The Chance of a Lifetime

  The Chance of a Lifetime

  Maggie Casper

  Published 2005

  ISBN 1-59578-151-X

  Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2005, Maggie Casper. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  Editor

  Ansley Velarde

  Cover Artist

  April Martinez

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Dedication

  To the forum Mistresses, you know who you are. Thank you for the fun, the laughs and most of all, the support.

  Chapter One

  The tantalizing scent of lavender wafted through the air as Lacey Winslow readied the room for her next client. The day promised to be a busy one, if her appointment book was any indication.

  The monotony of cleaning the padded yet firm surface of her massage table was comforting. She took extra special care around the face cutout, humming as she worked. When the rest of her life felt as if it were being turned upside down, knowing she was helping others through the stress of their everyday lives made her feel worth more than just what she could offer a man between the sheets.

  To hear it from her soon-to-be-ex-husband, she had no value except for a quick tumble when he happened to have an erection to spare that hadn’t been wasted on some gullible piece in the next town over.

  Allowing her mind to wander to a time best forgotten, Lacey made her way to the hall closet where she stored her cleaning supplies. She didn’t allow the feelings of inadequacy to linger long before ruthlessly squashing them.

  If she allowed it to, the past would haunt her every waking hour just as it did her dreams, and that was something she wouldn’t allow. Besides, knowing at one point in time she’d more than likely been the gullible woman in the next town was enough to make her see red. The fact she’d been gullible and stupid, stupid enough to marry the snake, made her blood boil.

  The bell over the front door chimed, announcing her next client. Every time she looked around her home, Lacey couldn’t help but feel proud. It wasn’t large or fancy, but it was hers. She still didn’t really understand why the bank had approved her loan, but she’d been desperate after leaving her marriage and wasn’t about to question the good will of others.

  Feeling lighter, Lacey made her way back up the hall. She opened the heavy door separating the front room from the rest of the house. She’d had it installed specifically for the purpose of keeping her business separate from her personal life.

  Her wide smile shifted to a grimace of annoyance when she caught sight of who was perched on the threshold of her front door, half in and half out, as if he wasn’t sure it was okay to fully enter.

  He was definitely hard to miss. Tall, with a stocky build and shoulders that seemed to span the doorway, Chance Bodine was an intimidating presence. Especially to a woman who couldn’t even claim to be five feet.

  His wide grin and twinkling eyes always seemed to disappear while around her. Every time it happened Lacey tried to brush away the small bite of pain and hurt feelings the change caused. There were old hurts there, Lacey just couldn’t manage to see past Chance’s larger than life ego to find them.

  “What do you need, Chance?” Lacey allowed the exasperation in her voice free rein as she walked toward him. She stopped at the small desk near the front door, too near him and his musky manly scent. With short angry movements, she snatched the appointment book from the desk.

  “It doesn’t feel right to just walk in someone’s house. It can’t be safe, Lacey. Not with you here alone.”

  The deep baritone of his voice had the power to peak her nipples and drench her panties in seconds flat. Eyes narrowed in both concentration and anger, anger at him and her traitorous body, Lacey turned to him and answered.

  “It’s safe enough. Was there something you needed, Chance? I’m expecting a client.”

  She couldn’t help the hint of victory as she rubbed the fact of her client in his face. She’d refused him so many times it wasn’t funny. She’d actually thought of getting a sign to hang on her front door stating the fact.

  It had all started a while back when the idiot barged into her home right in the middle of a session, demanding her partially nude male client leave instantly. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the way he’d then gone on like a cowboy possessed to tell her how she belonged to him and had better keep her hands off the town’s male population.

  It had taken her a few minutes to stop laughing and she’d only managed the feat because her anger had mounted at his audacity. Tired of being a doormat, Lacey had done the only thing she could think of, she’d taken the broom after him, then locked the door as soon as she knocked him through it.

  And now he was back for round two.

  Lacey watched as the corner of his mouth quirked up in utter male satisfaction. The small smile made her stomach flutter and her pulse fly. He should be outlawed and he damned well knew it.

  When he began to slowly work the buttons of his shirt free of their moorings, she couldn’t even manage to squeak a protest. It wasn’t until the tanned expanse of his well-developed chest came into view that she realized what an easy target she made. The thought brought her mind scrambling back from its lust-induced stupor and her anger to an all time high.

  “Dammit, Chance! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her hands were fisted on her hips in anger but even standing rigidly at attention she still only came to the center of his chest.

  His whiskey eyes bore into hers, their intensity making her shiver before retreating a step. A move she immediately cursed herself for when he moved forward soundlessly, as if he were an animal stalking its prey.

  He continued to move forward, backing her across the room slowly but surely, even as he completely removed his shirt and allowed it to fall from his fingertips to the floor.

