by Kayne, Kandi
Love Me Tonight
We hope you enjoy these four Valentine’s Day stories by Orly Press authors.
EROTIC ROMANCE - These erotic stories contain explicit sex scenes, and are intended for an adult audience.
Story #1 - Hunting Luke - Cassia Leo
Luke and Brina are looking forward to their first entire day alone together since becoming parents. For Valentine’s Day, Luke sends his wife Brina on a sexy scavenger hunt. The surprises keep getting better, but Brina wonders if parental guilt will spoil her hunt for Luke. (This story takes place after the events of Cassia Leo’s erotic romance series, LUKE.)
Story #2 - Green-Eyed Angel in Paris - Catou Martine
Laine, an art museum director, takes her broken heart to Paris. She’s looking for Mona Lisa, but finds an angel. His name is Colin, and he’s a green-eyed Englishman who seems to know exactly what Laine truly wants.
Story #3 - The Red Shoe Affair - Kandi Kayne
A girl can dream! She can save up all her money for a trip to Paris, and allow herself one night at the Georges Cinq, in a room fit for a princess. And when that girl locks herself out of her room by accident, she can meet the mysterious, handsome man across the hall.
Story #4 - Falling Away - Mimi Strong
Tessa, a widow, visits a new hair salon, where she meets a handsome man whose touch transforms her.
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Story #1
Hunting Luke
by Cassia Leo
http://cassialeo.com
Copyright © 2013. All rights reserved.
This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without expressed written permission from the author; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.
All characters and events appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
NOTE: This short story takes place after the events of Cassia Leo’s Luke series.
Hunting Luke
by Cassia Leo
1
When you’re married to a billionaire, you come to dread special occasions that require the giving of gifts. My first Christmas with Luke, before we were married, I was six months pregnant so I was given a pass on doing anything too extravagant or adventurous. I was eight months pregnant and on bed rest for our first Valentine’s Day, so I spent the day being pampered at home. But last Christmas, our first as a married couple, was a nightmare. What do you get a billionaire for Christmas?
I didn’t get Luke anything last Christmas. I lugged Lucas, Jr., and the new bodyguard Luke insisted I take with me everywhere, around to every shopping center in Seattle. Nothing seemed good enough or original enough for Luke. Every merchant I spoke to gave me the same tired suggestions: a watch engraved with something meaningful, tickets to see his favorite sports team, a bottle of his favorite expensive bourbon. It was all so clichéd. And between Lucas screaming in one ear and photographers screaming in my other ear, shopping for Luke quickly became a nightmare. I didn’t know how people did this with more than one child.
This Valentine’s Day would be different. I wasn’t pregnant. Lucas would be spending three days at my mother’s house—our first time away from him in the ten months since he was born. Most importantly, my gift required no shopping.
I unbuckled Lucas’s car seat and heaved it out of the backseat of my Honda without waking him. Lucas liked riding in my Honda better than any of Luke’s luxury cars. Luke said this was a sign that Lucas would be as crazy as me.
I pulled open the screen door then opened the front door of my parents’ house.
“Honey, is that you?” my mother yelled from the kitchen, and Lucas didn’t even stir.
She came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel as she raced across the living room. Her eyes widened as she glimpsed Lucas sleeping in his car seat.
“Oh, he’s asleep,” she whispered, as she kissed my cheek. “I wanted to hold him.”
“Trust me. You should take advantage of this bit of peace while it lasts,” I whispered. “He’s been very cranky the past two days.” I placed the diaper bag on the floor and squatted down to rummage though it. “His doctor prescribed this probiotic. You put ten CCs in his morning and nightly bottle. Just two times a day. Please don’t forget.”
She nodded as I handed her the bottle. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Your father and I did this twice.”
“Yeah, like, twenty-four years ago. Please call me if you have any questions or if he gets a fever. Check his temperature at least twice a day, please. I have a digital ear thermometer in here,” I said, tapping the diaper bag with my foot.
“Honey, he’s going to be fine.”
“Of course, he’s going to be fine,” my father said, as he stalked across the kitchen floor into the living room.
I held my index finger up to my mouth and nodded toward Lucas. “He’s sleeping.”
My father kissed my cheekbone then gazed down at his grandson. “He’ll be fine. I’m going to teach him how to throw a football tomorrow.”
My stomach twisted with guilt as I thought of walking out the front door and driving away without Lucas. He wasn’t just my precious little boy; he was my companion. We did everything together for the past ten months. I needed him as much as he needed me.
I gave Lucas one more kiss on his fuzzy head before my father herded me toward the front door. “Go on. It’s almost my bedtime,” he said.
I stepped outside and took one last glance at Lucas before I descended the porch steps. “Bye, Dad.”
“Bye, pumpkin.”
When I walked into the bedroom, I heard the shower running. Luke must have just gotten home from the office. I really wanted him to go with me to drop off Lucas, but he was working on a new project and had been working long hours for the past five weeks. Sometimes he didn’t make it home until almost midnight. It was definitely taking a toll on us.
