer to Mr. X.
“Hey, Connor. Travis. You must be busy packing for the move.”
“Just finished. We move out tomorrow morning,” one of Mr. X’s companions said. “Now it’s time for a swim.”
The man who initiated the conversation laughed as the elevator doors opened again. “Hope it goes well.” Then he disappeared down the hall as the doors closed.
A couple floors later, another four people got on. They exchanged polite hellos with the men as they pressed in closer to make room. With Mr. X in the corner and his friends beside her, Lindsay felt like she was surrounded by a wall of muscular male flesh. She could feel the heat of their bodies.
Tingles quivered through her and her imagination conjured delectable images.
Mr. X wrapped his hand around her waist and drew her tightly to his body as his lips brushed her neck. Then he turned her around while one of his friends stepped behind her. She felt both their hard bodies pressing against her. The third man stroked her hair, then nuzzled her ear as Mr. X claimed her lips with an eager passion, his tongue driving into her mouth.
Oh, God, the images were so hot her body began to ache with need. Imagining the feel of Mr. X’s solid body pressed to hers, a huge erection pushing against her, his friend behind her also sporting a raging hard-on that pushed against her ass, sent her hormones spinning out of control.
Lips traced along her neck, sending tingles fluttering along her spine.
The images changed and she felt all three of their naked bodies entwined with hers. Moving against her. Touching her everywhere. Kissing her everywhere. The sensations were muddled. She had no sense of what or how, just hard male bodies—sexy bodies—giving her intense pleasure.
The elevator doors opened and her eyelids flickered, then opened wide.
Oh, God, she’d lost track of what was going on around her. Only two other people remained in the elevator besides her and the three half-naked men, and those two people were getting off. The doors closed behind them and panic set in as she realized she was alone in the elevator with these Adonis-like specimens of manhood.
She stared at the elevator buttons, willing her floor to come up soon. Then she realized she was still standing close to them in the corner of a practically empty elevator, so she shifted forward a little.
She half expected Mr. X to draw her back, then pull her into his arms, then all of them to ravish her. Or, if she was stuck here much longer, she might ravish them.
Who said she didn’t have sexual fantasies? Though they’d never been this potent.
The elevator stopped and she impatiently waited for the doors to open, then she fled the small, confined space.
* * *
Erik watched the gorgeous young blonde woman hurry down the hall as the elevator doors closed, his gaze locked firmly on her deliciously swaying ass. He hadn’t gotten much of a look at her face, but her body was curved in all the right places. And her reactions to him and his two friends, Travis and Connor, had delighted him. She’d pretended not to notice them after their first interaction, but it was clear that she was totally mesmerized by their presence.
He was glad they’d decided to take this break from packing up Travis and Connor’s apartment to go for a swim.
“Damn, she was sexy as hell,” Connor said.
“True that,” said Travis.
Erik nodded absently. She was also sweet and a little shy. Had low self-esteem. And had a burning inferno of passion hidden deep inside. And he would love to be the one to let it loose. Along with Connor and Travis.
* * *
“I thought you were off men.”
Lindsay stopped swirling her fingertip around the rim of her wineglass and glanced at her best friend, Jill. Lindsay had just told her about the hot fantasies that had burst through her during the elevator ride.
“I’m not on them.” Her words immediately triggered a hot image of her straddling Mr. X. If his manhood was proportional to the rest of him, it would be huge. She could almost feel it, and couldn’t help imagining moving up and down on him.
Jill laughed. “Lindsay, you’re doing it again, aren’t you?”
Lindsay sent her friend a guilty glance. Her burning cheeks had to be a dead giveaway.
“Well, I can’t help it. Those guys were big and hot and … sexy. I barely got a glimpse of their faces, but they were ripped.”
Jill placed a bowl of cashews on the table, then sat down with her glass of wine.
“Well, hey, I didn’t say I disapprove. Maybe we should try to find out who these guys are.” She grinned. “I could ask around.”
“Someone mentioned their names. At least, two of them. Connor and … uh, Travis.”
