Everyone secretly yearns to be wild and uninhibited—everyone, whether they admit to it or not. During the hottest night of debauchery in New Orleans, Jazz yearns for someone who is not there, someone she never even officially met. Without hope for a lusty tryst with the hot stranger who haunts her wet dreams, she relies on a wicked, little tube of lipstick to vibrate her to release from the longing she suffers. When the sexy blue-eyed stranger suddenly appears in her private room above the French Quarter, what can she do? Her fantasies about this man are about to become a reality and he’s doing everything she’s been dreaming of, but how will she hide the little sex toy purring between her thighs? Will she lose her chance for a night of glorious romping, when he finds she is wearing some very risqué lipstick?
Every night since, she’d fallen asleep with the memory of his haunting eyes. The encounter had been startling, but she’d reprimanded herself several times over her reaction. Getting moist panties while standing in a public place just from the way a man looked at her? Too outrageous.
But her dreams were vivid. In one, she was walking down a dark street and he drove by. He pulled his car around and parked. Getting out, he moved toward her. Her whole body tingled when he drew closer.
The dream got strange from that point on. He seemed angry at first, and she could not figure out why. Then, he pushed her up against his car, his warm hands roaming up along her thighs, past her waist, and under her blouse. He leaned in and whispered, “Have to search you.”