Janelle Denison - Seductive Fantasy

Alexis smoothed her fingers down the front of his shirt, a sassy, impudent light brightening her eyes. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you,” she teased.

Jackson tightened his grip on her hips. With gradual pressure, he drew her closer so their bodies brushed enticingly, just enough to tantalize. “Just so you know right up front, I want to do things with you and to you that might shock you.”

“I want to be shocked,” she said, moving her thighs restlessly against his.

He nearly groaned as a hot jolt of awareness settled low. “You’ll do whatever I want?” he continued. He needed to know how far she’d go with him, if she’d be willing to shed every inhibition on a whim.

Alexis entwined her arms around his neck, crushing her breasts against his chest. Softness to hardness. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Her fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, her thumbs gently massaging the taut muscles there.

“I’ll do anything,” she said in a husky whisper. “And everything…”

Dear Reader,

May 2001 marks the celebration of the Get Caught Reading campaign, a national promotion created by North American publishers to encourage reading for the sheer joy of it. Books can take you into totally different worlds—worlds where the good guys always win, where love conquers all and where even the most unattainable fantasy can be fulfilled. And speaking of fantasies…

Welcome to FANTASIES INC., a place where your deepest desires can be satisfied. Seductive Fantasy is one of four lush island resorts that cater to provocative requests, which suits Jackson Witt’s purpose just fine since he’s got seductive revenge in mind. Alexis Baylor is looking to be seduced, but little does she know the gorgeous stranger who pursues her is more than an innovative lover. Both indulge in erotic pleasures and sensual adventures that leave them wanting more than they’d originally bargained for, but what happens when Jackson’s true identity—and fantasy—is revealed?

Don’t miss the upcoming books in the miniseries—Secret Fantasy, Intimate Fantasy and Wild Fantasy. Each will transport you to a private world full of decadent possibilities. In the meantime, I’d love to hear what you think of Seductive Fantasy. You can write to me at P.O. Box 1102, Rialto, CA 92377-1102, or at janelle@janelledenison.com.

Do you have a secret fantasy?

Janelle Denison

Seductive Fantasy

Janelle Denison

www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Don.

You’re living proof that fantasies do come true.

This one is for you alone.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

ALEXIS BAYLOR wanted to have an affair and conceive a baby, and Merrilee Schaefer-Weston would do her best to accommodate the other woman’s request. Merrilee’s business was, after all, all about fulfilling her guests’ fantasies.

“Ms. Weston, the seaplane is due to land at Seductive Fantasy in half an hour. The express boat is ready to take you to the island to greet our arriving guests.”

Merrilee glanced up from reviewing Alexis Baylor’s fantasy requisition papers and smiled at her assistant. Fantasies, Inc. encompassed a cluster of four lush paradise resorts off the Florida Keys. While her main office was situated on Wild Fantasy, the first of four island retreats, she traveled daily via boat to the other three themed resorts: Seductive Fantasy, Intimate Fantasy and Secret Fantasy.

“Thank you, Danielle.” She glanced at her wristwatch, noting the time. “I’ll be at the dock in ten minutes.” Before her assistant turned to leave her office, Merrilee asked, “By the way, has personnel hired another pilot to replace Mark?”

“Yes, they have.” Danielle thumbed efficiently through her notes on the clipboard she carried. Her finger came to a stop halfway down the page. “Here he is. C. J. Miller is slated to take over Mark’s position next month, as scheduled.”

Miller. As always when Merrilee encountered the very common last name, a head-to-toe chill swept through her, along with a flood of bittersweet memories of being young and head over heels in love. Those beloved recollections of her soulmate hadn’t faded one iota over the thirty-five years that had passed between her romantic love affair with Charlie Miller, his unexpected and devastating death in Vietnam, and her marriage of convenience to a man twenty-three years older than her.

Merrilee had struggled through the lonely years that ensued, being a dutiful, faithful spouse to a cold, unemotional man who treated her more like a possession than a wife. She hadn’t even had the luxury of having children to fill her life with joy; her husband’s impotence had prevented that.

Upon his death five years ago, she’d inherited millions—more money than she’d ever realized Oliver was worth. She’d never enjoyed the role of pampered wife and couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life languishing in a mansion. And so, Fantasies, Inc. was born.

It might be too late for her to find ultimate happiness, but she’d decided to use her inheritance to fulfill other people’s fantasies. She lived vicariously through the pleasure and satisfaction they discovered while on her island resorts. There was no fantasy—be it romance, adventure, or deeper desires that bared one’s soul—that Fantasies, Inc. couldn’t provide.

Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed her concept and themed island resorts would be so hugely, phenomenally successful.

“Ms. Weston?”

The distant voice of her assistant effectively pulled Merrilee back to the present. She blinked, shook the past from her mind, and focused in on the concern etching Danielle’s features. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

The young woman tipped her head, regarding her curiously. “We were talking about the new pilot, C. J. Miller.”

This time, Merrilee kept her thoughts firmly grounded and on business. “C. J. Miller. Right,” she murmured, jotting down the name—as if she could forget it—and the date the man was scheduled to take over Mark’s position.

“I’ll go tell the boat driver you’ll be at the dock shortly.” With a swish of her perky ponytail, Danielle turned and left the office.

With only a few minutes to spare, Merrilee picked up the fantasy request she’d been pondering before her assistant’s interruption. Alexis Baylor wanted to be desired and pursued by a gorgeous, sexy man, and hoped to conceive a baby with no strings attached; the man’s involvement would stop there. While it would be easy to find a man eager to accommodate Alexis’s request for a hot, erotic, one-week liaison, this particular fantasy had lifetime repercussions Merrilee doubted the woman had considered in her quest to fill that empty void in her life. Happily-ever-afters were Merrilee’s specialty, and she always tried to give her clients two choices at the end of their fantasies—either walk away and continue as they were before, or take a risk that could reshape their whole entire life.

Merrilee drummed her manicured fingernails on her desktop and noted the date of Alexis’s fantasy vacation. Though she couldn’t guarantee conception—only fate could assure that—she had a month to figure out the woman’s perfect match and donor. A man who’d fit both Alexis’s and Merrilee’s criteria. For Alexis, a man in his prime, both physically and sexually, who would seduce her single-mindedly. For Merrilee, a man who’d never shirk his responsibilities should he learn the truth. A man of integrity who’d ultimately fight for what was his. If that’s how this particular fantasy played out.