“Connor and Travis? I know them. They hang out at the pool a lot and you know how I love to go swimming. They’re really nice guys.” Jill smiled. “As for the third man … there’s this other guy who visits them frequently and he’s just as smoking hot as they are. No wonder your imagination ran wild.” Her eyes twinkled. “You know, I could introduce you. Then maybe you could live out those hot fantasies.”
“Are you saying I should go off with three guys and have sex?”
Jill laughed. “Well, if the opportunity presented itself.”
Lindsay sipped her wine and laughed. “I think I’ll keep that particular fantasy just that. A fantasy.” She sipped her wine. “Oh, and speaking of fantasies, over lunch, Audrey accused me of not having sexual fantasies.”
“You’re kidding? Why would she even mention anything about”—Jill’s eyes widened and she held her hand in front of her mouth in mock mortification—“you know … sex!”
Lindsay giggled. “Well, I guess she’d rather go there than admit she’d been wrong.”
Audrey had set her up with Glen, insisting he was the perfect man for her. Since he was well-educated, made a lot of money, and was as handsome as sin, clearly in Audrey’s mind the fault had to lie with Lindsay.
In retrospect, Lindsay couldn’t believe she’d gone along with meeting him in the first place, but Audrey had been insistent and Lindsay had been suffering a dry spell in the romance department. In fact, she’d been out with a string of losers over the past few years. Was it just her, or did guys seem to be more interested in having regular sex than an actual relationship?
At first, Glen had seemed quite promising. Charming and attentive. After about six months, however, his interest seemed to wane and he became distant and increasingly critical. Lindsay was determined to make it work, though. Clearly, more determined than he was.
“Just remember. You decided a long time ago not to let what Audrey thinks get you down. If you listened to her, you’d have changed jobs long ago and moved farther out of the city so you could have a bigger apartment. But then you’d be living her idea of what your life should be, not yours.”
It was true. Her father might love the woman, and Lindsay would do her best to keep peace, but being raised by a woman who simply did not understand her had been hard. And Dad had never seemed to notice the strife between them. Now that she was an adult, she would do the occasional lunch with Audrey, but Lindsay had long ago given up on trying to make things work between them.
“You know,” Jill said with an impish grin on her face, “I think you should reconsider meeting Connor and Travis. I could set you up on a wild, sexy weekend with them. Afterward, you can shock the pants off Audrey by explaining that you decided to take her advice and then tell her all about it.”
“Jill, you’re terrible.” But Lindsay giggled anyway.
But the thought of those big, sexy bodies set her insides quivering. She was sure they would star in her dreams for a long time to come.
* * *
Three weeks later, Lindsay got off the bus and walked the block to her own apartment building. It was smaller and far less glamorous than her parents’, but she liked it.
She turned the key in her mailbox and pulled out the handful of envelopes from inside, then glanced through the small stack as she rode the elevator to her floor. A bill from the electric company, something from her dentist—probably reminding her about her next checkup, a couple of flyers, and …
How unusual.
She gazed at the linen envelope with a satin ribbon tied around it and only her first name written on the front. She didn’t recognize the handwriting, but it looked masculine. There was no return address.
She walked down the hall to her apartment and dropped her mail on the table in the small entryway while she took off her shoes, then picked up the envelope again. She untied the ribbon and pulled out a white card with the words “You are invited…” in silver letters on the front. She opened it to read the message in script inside.
To a magical fantasy weekend with three attentive men who will satisfy your every sexual whim.
This had to be a joke.
Below the message were details including the date, an address, and a map. The invitation was for next weekend and the address was downtown, right off the river.
Why would someone send her this? Then it occurred to her. Jill had kidded her for days about the elevator incident. This was probably from her. They’d been talking about setting up a girls’ weekend away for months now, but had never gotten around to it. It would be just like Jill to do something like this to make it happen. The fact that the location was right here in the city was odd, but maybe Jill had found a good deal on a vacation condo or something and had set up a staycation. Whatever her friend had planned, Lindsay hoped it involved a day spa and a nice long massage.
She peered in the envelope and found a key card inside. A little yellow sticky note said “Unit 2101.” Jill had a friend who asked her to house-sit her condo sometimes. Jill had probably asked if she could borrow the place to make it feel like a real weekend getaway.