I pulled off my damp trench coat and laid it across the bench near the window then I went into the bathroom. The room was so steamy I could hardly see. Luke loved his showers extra hot, just like him. I closed the door behind me and opened the shower door.
Luke was rinsing the soap off his face so he didn’t see me right away. I gazed at him as the water slid over his strong arms and rock hard chest. I stopped when I laid eyes on his beautiful cock.
“Getting any ideas?” he said, and my eyes shot up to his smiling face. “Get in, baby.”
I undressed quickly and stepped into the shower. “It’s almost ten o’clock at night,” I said, as I leaned my head back to wet my hair.
Luke squirted a few pumps of body wash into his palm and worked up a lather. He placed his soapy hands on each side of my neck and rubbed his way down to my shoulders then back up to my neck. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. His lips tasted so clean and, as his tongue slid into my mouth, his erection slid up my abdomen.
His hands slid down to wrap around my waist and pull me closer as he kissed my throat. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Josh found a bad line of code.”
I clutched his hair as his hand massaged my breast, creating a pulsating need in my center. “Is it too much to ask that you come home in time to have dinner with us?”
His hand slid down my belly and deep into my folds. He sunk two fingers inside me and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me. He pulled out and caressed my clit softly as his mouth crushed mine again.
He breathed heavily as he stroked me with one hand and kept his other arm wrapped firmly around my waist.
“No, it’s not too much to ask,” he muttered into my mouth.
“Oh, god!” I cried, as my knees began to buckle from the intense waves of pleasure crashing through me. “You’ll do it?”
I leaned my head back and he watched as I writhed with every flick of his finger. When I couldn’t take anymore, he picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he pinned me against the shower wall. His cock slid into me and I whimpered as he hit my core.
“Oh, Brina,” he growled, as he sunk in and out of me. “You know I’ll do anything for you, baby.”
“Harder.”
He pounded into me, stretching me and grinding against my clit.
“Harder!” I cried.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, as he kissed me deeply.
His hands gripped my ass firmly and I tightened myself around his cock as he hammered me against the wall. He raked his teeth over my bottom lip as he slid out of me then thrust his tongue into my mouth as he slid in.
I threw my head back as I began to tremble with the beginnings of another orgasm. “Oh, Luke. Don’t stop.”
“Baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet.”
He slowed his pace and pressed me hard against the shower wall so he could slide one finger over my clit.
“Oh, yes!”
“You like that?”
“Oh, my god!” I moaned, as I nodded. “Yes, yes.”
He pulled his fingers away and ground against me a few more times before we exploded together. I could feel him shaking from carrying me, but he made no move to put me down.
“I want to live inside you,” he said.
He kissed me tenderly as he softened and slid out of me. He set me down on the shower floor gently then he slid down onto one knee and began to lift my leg.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.”
Three orgasms in one night. If this was what I had to look forward to for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, I might have to ask my parents to babysit more often.
2
“Okay, this is the first clue. Don’t open it until I leave. Understand?”
Luke handed me a red envelope sealed with a gold heart-shaped sticker. He kissed my cheek then hopped into his car and drove out of the gate. When the gate closed behind him, I peeled off the gold sticker and pulled out a photograph. It was a picture of the two of us on Luke’s boat on our wedding day. He said each picture was a clue to a location. Each location had a gift waiting for me. I was up for a little scavenger hunt if it meant I got to find Luke when it was all over.
When I pulled into the parking lot at the marina, I wasn’t surprised to find my bodyguard, Perry, standing next to his car waiting for me. I pulled into the parking spot next to him and he automatically came around to the driver’s side to open my door.
“Good morning, Mrs. Maxwell,” he said as he helped me out of the car.
I couldn’t convince the guy to call me Brina. I finally figured out it was because Luke told him he wasn’t allowed to call me by my first name. He didn’t want Perry to get too friendly with me. Luke didn’t fly into fits of rage or argue with me much, but he could be terribly possessive at times. One look at Perry Thompson and one could understand why Luke would hesitate to allow me to get too personal with him.
He was six feet plus two inches of pure muscle, with brown skin that gleamed in the sunlight—not that there was any today. February in Seattle was pretty bleak. It hadn’t started raining yet, but it would before the day was out.
Perry led me to Luke’s boat and helped me up the gangway, all the while glancing around to remain vigilant of photographers. The paparazzi didn’t bother us much while we were dating because Luke was an expert at evading them, but after we married everything changed. The latest story was that I was pregnant again and our marriage was on the rocks. I laughed it off, but Luke didn’t find it very funny. When a photographer got a picture of me sunbathing topless on the deck of Luke’s sailboat—in the middle of the ocean!—Luke took action and hired Perry the next day.
I wandered around the deck, trying to imagine where Luke would hide a clue, then it hit me. I descended the steps into the cabin and Luke was standing next to the bed with his hands behind his back and wearing a cunning smile.