  Lacey couldn’t help but stare at the broad expanse of his chest. Her fingers burned with the need to feel the coarse hair covering him. It was brown with a reddish tinge, just like his well-trimmed beard and moustache. His cleanly shaven head was a stark contrast to the rest of his body if the hair on his chest gave any indication.

  He reached for the buckle of his belt at the same time Lacey’s backside hit the edge of the massage table. Her quick sidestep wasn’t quick enough to stop Chance from caging her where she was.

  With his fly undone it was hard not to notice the generous swell of his cloth-covered erection beneath the white stretchy cotton of what she hoped were boxer briefs. Lacey silently chastised herself for her curiosity over what type of underwear the ogre was wearing.

  Her mind screamed for her to fight, to run, but he was so close and he smelled so damned good, she couldn’t get her body to comprehend the severity of her dilemma. And when he leaned into her, causing her to lean back over the table, she was lost.

  Her body all but melted against him as he kissed first her cheek and then her lips. Changing positions, Chance sat on the edge of the massage table, bringing her between his spread thighs. His hold on her hips was firm yet gentle. Every inch of his heated hands registered as sparks flew straigh
t to her core, causing her depths to spasm with need.

  He ended the kiss with a smile on his face, setting her away from him before he rolled over onto the bed facedown.

  “I’m here for a massage.” His voice was calm, cajoling almost, in its lack of urgency, considering how ready she was. Her panties were soaked and her breasts ached with need. It seemed hard to get enough air into her lungs and it felt as though her heart would pound its way right out of her chest.

  It took her a moment to realize how close to the edge he’d brought her, with nothing more than his lips and the sound of his voice. She wanted to crack him over the head with her broom this time around but was afraid to go after him in haste and anger because if she did, it was going to take an army to get her off him.

  A few deep breaths made Lacey feel composed enough to speak, even though she really wanted to scream and rant and rave. Chance had managed to turn her into nothing more than a piece of quivering flesh. She sure the hell wasn’t going to let his manipulation of her body turn her into a puddle at his feet.

  Back rigid, Lacey stalked across the room to once again grab the appointment book off the desk. “I don’t know what in the hell you’re trying to pull Chance but my ten o’clock is with…” Her words trailed off as she noticed the changes made to her schedule.

  Ted Snider, the fireman who had a running ten o’clock on Tuesdays, had been scratched out and replaced with the initials CSB. The whole day’s lineup looked the same, the only difference being a variation on the initials. Lacey felt the absurd need to give in to a bout of nervous laughter.

  Looking over to where Chance lay on his stomach, propped up on an elbow, she asked, “What does the S stand for?”

  He lifted a bushy brown brow but remained silent.

  “CSB, your initials. What does the S stand for?”

  * * * *

  She looked like a woman on the edge, making Chance wonder if he’d pushed too hard too soon. He wanted nothing more than to pull her to him. To take her tiny body in his arms and find out whether or not she’d be able to take the whole length of his steel hard cock or if he’d have to be extra careful. But from the looks of her, that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon.

  “Samuel,” he said, burying his face back into the cutout of the massage table. “Remind me and I’ll tell you about it sometime. Right now I want one of your special massages I’ve heard so much about.”

  He wasn’t lying or trying to stroke her ego, although stroking anything remotely connected to Lacey Winslow worked for him. He’d actually heard all about her magic hands, about how her clients left feeling both relaxed and rejuvenated. He wanted to experience firsthand the sound of her sultry voice as she hummed her way through a session. It was one of the many things the folks in town talked about.

  Chance heard her move and felt her presence long before he felt the first tentative touch of Lacey’s hand. Her touch didn’t stay tentative for long though. A well placed jab to the ribs made him jump.

  “What the hell was that for?”

  When he tried to lift his head, she leaned into him with what felt like a pointy elbow, giving him no choice but to stay put.

  “I don’t like being manipulated and I sure the hell don’t like your high-handedness. If I had wanted you as a client, I would have accepted you the first time you walked through my door.”

  Chance couldn’t see her face but she sounded damned mad. He could just imagine her eyes flashing with every word she spat. Would the small mounds of her perky little breasts be heaving in indignation?

  “You gave me no choice, Lacey. I’ve laid it all on the line. I told you I wanted you and planned to have you, nothing has changed. I’m a patient man under most circumstances, this isn’t one of them.”

  This time a painful pinch to the tender flesh at his side was the retaliation. His hand shot out and grasped Lacey’s wrist. “Enough, Lace.”

  Her voice shook when she finally spoke. “I’ll give you your damned massage because if I don’t, I’ll be out the cash but after today, I don’t want you around, Chance. I can’t do this again.”

  The last of her words met his ears on a breathless whisper, causing him to wonder if he’d made the right decision by confronting her.

  Her small hands once again feathered over his sensitive flesh before quickly learning the layout of his back and shoulders. The way her tiny hands moved across his back and down to his lower waist had him moaning in aroused pleasure. The thought of those same hands pumping the length of his cock just before taking him into the warm recess of her mouth sent his senses reeling. If Chance wasn’t careful he’d make a mess of both himself and her massage table.

