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Aslan's Evening is Book Seven in the Fantasies A-Z Series
Aslan’s fantasy is to give Zeke an evening he’ll never forget. But by the end of the night, he delivers a gift she never knew to hope for.
A single glance across a crowded grocery store. The brush of a hand along the inside of a knee. An evening like any other. To Aslan, all of these things are everything she’s ever wished for and the things she’s most thankful for.
For her next fantasy, she wants to give something back to Zeke. An evening of his choosing. A night of his desires fulfilled with nothing but a single glance from him in her direction.
On her knees, restrained, waiting for him to command her? Perhaps. Immobile in the playroom, unable to utter more than a satisfied moan? Maybe.
Bound by more than words is where she expects he wants her but the evening isn’t anything like her expectations.
Soon, she learns her husband’s needs run deeper than she thought possible—she may just get a whole lot more than she begged for.
This is the seventh short story in a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories total, with one being released every couple months. Short kinky stories meant to tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that word means to your fantasies…
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“Do you come here often?” Aslan asked while trying to stifle her grin as she pushed her cart closer. She sidled up to a huge display of snapdragon hanging baskets and the guy lifting one down from the top rod.
The sexy hulk of a man beside her turned. His smile said it all and even though she couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses there was no doubt the affection was genuine. “Actually, no. My wife doesn’t like it when I cum anywhere else. She’s very picky when it comes to that. You might even say we have rules about it.”
“Mmmm,” Aslan moaned and licked her lips. “Rules. Smart girl.” She glanced at the basket he was still holding. “That’s so pretty. Does your wife like plants?”
He nodded and turned the plant around as if he were inspecting each branch. “She does. She’s a sucker for pretty plants.”
“Oh, really? A sucker for them?”
“Very much so. I actually wooed her with flowers.”
“You wooed her?” Aslan smiled and melted a little because she knew he was absolutely right.
“Yes, I did. And she loves flowers. But not roses and carnations and typical flowers. She likes tiger lilies and snapdragons and sunflowers. Unique flowers. They’re almost as special as she is.”
Biting her lip, Aslan glanced up into at the man she’d fallen in love with years and years ago. “Almost?” she prompted him to continue.
Zeke pulled her close with his hand on the small of her back. “Nothing is as unique as you are. Nothing is as special. Or perfect. Or amazing. You top everything, my Aslan.” He dipped his head down and tasted her lips. He didn’t divide and conquer or take over. No. He simply sipped at her lips, which parted on a sigh. He kissed her again, infusing her with his taste. “Everything.”
In the middle of a greenhouse at their favorite garden store, they stopped and held each other close.
“As are you, my husband.” Aslan backed up enough to get up on her tip toes and whispered in his ear. “I like pretending you’re a stranger sometimes. It reminds me of our first fantasy. And you’re really hot.”
Zeke smiled and his chest puffed up. “Are you just saying you want me for my body? How dare you.” His mock indignation made her smile.
“No, no, no. Not just for your body. But Lordy does that body do things to me.”
Over the rim of his sunglasses, Zeke stared down at her. “What kinds of things? Anything I should know about? We are married you know. I should know things.”
Heat crept up her chest and along her cheeks, making her feel warm. She took the hanging plant of the perfect flowers in the perfect shade of yellow and placed it in the basket.
The strong palm of her husband’s hand crept beneath her hair at the back of her neck and then he moved in close, caging her between his body and the cart. The heat of his words against the curve of her throat pumped through her system like wildfire. “Blushing. How scandalous. What kinds of things, Aslan?” He leaned in close and brushed the front of his jeans across her backside. It seemed as if he most certainly didn’t mind their topic of conversation.
“It makes me hot, all over,” she whispered. Glancing around, she made sure no one was close enough to hear them. “And wet.”
The tips of his fingernails skimmed beneath the bottom of her shorts on one side. “Are you wet right now, you dirty girl?”
“Perhaps.” Aslan tried to push the cart away, needing some distance so she didn’t collapse into a puddle of horny woman.
Zeke had other plans. He stopped the cart and pulled it back, trapping her one more time with his chest at her back. “I want a taste.”
“As soon as we get to the car we can—”
“Now, my pretty wife. I want a taste now.”
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