“The hunt is over already?” I asked, as I walked toward him.
He dropped his hands from behind his back and held out another red envelope. “Not yet. This is a clue for where to find your gift on the boat, but I have another gift I want to give you before you begin your search.”
He clasped his hand around my nape and exposed my neck to him. He kissed my neck then worked his way down to the valley between my breasts.
“I’m worried about Lucas,” I said. “My mom hasn’t called.”
“He’s fine.” He pulled my dress up and I raised my arms so he could pull it off. “You won’t need this today,” he whispered, before he took my nipple into his mouth.
He sucked gently, stoking the fire between my legs, then he laid me down on the bed and I watched in the mirror above us as he slipped my panties off. I smiled as he slid down, and his hot lips covered my clit. I looked down as he pulled his head back and looked up into the mirror above us. He moved his head to the side and smirked as he caught a glimpse of me in the mirror.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, before he buried his face in me again.
His tongue swirled around my clit, massaging me, and flicking me in a slow, delicious rhythm. I let out a deep sigh as my body relaxed. He thrust his tongue inside me a few times, and I gasped as he licked his way back up to my swollen nub.
“Keep going,” I begged.
He sucked me gently then thrust two fingers inside me as he lightly tickled my clit bringing me down hard into a shattering orgasm. He kept his mouth on me and his fingers inside me until I begged him to stop.
He chuckled as he slid over me and kissed me hard. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs. Maxwell.” He stood from the bed then picked up at the red envelope I dropped on the floor. “I’ll see you at the final stop. It shouldn’t take you long to get there.”
I opened the red envelope and found a picture of the inside of a drawer with a key lying inside. I recognized it as the inside of the drawer in the small galley kitchen on the boat. I didn’t bother getting dressed as I plodded into the kitchen and began opening drawers. The third drawer I opened had the key.
It was a simple gold key. It could be used for anything: a house, an office, a safe. That was it. Luke had a safe on the boat. I made my way back past the bed and toward the seating area. I lifted one of the cushioned seats and stuck the key in the safe. I heaved open the door and found a plain white box tied with a red satin ribbon.
I pulled the box out, locked the safe, and replaced the cushion. When I opened the box, I found a beautiful cream knee-length organza dress with a red leather belt. The belt did not go with the strappy silver wedges I’d worn with the black dress Luke just pulled off me, but if this was what he wanted me to wear I could sacrifice a bit of fashion sense just today—especially after the glorious orgasm he just gave me.
I changed quickly then opened another red envelope I’d found tucked in the folds of the dress. This one contained a picture of Greene’s Coffee and Tea: the location of our first date.
3
When Perry pulled into the parking lot at Greene’s, I told him to wait in the car. I would only be a minute.
I entered the café and instantly felt out of place in my fancy dress. After a few seconds where everyone ogled me, they issued their standard greetings. At least everyone here still called me Brina. Nine months married to Luke and I still hadn’t gotten used to being Mrs. Maxwell so, of course, Luke found every opportunity to call me by my married name.
“Hi, Brina,” Lany called out to me from behind the café counter.
S
he was actually smiling and waving a red envelope over her head. Lany got over her jealousy of my relationship with Luke once we got married and she realized there was absolutely no chance, not a million years, that she would ever get her hands on him.
I guess I could be a bit possessive of Luke as well.
“Hi, Lany,” I said, as I reached the counter and took the envelope from her hand.
Then she pulled from behind her back a single red rose in full bloom. Before I could take it from her, she chopped off the stem with scissors so the stem was just a few inches long.
“What the hell, Lany?”
“Luke told me to do that. He said the flower is for your hair.”
I take the rose from her and tuck the stem behind my ear. “Did he give you any clues as to where I’m going next?”
She shook her finger at me. “Nuh-uh. I’m not telling, but I’ll give you a hint: I’m super jealous.”
“That’s not a hint, that’s your default state.”
She smiled as she shoved my shoulder a bit harder than a friendly shove ought to be. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, as I turned and waved at everyone as I exited the café.
I opened the envelope in the car and pulled out a photo of Luke and me lying in our bed at home. It was a picture he’d taken of us with his phone the morning after our wedding, when we woke for the first time as husband and wife. Just seeing the picture gave me butterflies.
Perry reached into the back of his Mercedes and pulled from the back seat another white box tied with more red ribbon. “This is for you.”
I opened the box. Inside rested a gorgeous pair of peep-toe pumps I’d seen in a magazine the other day while Luke and I were lying in bed reading. I’d swooned over them and he’d made fun of me for being a typical girl. He remembered. And they went perfect with this dress and this belt. He had to have had some help picking out this dress.
“Turn the picture over,” Perry said in his deep voice.
I turned it over and I saw this famous saying written in Luke’s messy scrawl: There’s no place like home.
“He said I’m not allowed to take you home until you put on those shoes and click your heels together while you read that out loud three times.”