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  Haley’s Man

  by Sara Daniel

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  Copyright 2013 by Sara Daniel

  Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs

  http://www.SaraDaniel.com

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  All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

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  Chapter 1

  When Harry Met Sally Fan: I have a fantasy of having an orgasm while I’m surrounded by my friends, a reverse of the famous restaurant scene from my favorite movie.

  Heart pounding with anticipation and longing, Haley’s Man stared at the screen. He didn’t even think of himself by his own name. He was hers and had been from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.

  Haley had confessed years ago to lurking on a sexual fetish forum. Today she’d finally posted—fifteen minutes ago, according to the time stamp. Already, she had forty-six offers to help her get off.

  I’ll help you make your friends jealous.

  Where do you live? I’ll have sex with you and your friends.

  He skimmed the rest of the offers, each cruder than the one before, then returned to her original post. He’d wanted Haley long before he’d had any inkling she had unfulfilled fantasies. Why would she? As the life of every party, she always had the hottest guy on her arm.

  Too nerdy and reserved to be that guy, his dreams of holding her never materialized. The stars might not align again if he didn’t jump on this chance. Fate had taken every opportunity to thwart him thus far. But how could he convince her he wasn’t a pervert or creepy stalker like the forty-six guys in line before him?

  **

  By the time she’d read through forty-six replies, Haley Miller regretted posting. The responses made her want to dive headfirst into a tub of antibacterial hand sanitizer. Number forty-seven, however, stopped her mid-scroll.

  Haley’s Man: Next time you’re with your friends, wear a skirt and no panties.

  Instead of an offer or a suggestion, this person had issued an order. How would he know when and where she would be out with friends? How did he know her real name? If he didn’t, why had he picked that screen name?

  She stared at her iPad, paced to the other end of her apartment and then wandered back. Three more people had replied while she was gone, but their offers were of the creepy and crude variety. Hovering her finger over the screen name Haley’s Man, she opened a private chat.

  When Harry Met Sally Fan:What’s your fantasy, Haley’s Man?

  After a long pause, a new sentence appeared at the bottom of the screen.

  Haley’s Man: I want to make a woman come without her knowing my name or seeing my face.

  She swallowed, her body igniting at the thought of a faceless man stroking her to completion. She tried to think of a logical reason he would post here instead of picking up a woman in a bar like every other horny guy in America.

  When Harry Met Sally Fan: Are you disfigured? Wanted for a felony? Married?

  Haley’s Man: No, no, and no. You can see my face as soon as you climax.

  The fantasy flared to life, making her desperate to hit that high note of pleasure. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of her panties, while typing one-handed.

  When Harry Met Sally Fan: I’m going to come now.

  Haley’s Man: Wait for tonight. For me.

  Trembling, she pulled her hand free. Another order…or a plea?

  How did he know she’d be with her friends tonight? She’d been invited to Gina and Charlie’s to watch the basketball finals. She couldn’t care less about sports, but she loved hanging out, making drinks for her friends while everyone cheered and groaned in unison.

  Now she couldn’t wait to find out if this mystery man could really deliver an orgasm while she stood amongst her friends. If the guy turned out to be a stalker, she’d be safer with her friends than alone in her apartment.

  Her gut told her he wasn’t, though. The more she thought about living out her fantasy, the more excited she became.

  She smoothed her hand over the crotch of her yoga pants, then groaned in frustration. She’d wait for him. Her fingers and toys wouldn’t be able to truly satisfy the aching need of her dreams. Her pent-up desire prevented her from thinking of anything but the mysterious Haley’s Man who would bring her second biggest fantasy to life.

  **

  Haley flattened the back of her skirt with one hand, battling the wind’s attempt to blow it up and expose her bare ass to Gina and Charlie’s neighbors.

  “You’ll never believe who’s back?” Gina’s green eyes glittered as she met Haley at the door.

  “Who?” Haley asked, stepping inside. She’d debated wearing a tight skirt that wouldn’t ruffle during a hurricane, but she’d wanted her soon-to-be-lover to have plenty of room for his hands and any other body part he intended to pleasure her with.

  “Seth Gardner.” Gina smirked knowingly.

  “No way.” Already at the point of squirming, hearing his name was enough to make her cream her panties—if she’d been wearing any. The one thing she fantasized about more than having an orgasm in front of her friends was Seth. “Did he move back permanently, or is he visiting?”

  “He’s not going back to China. That’s all I know,” Gina said, closing the door.

  The timing could have finally been perfect…if Haley hadn’t arrived bare-assed in a short skirt to have some stranger give her an orgasm in front of him. Before the night was over he’d think she was some kind of nympho freak. Which might turn on some guys. But Seth had always been a super-serious, quiet engineer who dated sweet, demure women.

  No surprise he’d never made a play for the girl who made drinks for all her friends, shouted across the bar, and posted her sexual fantasies on the Internet. “I’ll say hi. Where is he?”

