Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 by Mara Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

from steel. Above intense brown eyes, commanding eyebrows darkened his expression, and his gaze bored into her, scorching hot, like he wanted her—for real.
    He was a good actor. She’d give him that.
    She accepted his offered handshake, and as his hand engulfed hers, scalding heat shot lightning straight to her belly. The man had big hands.
    Trying to hide her reaction, she reclaimed her fingers. “And you’re Jake?”
    “At your service,” he replied.
    Service . A tremor traced through her. What was she doing? She never imagined she’d ever pay for sex, and certainly never for what she’d hired this Jake guy to do, but refusing to let doubt encroach, she casually strolled past him and into the luxurious room with its floor-to-ceiling view of the Las Vegas strip. Light from her Cirque show’s neon sign flashed through the window and painted her skin, as if it were taunting her, reminding her of the dare.
    Adam and Gwen were wrong. Control freak? No way. She was simply good at her job. She stage-managed a huge production, with hundreds of artists’ and stagehands’ lives in her hands twice a day. Control was her job. It did not define her.
    She turned away from the view and stepped toward a small sitting area. Past that, she spotted an armoire, a pretty Japanese-style screen, and a huge bed. On the far side of the bed lay a set of double doors. Was this a suite? The bedding was turned down, and she crossed the room to set her hand on the crisp, white fabric. As she bent forward, something brushed her neck.
    She tensed. But realizing it was just her hair, she stifled a laugh and tucked the ponytail escapees behind her ears. Her nerves were worse than she’d expected. “What’s the agency’s refund policy again?”
    “Deana,” he answered, “until you say the magic words, you have no obligation beyond your deposit. Would you like to leave?”
    “It was just a question. I’m fine.” She ran her hands over her black jersey dress, which clung to her body like paint, wishing she’d worn something looser.
    He nodded. “Do you remember what I need to hear before we begin?”
    “Yes. ‘Let’s proceed.’ Right?”
    “Are you saying it now?” Jake’s voice seemed steeped in heat—like he thought it could melt her. It was working.
    “I’m...”
    “There’s no rush,” he said. “Take your time.”
    “I’ll say it again—when I’m certain.” Who was she kidding? She was all in. She never backed down from a challenge—ever—and she couldn’t lie to Adam and Gwen and pretend she’d gone through with this fantasy. That would be cheating, plus they knew her too well.
    She banished her second thoughts by reminding herself that nothing about this was real.
    Jake, if that was his real name, worked for a place called Fantasies Unleashed, and the company name said it all. This was a fantasy, pure and simple, and despite the nature of the encounter she’d purchased, she was the one in charge. She was the customer. She held all the power. There was no reason for nerves. She wouldn’t really be giving up control.
    Composure restored, she watched as Jake undid his leather jacket, releasing the buttons one by one. His fingers worked purposefully, leisurely, like the overture to a striptease, and when the jacket slipped off his shoulders to fully reveal his shape, her gaze roamed over his broad chest, his tapered waist and hips, and the promising bulge in his jeans. Even clothed in denim and a tight black t-shirt, Jake could have walked off the cover of a men’s fitness magazine or the set of a Hollywood action movie. And unless the agency had Photoshopped his profile pics, his cock was fully proportional.
    It didn’t take much to visualize this man naked beneath her; to imagine how the intensity in his eyes would deepen; how the veins in his neck and temples would rise and throb; how his chest and shoulders would flex; or how his strong lips would grimace as she rode him to her climax. She knew how to