Acting Out (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 22,089
15 Ratings (4.2)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Allison Ames thinks she has it all figured out. An elementary school teacher, the most exciting thing in Allison's day is grading papers. But that's before she meets sizzling soap star Chase Santiago. A not so chance encounter in a garden leaves Allison craving Chase's touch, even as she questions the sanity of her actions. As Allison's exploits become more and more daring, she becomes convinced that the sexual attraction between her and Chase must be ignored before she goes too far.

But Chase has other ideas...

"The idea for Acting Out came to me while standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. The stories on the covers of the tabloids are always so exciting, at least more exciting than my life! I began to wonder what would happen when an average woman gets swept up in the lifestyle, and realizes maybe she's not so average after all..." ~ Penelope ~

A Siren Erotic Romance

Acting Out (MF)
15 Ratings (4.2)

Acting Out (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 22,089
15 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
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5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Acting Out is a tantalizing, sexy, erotic short story that had me panting and begging for more from page one. The plot of the story is well-written and realistic in regards to the conflict and fears exhibited by both Chase and Allison, and the words flow smoothly across the page like silk. Acting Out will definitely bring out the voyeur in you. The sex scenes were at times sensual and at times raw to the point that they will send shivers down your spine because of mere eroticism of it all. In essence, Acting Out is a fantastic short story that you don’t want to miss. Bravo to Ms. Swift for providing us with a sensual, decadent, heartfelt erotic story that quickly turns lust and desire into love and will definitely get you hot and bothered in all the right places as you explore your inner voyeurism." --AJ, Dark Diva Reviews

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“I’ll do it.” The words were out of Allison’s mouth before she could call them back, and the women around the table fell into shocked silence. “I’ll go over and ask him if he’s either gay or Chase Santiago.” Allison smiled, even though she was a little bit nauseous. The rational part of her brain asked her what she thought she was doing, but Allison pushed the little voice aside. She was a grown woman, and she would show the rest of the women at the table they were acting like teenaged girls overdosing on hormones.

Grace managed to find her voice first. “Allison, you don’t want to do that. That’s your third beer. You’re drunk, honey.”

Allison laughed. “No I’m not. It’s light beer.”

“Wait. Why don’t we make this interesting since Allison is game?” There was a mischievous glint in Julie’s eyes, and Allison desperately wanted to wipe the smug smile off of the woman’s face.

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you go over there and ask him if he’s gay. If he says yes, you come back here and your drinks tonight are on me, plus I’ll take your lunchroom detail for the next month.”

“Piece of cake.” Allison stood to go when Julie raised her hand. Allison put her hands on her hips and waited for Julie to continue.

“If he says he’s not gay, you have to ask him to kiss you.” Julie sat back in her chair triumphantly, her arms crossed and a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Allison hadn’t realized until the moment how much she couldn’t stand her.

“Like I said, piece of cake.” Allison finished the rest of her beer and stood up, a devil-may-care grin on her face. “Wish me luck, bitches.” It was a line completely out of character for her, but she felt a bit naughty and dangerous. The women at the table whooped and cheered, and Allison made her way over to the table.

The three men were deep in conversation when she walked over, falling silent at her approach. Allison barely registered the resemblance between the two men sitting with Mr. Land Rover, their sandy blond hair and blue eyes similar in a way that told of a familial connection. Allison tilted her head to the side and flashed her most engaging smile, the one reserved for difficult parents.

“Hi. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

The dark-haired man leaned back in his chair, shrugging. “Nope. But only if I get to ask you one in return.” The man’s deep voice had sent a thrill of pleasure zinging through Allison’s body, stopping to rest low in her abdomen. The man had been sexy from across a parking lot. At arm’s length, he was so potent, Allison had trouble thinking straight. His eyes were hazel, a shade somewhere between green and brown and there was a day’s worth of stubble on his face, lending him a dangerous air.

“That’s fair…okay. So, I wanted to ask you…” Allison’s earlier bravado began to fade, and she cast a glance over her shoulder at her table. Grace looked hopeful, but Julie looked self-righteous, and it was enough to galvanize Allison into action.

“I wanted to ask you if you were gay.”

The question burst forth, and as soon as the words were out, the playful look in the man’s eyes faded. The other two men at the table began to choke back laughter, and Allison felt her face heat with embarrassment.


“I’m sorry. It’s just that my friend and I saw you at the school earlier, and she thought you were Chase Santiago, but I knew that you couldn’t be, not in Evanton. And when you came in with your friends I thought there’s no way that three guys as good looking as you could exist simultaneously in Evanton…” Allison swallowed, realizing she rambled. “I just thought maybe you were gay.”

The man stood, walking around the table to stand in front of her. He towered over her, and the look on his face made Allison think she had stepped over some unknown boundary. An apology formed on her lips when a wicked smile spread across the man’s face.

“I’m not gay. But when a pretty girl asks a question like that, a man has something to prove.” Before Allison could reply, his lips met hers, demonstrating that he was definitely not gay.


“We’ll get caught,” she whispered, and his lips blazed a trail from her mouth to the hollow of her throat. He nipped at her earlobe, and Allison swallowed a moan.

“Not here. No one comes into the garden.” His thumb teased her nipple now, pleasure radiating outward and downward, moistening her panties. Allison yearned for him to find her moisture, and she ground her hips against him in desperation. She could feel his erection, hard and long, and she realized he was affected as strongly as she was.

For a moment, Allison tried to rationalize why she should stop Chase. She barely knew him, and elementary school teachers did not have sex with men they just met. But then Chase pinched her nipple, and Allison could think of nothing but wrapping her legs around Chase and riding him until she came.

Allison pulled on his shirt, untucking the material and pushing her hands up beneath the edge. She could feel the play of his muscles under her fingers, contracting and relaxing in response to her touch. A breeze came up, carrying the scent of hyacinth and mixing harmoniously with the spicy cologne Chase was wearing. He pushed Allison’s blouse up, and he pulled away from her questing hands to find her nipple with his mouth, the wet heat drawing a sound of pleasure from Allison.

He began to suckle at the nipple, switching from one peak to the other in a rhythm that made Allison’s toes curl. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hands between her legs. Chase sensed her need, and unfastened her pants deftly while still worshiping her breasts. He pushed his hands beneath the waistband of Allison’s panties to find her pussy hot and wet, and he made a sound of pleasure at the discovery. He pushed his finger past the damp curls and moist lips to find Allison’s clit. She cried out, arching against him as he began to rub the little nub.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his breath hot on her ear. Allison moaned in response, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said, quickening the tempo slightly, her finger sliding wetly up and down the length of her slit. Allison could feel her juices coming faster now, her entire being focused on the hand playing her pussy like a musical instrument. He fingered her clit roughly, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure again.

“Tell me what you want, Allison. Tell me what you need.” His hand still moved between her legs, and Allison had trouble putting together a coherent thought.

“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped out, bucking against his hand as he slid a single finger inside of her.

“Like this? You want me to put a couple of fingers in your cunt?” He slid another finger into her, and she shuddered in response.

“No. I want you inside of me.”

“Say the word, dear. Say what you want inside of you.”

Allison swallowed thickly, the haze of pleasure making the words flow like they never would otherwise. “I want your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Her words seemed to shred the last of his willpower, and he withdrew his hand. He unfastened his pants and dropped them around his ankles, a condom magically appearing in his hands. As he put it on, Allison shed her own pants, shaking with unspent need and desire.

He was back before she had a chance to miss him, lifting her up and bracing her against the wall. The bricks dug into her back, the pain barely noticeable in her current condition. His eyes met hers, questioning.

“Are you sure?”

“Do it.”

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