  “Downstairs with everyone else unless he was the one who came up to get the Scotch.” Gina made a face at the mention of the guys’ preferred extravagance.

  “You won’t be drinking those shots. I’m making an adult beverage you’ll appreciate,” Haley assured her.

  A jubilant shout filtered up the staircase, proving the party in the basement was in full swing.

  “Be careful if you go outside,” Gina continued. “I asked Charlie, like, fifty times, and he still didn’t fix the floodlight. The only light in the backyard comes from inside the house.”

  Haley’s nipples beaded at the thought of convincing Seth to join her alone on the patio. She’d wrap her legs around his waist and drive him in for a slam dunk while their friends were transfixed by the basketball game inside. What man wouldn’t enjoy that kind of welcome home after being out of the country for a year?

  She sighed. Probably not one who’d just watched another man give her an orgasm in front of him. She embraced her healthy sexual appetite, but she wasn’t a slut. “I’m not planning to go outside, but I do need to raid your fridge. Do you have any half-and-half? Mine’s expired, and I’m making chocolate martinis.”


  “Oh yum, talk about a drink I can appreciate. You are so good to me, Haley. No half-and-half in the mini-fridge downstairs, though. Take the one from the kitchen.” The doorbell rang as Gina spoke. “That’s the pizza guy.”

  Haley scurried to the kitchen before the blast of outside air lifted her skirt and she mooned the pimply-faced kid at the door. Someone was squatted in front of the open refrigerator, extending his arm along a low back shelf where Charlie kept the Scotch.

  “I’m going to reach over your head,” Haley announced, not wanting to surprise him, as she spotted the half-and-half.

  The man turned and looked up, pinning her with a steady hazel gaze, his dark hair pushed back from his face.

  She gasped. “Seth.”

  “Haley.” Her name rolling off his tongue felt like one long delicious lick over her sex. He jumped to his feet, bring himself to eye-level with her—a good thing, since he’d been in a position to look directly up her skirt.

  She could have stared for hours at his lopsided smile and brown hair that curled in ringlets below his ears. She scrambled to cover that she’d been gawking. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”

  “Contacts.” Not turning from her, he nudged the refrigerator door closed.

  She’d never seen him without his wire-rimmed glasses before. Even while wearing a white dress shirt with a pink and gray striped tie, his sweet, safe image transformed into that of a dashing, unpredictable man. “Oh. Well, you look good.”

  As soon as the words were out, she wanted to kick herself. Way to come up with scintillating conversation, Haley. No wonder he never wasted his time chatting with her.

  “So do you.” He brushed a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. “So, who’s the lucky boyfriend right now?”

  She hesitated, absently loosening the knot of his tie. Her single status wasn’t in question, but she’d already booked an orgasm for the evening. Why couldn’t she hit on the right timing with Seth?

  When she’d first met him, she’d been dating Loser Luke. By the time she’d shaken him loose, Seth had a girlfriend. Unable to stand how perfect they were together, she’d taken a job across the country.

  She’d picked up a new boyfriend on that cross-country move but missed her friends so much she jumped on a job transfer to come back home. The job was great; Ogre Owen, not so much. Seth, meanwhile, had found another soft-spoken girlfriend.

  At the same time, her company was branching into the Asian market. Disgusted with the constant jealousy she felt toward Seth’s girlfriends, Haley volunteered to help with the overseas launch. By the time she returned, all traces of her ex-boyfriends were gone.

  So was Seth. He’d taken a job in China.

  Now for the first time in nearly eighteen months they were both in the same country, in the same room, and she’d promised her vagina to some random guy.

  Chapter 2

  “Never mind,” Seth said, dropping his hand. “None of my business.”

  “No boyfriend,” she clarified, her chest aching from the loss. “Just…plans.”

  “Maybe I could change those plans.” His hand settled on her cheek again.

  “You can try.” She gave him a sassy grin, unable to resist the opportunity to flirt. “Give it your best shot.”

  He grasped her shoulders and spun her against the counter. She gasped in surprise and delight at the emergence of his alpha side. Her shoulder pressed along the side of the fridge. He stood so close, enveloping her with the heat radiating from his body. He didn’t kiss or touch. He simply stood, staring into her eyes.

  The intensity of his gaze unnerved her. Scared to analyze what it meant, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Her lips tingled against his warm, moist flesh. She swiped her tongue out. He accept her advance but didn’t reciprocate.

  A low moan quavered from his throat. Whatever he had been thinking, he wanted her too, even though he still didn’t give her the touch she craved.

  She scraped her teeth lightly over his lips, then slid one hand up the back of his head, bringing her fingers through his adorable ringlets. She’d dreamed so many times of running her hands through his hair and pressing her body against his. Finally, she had her chance. Except in her dreams, he’d responded and encouraged her.

  Oh, on one level his response was tangible. His stiff cock throbbed through his pants against her pelvis. But just because he wasn’t dead below the belt didn’t mean he wanted her. Reluctantly, she released his luscious mouth and dropped her hand from his hair.

