Books by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
THE PRICE OF PLEASURE
NEVER ENOUGH
CLUB FANTASY
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
THE SECRET LIVES OF HOUSEWIVES
NAUGHTIER BEDTIME STORIES
HOT SUMMER NIGHTS
Published by Kensington Publishing Coporation
Hot Summer Nights
JOAN ELIZABETH LLOYD
KENSINGTON BOOKS
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Burned out, Leslie thought. What a ridiculous concept. She loved her job—most of the time—was phenomenally well paid for it, and everyone who did business with her told her how wonderful and talented she was. How could she be burned out? Well, she sighed, as she drove east through Connecticut on Route 95, maybe this vacation would help her sort through her feelings. She wasn’t about to give up her job, and yet she wasn’t looking forward to her eventual return to business either.
When had she started thinking burnout?
It had begun several weeks before with a favorite client, Bob Rowan. She had been using the motel room in Club Fantasy, a simple room that could be rearranged to become a photo studio, a hooker’s room, or, as it had been that evening, an elegant bedroom in a mansion in the suburbs. That evening, dressed in a sheer peach-colored nightgown and red silk robe, Leslie had been sitting at the dressing table brushing her shoulder-length ash-blond hair when she heard someone in the closet. Heartbeat speeding as it always did when something like the action of that evening began, she kept taking long strokes through the strands and glanced into the mirror at the door to the closet, where she knew Bob was hiding.
They’d played this fantasy so many times that she knew exactly what was going to happen but still she threw herself into her role and played innocent. As the closet door slowly opened, she whipped around. “What’s that…?”
Despite the warm late spring weather outside, Bob was dressed in a black turtleneck, black jeans with black socks, and tennis shoes. Black leather gloves covered his hands and a black watch cap hid his salt-and-pepper crew cut. “Say nothing, do nothing, and everything will be fine,” he growled.
“What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my house!” She spoke softly, yet forcefully.
“I’m here for you,” Bob said. In only two strides he was behind her, holding her hair twisted in his fist, pulling her head back.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, knowing that the slight pain he caused was all part of this playlet and helped keep her in character.
“Only a little,” he said, a slight grin causing creases to form around his deep brown eyes.
She remained silent although she could have screamed or protested. She knew he wouldn’t stop unless she used the safe word they’d agreed on.
He pulled harder, forcing her to stand to ease the pressure on her scalp. “I didn’t think you’d be home so early,” he said.
“I’m sure you didn’t,” she said, her eyes narrowing, her pulse pounding.
“But you know,” he continued, “this might be an added bonus. I get to steal your jewels and have you too.”
“My jewelry. Of course. Listen,” she said, sounding as reasonable as she could, “take my jewels and then just leave. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“I know you won’t tell anyone and we’re going to have some fun together before I leave.” He dragged her toward the bed and tossed her onto it, throwing her robe open, revealing her peach-colored satin nightgown beneath. His eyes roamed her body as if he’d never seen it before. “Lovely. Truly lovely.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
His laugh was genuine. “As if you didn’t know.”
It was all she could do not to giggle; it was so theatrical, but in its own way delicious too. She sighed, heaving her ample bosom, pulling herself back into character. Tightening her grip on herself she said, “Please. Don’t hurt me.”
Bob opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out several strips of fabric lined with thick fur that she’d put there for him. With little fuss despite her struggles, he tied Leslie’s wrists to the bedposts, the bindings secure and pulled just tight enough to stretch her arms wide without undue discomfort.
She kicked and twisted, careful not to injure him or herself, yet with ease he grabbed one ankle and fastened a strip around it, then attached it to one of the bed legs. Then he made quick work of the other. She was wet, her nipples tight, her belly throbbing. Leslie was always surprised at how hot it all made her despite the fact that she was playing a part. Bob ran a gloved finger through her vaginal folds and laughed. “This really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she answered, both for her character and for herself.
“Good. I’m glad.” He grabbed the front of her gown and pulled, ripping it easily down the front along seams that had been carefully loosened. “Because you’re mine and I intend to take you. Slowly.”
“Please,” she whimpered, “don’t. I don’t want you.”
“Your body says different,” Bob said, rubbing his dampened fingers together. “I hope you’re not going to scream. If you do I’ll have to gag you too.”
She shook her head violently and whispered, “I’ll be quiet.”
He cupped her chin and leaned over, pressing his mouth against her, his tongue pushing its way into her cavern. Leslie loved the way he kissed, molding his lips against hers, drawing out all the pleasures within her. She felt her body relaxing, but that wasn’t the way the fantasy was supposed to play out. Reminding herself of her role, she twisted her head. “Don’t do that!”
He raised an eyebrow and his smile was sardonic. “I’ll do anything I please. After all, you’re in no position to argue.” He knelt beside the bed and took one erect nipple in his mouth while he pinched the other between his fingers. She arched her back and gasped at the sudden onslaught. God she loved what he did to her body every time they acted out his fantasy.
Finally, after what seemed like