  Soon she was making chopping motions with the edge of her hands, loosening the muscles along the way. When finished with that task, she poured some type of warm oil down his spine. It felt thick and smelled heavenly, just the way he imagined she would taste when he finally got his face buried between her thighs.

  The thought of using her own oil to lube her back entrance for the small plug he planned to buy for her brought his arousal to a peak. He could mentally picture her body writhing beneath his fingers as he prepared her. She would be scorching hot and ultra tight, begging and pleading for release long before he was willing to grant her wish.

  All coherent thought vanished as Lacey began to work on the muscles of his neck. Her hands were strong for being so small. Chance was powerless to protest his lack of control as her thumbs pressed deep into the tissue, milking the muscles she found there just as he dreamed her tight pussy would milk the solid length of his cock.

  It seemed only seconds had trickled by before Lacey stopped and yet, from the illuminated numbers of his digital watch, Chance was surprised to find it had been thirty glorious minutes of feeling her hands on him, kneading the muscles of his back until he felt as if he could slide from the table in a boneless heap. The thought of getting up seemed like cruel punishment. Chance said as much.

  “Too bad, time’s up.”

  Lacey stood at the connecting door, her hands clasped in front of her. She was preparing to bolt. The realization brought all languid thoughts screeching to a dead halt. She wasn’t going to leave. He wouldn’t let her.

  Chance sat, then lowered his feet to the floor. His jeans were still unfastened, his chest still bare. He had more important things to worry about than dressing. He had to figure out a way to keep Lacey from walking through the connecting door and locking him out.

  “Your next appointment is in thirty minutes. I’ll see you then if you insist on continuing with this fiasco.”

  Chance chose to ignore her sarcastic words. “Have lunch with me instead.”

  His thinly veiled command must have hit a nerve because instead of responding with a smile, her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “No.”

  Lacey didn’t even hesitate with her answer. Chance fought to hold back a disapproving roar as she reached for the knob.

  “Open that door and I’ll have you over my knee before you know it.”

  He didn’t figure the threat would go over too well but when she just stared at him, a look of confusion clearly plastered across her pixie-like face, Chance couldn’t hold back the predatory smile curving his lips. She was such a naive little thing to have been married before.

  The memory of her failed marriage wiped his smile away. Knowing she was still fairly innocent because of her ex-husband’s cheating ways made him see red.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Chance Bodine, but I do know you’re cutting into my break time. So if you insist on coming back, that’s fine, but I won’t be back out for thirty minutes.”

  Chance stared in fascination as she turned her back to him. He wasn’t the no-nonsense type like his older brother, Clay, but he had an edge to him most knew about and made sure to never press beyond. Evidently Lacey wasn’t one of them.

  The snick of the lock jolted him from his inner thoughts and Chance was a bit put out to find himself stand
ing alone in the center of the room still only half dressed. His mind was a riot of ideas. Taming Lacey was going to be far more fun than he ever could have imagined. First though, he wanted her even more off balance.

  Chance quickly decided the best way to accomplish such a thing was to keep her guessing. His first plan of action was to do the complete opposite of what she expected. He pulled enough bills from his wallet to cover the whole day, then left her home office, locking the front door on his way out.

  The fact that he owed her a spanking was foremost on his mind but he wasn’t going to collect just yet. She’d be expecting something along those lines and was even now probably spending her time trying to figure out either how to evade him or best him at his own game.

  No, he’d be giving her a bit of time to worry and wonder. Time to remember his words, the look on his face as he’d said them. Time to forget. Then he’d pounce. Chance’s palms tingled in anticipation. His already erect length throbbed in accordance to his plan.

  Chance couldn’t help the sudden boom of laughter that caused some of the townsfolk to stare as he climbed into his truck and headed home to the ranch. Just picturing the surprise on Lacey’s face when the day of reckoning finally came was enough to make even the dourest of souls smile.

  The thought of her aroused struggles and heated protests just before his palm made contact with the fleshy globes of her ass and she moaned in delight, was enough to make him rub the length of his denim-covered erection in heated anticipation. It also made for a long trip home.

  Chapter Two

  Lacey pulled the comforter back on her bed then proceeded to climb between the cool sheets, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to settle down. Not even cursing Chance relaxed her enough to fall asleep.

  She couldn’t get out of her mind how he’d felt beneath her hands. His skin so hot, his muscles so hard. Lacey wasn’t sure she would ever be able to forget. Touching him was hard enough to try and block from her mind but she had a sneaking suspicion that forgetting the taste and feel of his tongue in her mouth would be nearly impossible.

  Finally unable to bear the boredom of just laying there, staring at the ceiling, Lacey made her way from her room to the kitchen. Just enough moonlight made its way through the window so as not to need the light on. Combined with the tiny nightlight in the hallway, she could make out what she was doing.