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“We want to hire a room for an hour,” my companion said, then turned to me. “Do you have a couple of hundred bucks on you?”

“We have to pay to use the rooms?” I asked in surprise.

“This is a classy place,” the werebear said. “It costs money to keep the rooms clean. We don’t let just anyone use our equipment.”

His tone was affronted, as if I’d insulted his personal hygiene. “Okay, fine, I’ll pay for a room for an hour,” I said. If I hadn’t been so horny, I’d have stalked out of the club in annoyance. But I had a cute guy who was a sure thing right in front of me. I wasn’t about to turn down the chance to have sex with a shifter. I’d been wondering what it would be like to be with a non-human. It was time to satisfy my curiosity, so I handed over my credit card.

The werebear scanned it on his work phone, then handed it back. “Have a pleasant time,” he said suggestively, then stepped aside to let us up the stairs.

Another bouncer met us on the second floor. “The second room on the right is available,” she said, pointing the way. Whores weren’t allowed to work in the establishment, but they had no problem with couples renting their rooms, it seemed.

My date impatiently tugged on my hand and I hurried to keep up with him. I had no idea what to expect when he pushed the door open. Whips, chains and manacles flashed through my mind. Reality turned out to be far less kinky. A king size bed sat against the far wall. Instead of sheets, a plastic cover protected the mattress. A chest of drawers stood next to the bed. The drawers were open to display a wide variety of sex toys. A heavy scent of disinfectant hung in the air, making it smell like a hospital room. As far as romance went, I’d give it zero out of five stars.

“I’m Clay,” the cougar said, closing the door and locking it.

“I’m Saige,” I replied, wishing I’d downed a few more beers to make this less awkward.

“I love big women,” Clay said, stepping forward to cup my breasts.

“I wouldn’t call myself big,” I denied as he buried his face between my boobs. “I’m voluptuous,” I added, finding it suddenly getting harder to breathe as he yanked my strapless bra and dress down.

Clay’s mouth latched onto my nipple and his hands went to the hem of my short dress. He pulled it up as he maneuvered me towards the bed. “You have the biggest butt I’ve seen in ages,” he said in approval and sank his fingers into my flesh.

I knew I should have been offended, but desire was rising inside me. Usually, I gave anyone who described me in a bad way a verbal smackdown. Clay seemed to worship bigger girls, so who was I to deny him his fantasy. “Make sure you wear a condom,” I reminded him as he pulled back to strip his shirt off. He had a nice body, if not quite as muscular as I liked.

Leaving me long enough to search the chest of drawers, he held up a condom in triumph. “This is going to be hard and fast,” he warned me, then took his jeans off. While he wasn’t huge in the downstairs area, he was big enough to get the job done, or so I hoped.

The werecougar donned protection, then moved me back until I sat down on the bed. He grabbed hold of my legs before I could scoot backwards, then pulled my thong aside and shoved himself into me. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, then leaned down to squish his face between my boobs again.

Hooking my calves around his thighs, I tried to get into the mood as Clay thrusted into me wildly. The desire he’d coaxed to life was waning at the muffled snorts and snuffles that came from between my breasts. I closed my eyes and an image of Drake Gilden came to mind. I pictured him standing above me, sliding his shaft in and out of me while he sucked hard on my nipple.

“That’s it, baby,” Clay crooned when I clenched around him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he vowed.

Ignoring him as best I could, I locked eyes with Drake’s golden orbs in my mind. He pinned my hands against the mattress and bent to nuzzle my neck. His teeth scraped against my skin and hot air wafted from his mouth. He was losing control of himself and his inner dragon was coming out.

In my imagination, Lord Gilden’s powerful thighs drove him into me over and over. I could feel an orgasm building and knew it was going to be epic. Then Clay grunted in ecstasy and slumped over me, spent. “I’m not done, yet!” I exclaimed in dismay.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, then pulled out and shoved two fingers inside me. I was close enough to the edge for him to push me over it as his fingers took over from his shaft. While I climaxed, it felt lame in comparison to what I’d been on the brink of in my fantasy. “Was it good for you?” he asked, tone smug like he thought he was a sex god.

“Sure,” I replied, feeling strangely disappointed, despite my orgasm.

“We’ve still got plenty of time left. Do you want to go for another round?” he suggested.

“Why not?” I said with a shrug. Maybe I’d be able to conjure up the fantasy of Drake again and have a mind-blowing climax this time.

Clay couldn’t evoke the same desire that I felt when I pictured Lord Gilden. I had to bring up the image of the weredragon again when the cougar donned a condom for our second round. This time, I lay on my stomach with Clay behind me. It was so similar to my sex dream about Drake that I moaned when he slid into me. He was nowhere near as well-endowed as the man of my fantasies, but my imagination made up for it.

“I’ll last longer this time,” Clay promised and began to thrust into me rhythmically.

My fingers clenched the plastic that covered the mattress and I heard it tear. The shifter slapped my butt and I jerked in reaction. “Do that again!” I ordered and he complied. Imagining it was Drake behind me, pumping hard and fast and spanking my butt cheeks made my lust flare to life.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” Clay said, slapping me hard enough to leave welts if I’d been human. It didn’t even sting a little bit, but he didn’t know that. I drowned out his voice and shoved myself backwards each time he thrust forward. This time, he held on long enough for my orgasm to crash over me. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through me as I pictured Lord Gilden’s magnificent body standing behind me. He pumped a few more times, then collapsed onto the bed next to me. “I always please the ladies,” Clay said smugly.

“You sure do,” I agreed, standing up to tug my clothes back into place. I wasn’t about to burst his bubble and tell him I’d been picturing another man inside me. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I’ve got to go,” I added.

“I hope I’ll see you again sometime,” Clay said without bothering to ask me for my number. Neither of us wanted a relationship. We’d only been after a one-night stand and now it was time for us to part ways.

“I’m sure you will,” I said, then headed for the door.