Chapter 1: Gracie's Fantasy
Gracie McGuire liked it rough.
So you can imagine her disappointment when her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture. Her lover's sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many hours behind a desk, and his farmer's tan was attributed to too many business meetings on the golf course.
John Johnson was a stud in the banking world, but he was a dud in the bedroom.
Gracie watched with detached amusement as he gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn't been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer. She'd had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list before his "Big Finish."
"Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number. It just keeps getting better and better," John panted, giving her breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded the condom.
"Mmmm," she moaned and rolled her eyes. It wouldn't do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she opened her mouth to speak she'd tell him how much she hated being called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She was a tax attorney for God's sake, not an exotic dancer.
John flopped down on the bed beside her and was almost asleep before she'd turned onto her side to face him. "Don't forget we have that dinner tonight," he mumbled. "There will be a lot of important clients there."
"I know," Gracie said, annoyance lacing her voice. "You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I'll be representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your expectations. I might even make it through the night without embarrassing you or my firm."
"Now, honey, don't take that tone. You know that's not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like this. You'll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something conservative."
Because I always dress like a slut at business functions, you moron, she thought.
"I have just the thing in mind," Gracie said in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John's still form and bit the lobe of his ear gently.
"Now Gracie, honey, you're going to have to make due with what you just got. I've got to rest up for tonight. I know you've been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and such, but the same just isn't true for a man. Maybe if you're real good tonight I'll be in the mood again when we get home."
