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  As she slipped between the sheets she wondered if he’d be a willing participant in her challenge or would he consider her too old?

  God, she prayed he didn’t reject her.

  Slipping her hand under the covers she dipped a finger into her hot, wet pussy lips. Tonight there would be no prolonging the climax. She reached for the vibrator and slid it in. She turned it on high. Gliding it in and out, she dragged it up against her clit. It hummed against her throbbing nub sparking tingling sensations.

  She eased it back inside, with her other hand she rubbed her clit. Moving her hips in the steady rhythm of her pink toy, she allowed the orgasm to take over her body. It consumed her. She shuddered into an intense climax.

  Satisfied, but unfulfilled, she climbed out of bed and puttered to the bathroom. After cleaning off the vibrator she returned it to its resting place. Slipping back into bed for the night, she closed her eyes and prayed tomorrow would have a better outcome. She hoped Lucky would satisfy that dull ache that wouldn’t go away with her battery-operated friend.

  Chapter Two

  Marcy fiddled with the hem of her black dress. She wondered for the hundredth time if she was overdressed. She normally came to her appointments in jeans and a tee. God, she hated feeling so vulnerable. She felt like an awkward teen waiting for her date to take her to the prom. Would Lucky think she had a hot date later? That wouldn’t be good. She wanted him to be her hot date, though dinner and movie weren’t on her agenda. Hot sex for long hours was all she could think about. She dreamed about her fingers caressing his hard cock, teasing him.

  She groaned. If he didn’t take the bait, she didn’t know what she would do. She was a strong independent woman. She could do this. He wasn’t going to reject her. What man his age wouldn’t be thrilled to be propositioned by her?

  “Lots.”

  “Excuse me?” Yvette, the receptionist asked.

  “Nothing,” Marcy said embarrassed. She had to stop worrying. If it didn’t work out she’d go home and email Elizabeth. No harm done.

  Feeling a little more relaxed she smiled when Lucky appeared through the frosted glass doors.

  “Hi.” He flashed a grin, one that probably charmed many women and melted tons of hearts.

  “Hi.” She turned her gaze away from him and felt her cheeks flushing. Jesus, this wasn’t high school. How was she going to seduce him when she couldn’t even look him in the eyes?

  “How are you?” He placed his hand gently on the small of her back, as he led her to the room they’d be using.

  “Pretty good.” Better if you used that hand between my legs tonight. Heat coursed through her body.

  He opened the door and motioned for her to enter.

  “Thanks.” Again she looked down at the floor.

  “Go ahead and get comfortable. I’ll be back in a few moments.”

  “Okay.”

  Marcy removed her dress in record time. She hung the black bra on the back of the door along with her dress. She didn’t have any panties to remove. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, before edging her body onto the table. She settled on her back, pulling the blanket up covering her chest.

  Taking a deep breath she smoothed out the covers. She closed her eyes and let the soft music relax her nerves. She couldn’t believe how tense she was over the idea of potentially seducing her massage therapist.

  The music seeped into her soul and she was transported to the rain forest. The sound of water had her imagining a waterfall in the distance, exotic birds sang and wild animals could be heard in the background. The temperature of the room was cool, helping her overheated body.

  She was calm thanks to Lucky’s choice of music.

  There was a light tap against the door before he entered.

  “All set?” he whispered.

  “Mmmm.” She was ready for more than the massage.

  He moved about the room getting his oils together. It was the same routine every week, except this week she knew she was going to make him an offer she hoped he couldn’t refuse.

  The stool rolling across the floor invaded her thoughts. He sat at the head of the table and began massaging her temples.

  “Rough week?” he asked.

  “A bit.”

  “How did your mother’s surgery go?”

  She loved that he remembered things she told him. He probably did for all his clients, but it made her feel special.

  “It went well, thanks.”

  “Is there anything that needs special attention this week?”

  Besides my pussy?

  “Umm, my right shoulder is a little tender. I’ve been stocking shelves more than usual this week.”

  “Don’t you have someone who can do that for you?”

  His concern was endearing.

  “I do, but he had some family issues he needed to attend to this week. He’ll be back next week.”

  “I don’t know how you run that grocery store all by yourself.”

  Honestly she didn’t either. Sometimes she thought about selling it and getting a regular nine to five job. Occasionally she dreamed about a job that didn’t come home with her every night. Being available 24/7 grew tiring after awhile. At least when Dan had been around he’d helped out a little.

  “It’s not always easy, but I enjoy having my own company.”

  “I can understand that. And your love life.”

  She laughed. He asked the same question every week. Every week she had the same response.

  “What love life?”

  “A woman like you has needs, Marcy. You shouldn’t stay celibate just because your ex left you.”

  “I’m not looking to stay celibate. In fact I’m hoping to change that real soon.”

  “How?”

  Was he challenging her to reveal her deep, dark, desires?

  His hands moved over her cheekbones and she closed her eyes again.

  “What are you going to do to change things, Marcy?” He nudged her.