  “I have to tell you something,” he said.

  Oh hell, she hadn’t checked to see if he was in a relationship. Any minute some sweet, mild-mannered girl was going to enter the kitchen and go ape shit over Haley seducing her man. “Did you get married while you were in China? Do you have a girlfriend?”

  “No, but I—” His gaze skittered away. “Like you, I made plans.”

  “Do your plans have to stop us from making out right now?” Now that the crazy girlfriend threat had been eliminated, her body ached and her heart thudded, fearing that once they broke apart, she’d never get another chance to hold him again.

  He hesitated. “No.”

  “Good. Then I don’t want to know about them.” She dove at his mouth, thrusting her tongue between his straight, sharp teeth. This time he met her stroke for stroke. She nearly sagged with relief at the proof she wasn’t throwing herself at him only to be rejected.

  Good God, the man could kiss. She couldn’t believe she’d known him so long without experiencing the sensual pleasure of his mouth. Each caress of his tongue made her dizzy with need.

  One hand slid up her thigh until he was squeezing her bare ass. Her pussy contracted, and she shifted her hips, desperate for his fingers to sink inside her slippery heat of molten desire.

  “So, do you always go commando under your sexy little skirt?” Seth asked against her lips.

  Commando. No underwear. Shit.

  Haley pushed him away until his body no longer touched hers, biting back a whimper as his hand released her ass. “Listen, I need to do something. I’ll be right back.”

  She’d run downstairs, tell whoever that she’d changed her mind and didn’t want his fantasy orgasm anymore. Then she’d let Seth touch her anywhere he wanted. Assuming he was at least half as eager as she was, she’d take him right here on the kitchen counter. Then she’d invite him back to her place.

  “That’s right—your plans.” Disappointment filled his eyes, followed by resignation. “We can meet up later.”

  “This won’t take long. I swear,” she insisted, panicking at the thought of losing him. She was beyond sexually frustrated, but her feelings for Seth had always been more than purely sexual. Hence, she needed to get rid of the other guy first. She didn’t want Seth to reject her for screwing around before she had a chance to prove he could trust her.

  “Take as long as you need,” he said tonelessly. “Don’t rush on my account. I have plans too.”

  Haley grabbed his face between her palms and kissed him hard again. “Don’t leave tonight without coming to see me.”

  This time a spark flared in his eyes. “Believe me, I won’t.”

  His assurance was the best she could hope for at the moment. She grabbed her bag of martini ingredients and ran from the kitchen, down the stairs to the basement.

  “Hey, my favorite bartender’s here. About time. Game’s already half over.” Charlie gave her a platonic hug as he walked by, snagging a piece of pizza from the boxes Gina was opening.

  “Who’s winning?” Haley asked. She skirted around the big screen TV to the bar, keeping a lookout for anyone who appeared to know intimate details about her sex life. Everyone lounging on the leather couches was part of the usual crowd who cared more about the intimate details of the shot clock than the urgency vibrating through her body.

  “We are, but only by two points. What’s your drink specialty tonight? I hope it’s not a girlie one ag
ain,” Bob said, a beer in the hand he’d draped over Lola’s shoulder.

  “Chocolate martinis, one hundred percent girlie drink.” She forced a laugh to cover her frustration. She didn’t want to keep Seth waiting upstairs. Where was Haley’s Man? Every guy in sight fell under the label of friend or boyfriend of a friend. No one was orgasm material.

  She walked around the bar and set her bag on the counter, squinting through the sliding glass door to the outside. The bright lights inside reflected the basement room back at her like a mirror, but she had no reason to believe he’d be waiting outside. She hadn’t shared that private dream. Seth was the only man who could fulfill it, making it complete separate from her When Harry Met Sally fantasy.

  “Chocolate martinis?” Lola disentangled herself from Bob and jumped to her feet.

  Haley held up a hand to temper her friend’s eagerness. “It’ll be a minute. I left the half-and-half upstairs.” More importantly, she’d left Seth there too, still breathing heavily, waiting for her.

  “Hurry. I’ve been waiting since the pre-game show for you to get here, so I can drink something besides god-awful beer and Scotch,” Lola complained, flopping back on the couch.

  Had Haley’s Man been here since the start of the game too, and he’d given up and left? That would save her the trouble of explaining she was no longer interested.

  Disappointment sliced through her. Not interested wasn’t precisely accurate. She’d needed months to work up the nerve to post her obsession. She didn’t want to give it up, but being forced to choose between it and Seth, her desire for Seth overrode everything else.

  She’d deal with the broken fantasy later. The no-show of Haley’s Man left her free to return to Seth. She dashed up the stairs, then slowed her pace. Trying not to appear as desperate as she felt, she sashayed into the kitchen. “Seth? Seth, I’m back.”

  She turned in a slow circle, taking in the white cabinets and stainless steel appliances. The refrigerator was closed, and her footsteps echoed in the empty room. She’d let Seth out of her sight, and now she was alone. What if she didn’t run into him again for a year or more?