All Through the Night

All Through the Night

Suzanne Forster
&
Thea Devine
&
Lori Foster
&
Shannon McKenna

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“Stranger in Her Bed” copyright © 2001 by Suzanne Forster
“No Mercy” copyright © 2001 by Thea Devine
“Satisfy Me” copyright © 2001 by Lori Foster
“Something Wild” copyright © 2001 by Shannon McKenna

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Contents

Stranger in Her Bed

Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven

No Mercy

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven

Satisfy Me

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue

Something Wild

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Stranger in Her Bed

by
Suzanne Forster

Prologue

Contents
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“Admit it, Kerry. You’d
love
to have your toes sucked.”

“Admit I’d love wha—? I don’t remember saying I’d love that—them—sucked. My toes, I mean.”

“Just for the sake of discussion, let’s say you would. How do you think it would feel?”

Kerry Houston took a quick, furtive sip of her wine. They’d been building toward a moment like this all evening, and it had been all she could do to fight the seductive pull of his voice, especially when it dropped to those sexy lower registers and got all fuzzy and intimate. He’d been given unfair advantage, she decided. He’d been blessed with an instrument that could give a woman the shivering fits and send her running in search of her vibrator.

Only Kerry didn’t have a vibrator.

She shifted in the chair, tugging at her silk kimono. Her town house was drafty and normally she went to bed in three sets of flannel. But before they started this little adventure of his, he’d casually suggested a dark candlelit room, loose, comfortable clothing and a glass of wine to relax her. Now she knew why.

How would it feel? Wet, warm, slippery, strange
…

“Squishy?” she ventured.

“Squishy… works.” He didn’t sound too sure. “Would your toes prefer a man or a woman?”

“They’d prefer a podiatrist.”

Kerry got no reaction to her diversionary tactics. No reaction at all. This guy was hard to fluster, and even harder to sidetrack. He seemed as bent on finding her soft spots— literally—as a grand master chess player was on winning a tournament, but a grand master didn’t have this guy’s focus.

“And would you like this fantasy man to remove your shoes and stockings?” he asked. “Perhaps massage your feet and individually stimulate each toe? Using a decadent chocolate ganache syrup, of course.”

“Did we ever establish that I
wanted
my toes sucked?”

“Shhhhh… can you hear that, Kerry? Can you hear how hard your heart is beating?”

All she could hear was a faint beeping noise that sounded like her cordless phone when it was low on batteries.

“Did you answer my question?” she persisted.

“If not your toes, then something else? Fingers, earlobes, elbows, kneecaps, pipkin?”

“Pipkin? Isn’t that an apple?”

“Kerry,” he admonished gently, “the more open and receptive you are, the better this will be. Breathe and let yourself go; imagine that you’re floating on a warm water bed and that your every whim and caprice is being indulged. Anything you wish is yours. Whatever you secretly desire in life has already imprinted itself on you. All you have to do is recognize its existence.”

He hesitated, letting her float, letting her float…

“It’s true, Kerry. Pleasure beyond anything you can imagine awaits you. Beyond
anything
, if you’re willing…”

Kerry’s eyelids were starting to flutter, among other things. The effect he had on her was strangely hypnotic. It was like listening to the music of a dark melodic river. Soothing, and yet there was a single grain of sand in it that gently abraded her senses. It kept her mesmerized. And more importantly, he was right. She ought to at least try to answer his questions. That
was
the point of this exercise.

“I’ve never thought of my toes as erogenous zones,” she said, absently aware of the soft beeping. It seemed to keep pace with her heart, her breathing.

“Well, then, we’ll have to find some that are.”

“Zones? Erogenous? I don’t think I have any.”

“Sure you do. The body is one big zone, a veritable playground. There’s the back of the knees, the insides of the wrists, the breasts, and of course, the lips, both sets. Are your lips very sensitive?”

Both sets
? Kerry’s eyes sprang open to a dark, candlelit room. Her stomach was falling through a hole in the earth to New Zealand. “Maybe we should stick to the toes? I think I can feel something tingling.” And for sure it wasn’t her toes.

“Tingling?” He laughed, and the sound was low-down, steamy sex personified.

“Tingling is good,” he said. “Just imagine how it would feel to have the soles of your feet massaged with warm, scented lotion and some nice sharp knuckles, gently working out the knots along the ball. Would you like that?”

She was weakening.
Of course she would
. Was he crazy?

“Feel the deep pressure on your arch and the firm palms of my hand, working both sides of your foot, kneading, pleating with my thumbs. How do you like to be touched? In your fantasies, how does it happen—lightly, firmly?”

“I don’t think I have fantasies.”

“Of course, you do. Everyone has erogenous zones
and
fantasies. Let your mind run free, Kerry… Visualize a man who becomes aroused at the mere sight of you, magnificently aroused. And say this man is naked so he can’t hide his burgeoning desire. Maybe he’s a servant and you’re a princess.”

Kerry rather liked the aroused-at-the-mere-sight-of-her part, but she wasn’t sure what one did with a naked serving man when he wasn’t serving.

“Hmm, not much reaction there,” he said. “Is your finger properly positioned, Kerry?”

She blushed and nodded, hoping he couldn’t see her.