  Her stomach flip-flopped. This was the opening she was hoping for. He was asking her to tell him. She sucked in a deep breath and released it.

  Fine. If he wanted to know she’d tell him.

  “Well, I’ve decided I want to take a lover. No strings attached. I’m not in the market for a relationship. I want down-and-dirty sex.”

  “Go on.” His fingers moved to her shoulders where he worked out the kinks in her neck.

  “My fantasy lover will like to experiment.”

  “Experiment how?”

  “He’ll like to surprise me with different things. Whether it is with toys or sneaking up on me from behind and taking what he wants. I want someone who will keep me on my toes.”

  “That sounds simple enough. I’m sure guys will be lining up at your door ready to please you.”

  “Ha! We both know there are no guys out there who fit the bill. Especially one who’d want to be used for sex by an old lady.”

  “Why do you always put yourself down?”

  Why did she? She was pretty for her age. She worked out daily. She hydrated her body with the recommended dose of water. At night she applied night cream under her eyes, the kind that promised to keep wrinkles at bay. So far it was working and she wasn’t showing signs of brown bags either. She could pass for thirty-five easily. Not many men suspected she was forty-one.

  “I don’t know, Lucky. I’m not out there enough to find the perfect lover. I’m always working, and when I’m not, I’m too tired to get out and meet someone. Besides, I’m not huge into the bar scene. Where else would I meet someone?”

  “You have a point there. So do you have any other requests from this fantasy lover?”

  Should she be bold and tell her what her biggest fantasy was? What the heck. She’d told him more than she’d imagined having the nerve for. There was nothing to lose now. Besides, if he was the one for her he’d have to be game for her fantasy too.

  “I hope you don’t find me offensive, but I wouldn’t mind being with
two guys.”

  He let out a whistle.

  “You think I’m some sort of slut don’t you?”

  He laughed.

  “No Marcy. I could never think of you as a slut. We’re talking fantasy as you said. Weren’t you the one who said this lover didn’t exist?”

  “Yes.” But damn it she wanted him to exist. She wanted Lucky to be that lover. Apparently he wasn’t taking the bait.

  Feeling it was best to leave it alone she didn’t say any more. Lucky must have sensed her uneasiness because he didn’t ask any more questions. He continued the massage in silence.

  By the time he was done Marcy was convinced she’d made a mistake confessing to Lucky. He hadn’t inched his fingers close to her pussy this time. Maybe it had all been her imagination. Maybe she’d misread him.

  “Get dressed and I’ll be waiting for you outside with some water.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  Disappointment and dread consumed her as she lay there. He wasn’t interested. She should’ve known better. What was she thinking believing someone Lucky’s age would be interested in an old goat like her? Now what was she going to do? She couldn’t come back here and face him for her weekly massages. Shit, how was she going to face him once she put her clothes on and walked out the door?

  She groaned. This was one huge mistake. Why the fuck had she emailed Elizabeth and asked to be challenged? She had no business looking for sex from her massage therapist.

  Ready to face the music, she climbed off the table and grabbed her clothes. She placed them on the table. With hesitation she started to slide her bra on. The longer she prolonged the inevitable, the less humiliated she’d feel.

  “Marcy?” Lucky rapped on the door. “Are you dressed?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Sure.” She wasn’t sure why he needed to come back in but she allowed him.

  He entered carrying a clipboard.

  “Here read and sign this.”

  “What is it?” Now she was confused. She’d never signed any documents after her massages.

  “It’s a release form. I can’t be your massage therapist any longer.”

  “What? Why?” This couldn’t be happening. Why was he dumping her? Hopefully not because of her stupid fantasy.

  “Because I’m going to be your lover. I’m gonna make all your fantasies come true.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Only if you sign this release. If we’re gonna enter into a sexual relationship I can’t continue to keep you as a client, especially if you’re paying me. It’s unethical.”

  “Oh.” What would she do about a massage therapist? She enjoyed Lucky. He knew her body. She wasn’t sure she wanted someone new, but having someone new had an upside. It meant Lucky was making her fantasies come true. It meant orgasms and sex.

  “Hand me that clipboard and show me where to sign.”

  Relief washed over Lucky. He’d taken a huge risk propositioning her, but he couldn’t imagine another guy fulfilling her wishes. He knew he had no other choice but to offer himself. He’d lusted over her long enough, now he wanted to show her what being with a real man felt like. A man whose only concern was her pleasure, her climax.

  “So would you like to start tonight?” She handed him the signed form.

  “Absolutely. Let’s go upstairs to my apartment. You can shower and freshen up or I can cover you with more oils and massage you in all the right places.” His cock grew hard thinking about her pussy wrapped around him.

  “Maybe a quick shower. We’ll see.”

  “Wait here. I’ll return this to the front and come back for you.”

  “I’ll be here.”

  Lucky left the room and rushed to form to the front.

  “I’m calling it a night, Yvette.”

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  With a swing in his step Lucky returned to Marcy.

  “Ready?” He held out a hand.

  “Let’s do it!”

