Special Delivery

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An Excerpt From: SPECIAL DELIVERY

Copyright © V.J. DEVEREAUX, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

She realized she was just putting off the inevitable. Her one guilty pleasure...her secret addiction.

If she couldn´t have a man in her life, she could dream-or at least daydream.

This was her personal laptop. This one was as private as she could make it. In no way did her real name or ownership of it appear anywhere on it or on any of the software, save for the credit card bill when she had purchased it.

She didn´t, couldn´t, cruise the bars. That was far too dangerous for someone in her position, so she cruised the dating websites instead, to look at the eligible men who were some years younger than she, but who was to know? Most of them were average, more than a few were nice or very nice to look at, and one or two were absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

More than one or two. She stopped at a particular picture.

God, the man was beautiful.

He had the face of a fallen angel, with piercing eyes so dark brown they looked black, chiseled cheekbones in a lean, handsome face with strong, defined features and a square jaw. His firm mouth was made for kissing, the lower lip a little fuller than the top. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, his beard neatly trimmed to frame that firm mouth, to trace that jaw.

His eyes couldn´t possibly be that piercing in real life. He had a dash of daring, of mischief, and promise in those twinkling eyes, while a sexy come-hither grin played around his lips.

It was too easy to dream of sucking on that mouth, nibbling on that lush lower lip.

At the corner of it was the hint of a dimple.

He was a fire sign, as was she, promising passion, energy. Both of which she needed. While she wasn´t sure how much she believed in any of that, she was as superstitious as any of her colleagues. Even the ones who swore they weren´t superstitious.

And then there was his body.

In the picture he stood with his shirt open to reveal an impressive set of pecs and a lean, ridged six-pack that made her brain just seize up and freeze. She thought she caught just the hint of a tattoo on a muscled arm, the edges barely hidden beneath a short sleeve. What would it be like to touch that sculpted body, to run her fingers over those solid muscles, to have those long legs in those tight jeans wrap around her?

Damn, just the thought of touching him made her hot and wet.

"Special Delivery" was the name he had given his dating page.

He certainly was.

What was a man like that doing on a dating website? He should have women pounding down his door.

Reluctantly, she closed the page.

She hesitated, fighting a grin. Then there was the Special Friends site.

For a dating site, it was just this side of porn, and sometimes not just, it crashed the party entirely.

Half the time it just made her giggle like a teenager.

Many of the men on the site had just taken pictures of their "packages" in varying stages of readiness. It was a smorgasbord of cocks, some incredibly and unbelievably impressive, providing an eye-opening experience in more ways than one.

Some also included their faces, but not all.

One body though, caught her eye this time.

The picture had been cropped to cut off the face and highlight the rounded curves of the man´s pecs beneath the shirt, the ridged abdomen. In this view, the jeans had been left unbuttoned and partly unzipped to hint at what lay beneath and he was clearly wearing no underwear. He hadn´t needed to expose himself, what he had was blatantly illustrated by the thick ridge beneath the jeans.

Involuntarily, Lacey went hot, tight and wet at the thought of what lay behind that zipper.

Oddly enough though, there was something familiar about that body, about the picture.

The more she studied it, the more it seemed familiar. She thought she caught a glimpse of a tattoo on one arm.

As a visitor to the site, she was allowed one look into a file, a hint of the profile. A tease, but it was enough.

His name was Rick, it said, and his profile was simple-if a woman was looking for good, clean, no-strings sex, contact him. He always wore a condom, had no communicable diseases, and could provide proof if asked.

Lacey´s mouth and throat went dry. Her pussy contracted just looking at that body as a thousand fantasies ran through her mind. She swallowed hard.

Well...

No, she wasn´t really considering it. Was she?

He still seemed familiar though.

On impulse, she opened up another tab, returned to the other dating site and scanned through until she found the one she wanted.

Again she thought she saw the hint of a tattoo.

Comparing the two pictures, there was no doubt in her mind that Rick was also Special Delivery.

His profile there was equally blunt. All of the "interest" boxes had been left unchecked. He wasn´t looking to reveal anything of himself, wasn´t looking for or expecting a long-term relationship. Anything else though? If that was what the lady wanted, he would be more than glad to provide it.

To her shock and amazement, just looking at that chiseled face, that incredible body, she found she was considering it, her pussy tightening at the thought. What would it be like to have that warm skin, those firm muscles, beneath her palms? That hard body against hers? That thick cock slide up inside her?

He obviously had a credit card or he couldn´t have paid for the site. So, he had an address, a job and earned enough money to pay for both services on a monthly basis. It wasn´t that expensive, but it wasn´t cheap either. He was also internet savvy.

There was a remote chance he could also be a serial killer but she would have known if one was around. It was her job to know such things.

No-strings sex with a gorgeous man she didn´t know.