  Lucky waited while she showered. He gave her a robe to wear when she was done. Once he heard the water stop he gave her a few minutes and then headed into the spare room where he’d told her she could get dressed.

  “Don’t make another move.”

  The feel of terrycloth against her naked body surprised her. She hadn’t heard him enter the room. Now here he was in a bathrobe pressed against her.

  “Lucky?” She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but was afraid he’d leave her high and dry if she did.

  “I’ll take this,” he said, pulling the bra from her hand and tossing it on the chair.

  She felt the robe slip from his body. He leaned his naked body against hers and cold metal pressed against her back, chilling the skin. Did he have nipple rings? She couldn’t think about that right now. Her only thoughts were that he understood her needs after all. He would be the one to give her exactly what she’d asked for.

  “Bend over the table,” he instructed.

  His voice was direct and demanding, yet soft. Her heart pounded. Her pussy filled with juices. This was the excitement she’d wanted, the charge she’d craved.

  “What are you going to do to me?” She tried sounding innocent, but lust filled her.

  “I’m going to fuck that pussy. I’m gonna have you begging for more.” His hot breath assaulted her neck. Her skin prickled with desire.

  She felt his hard cock against the small of her back.

  “But…” But what? Why the hell was she considering complaining? He was offering her one of her fantasies.

  “Quiet. I want you to bend over the table. No more questions.” He slapped her ass cheek. “Understood.”

  She pushed the sheet, along with her clothing that was sitting on the table, aside. Quickly she leaned over.

  “Very good. Now I understand you want someone who will take control and give you more orgasms than you can stand?”

  “Uh-huh.” She swallowed. Was he going to make her motor hum?

  “Then I’m the man for you. I’ll give you more pleasure than you thought possible.”

  She shivered. This was what she wanted. Lucky.

  His hand slid between her quivering thighs.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes,” she huffed. Her entire body filled with arousal. It’d been so long since she’d had a man really touching her body. Every ounce of blood rushed to her pussy, which begged to be fucked.

  “Good. Now spread those legs for me.”

  Her breath quickened, but Marcy did as he asked. She opened her legs wide, anticipating him sliding his cock between them.

  “Very good.” His finger dipped into her folds, her juices coating him.

  He reached for her clit and rolled it.

  She gasped. The urge to climax overpowered her body.

  “Go ahead,” he cooed. “You can come all over my hand.”

  He pinched the bud between his fingers as his thumb charged into her.

  The slight pain mixed with his thumb inside her sent her reeling over the edge. She attempted to clutch onto the table, but there was nothing for her to grip. She let her body collapse as it shuddered into the most delicious orgasm.

  He moved her hair out of her face.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m more than okay. I’m fabulous.” She smiled.

  “Stay put. I’m just getting started.” The sound of foil ripping overpowered the sound of her heart thumping in her ears.

  This was it. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. Marcy was going to get Lucky tonight. And oh yes, the pun was intended. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed they’d be having sex so soon. She expected they’d discuss the idea and possibly do the deed another time, but shit, she wasn’t complaining. She’d take him here and now.

  His hand on the small of her back brought her desire to the forefront. His touch burned her skin. It set her soul on fire.

  He moved closer and wedged his penis to
her opening. He latched on to her hips and pushed his way inside.

  She moaned, pushing her ass down to take him in deeper. She didn’t wait for her walls to adjust to him. She rushed to have him filling her completely.

  “My cock is burning from the heat of your juices.”

  “I need you,” she whispered. She knew she sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. She needed to climax again and again. His cock widened, stretching her walls. They contracted against him, ready to burst into another orgasm.

  “I’m going to explode,” she declared.

  “That’s it. Soak me with your sweet honey.” He pumped into her deeper. “Let it out for me.”

  She did. Her pussy clenched onto him, covering him in her juices, as she exploded into another orgasm.

  “Can you straighten up a bit?” he asked.

  She was trying to catch her breath, her legs were weak.

  “I’m not sure. I’ll give it a try.”

  “It’s okay. Slide up on the table.”

  He removed his penis leaving her feeling lost and lonely. With help from Lucky she climbed her weary limbs on to the table, settling on her back.

  Her breathing resumed to normal. Sweat sprinkled her body. Shock filled her as she realized she’d experienced not one, but two incredible orgasms. And from the looks of things Lucky was going for a record.

  He lifted his muscular body on top of the table, hovering over her. He smiled and melted her heart.

  God, he was sexy and for tonight he was all hers.

  “Ready?”

  Biting her lower lip, she nodded.

  Marcy’s body charged with electricity. It was time for her to get laid.

  She spread her legs, inviting him in.

  Ignoring the invitation, he bent and took her nipple between his lips. He tugged on the tiny bud until it hardened under his touch. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the sensations coursing through her body. Fire ignited in her pussy. It begged for him to be inside her again.

  Licking his way across her chest he moved to the other nipple. His tongue teased until it too was hard. Slowly he kissed down her chest to her stomach, lingering just over her clit.