When Leah gets an invitation to a friend’s annual Halloween bash, she has mixed emotions. After all, at last year’s party, she met a man, fell for him hard in just one night, and then … never heard from him again. So this year, she decides to take a new approach. Screw the emotions – she’s going to find a hot guy and do the dirty with him, no intimate strings attached. And besides being a little kinky, doing it with costumes on will make it even less personal.Arriving at the soiree in her sexy cat costume, she spies a totally hot pirate across the room and knows instantly that he’s the man she’s going to seduce. But can she succeed in her plan? Or will this naughty little kitty end up heartbroken all over again?
Lacey says: What inspired this story was the title itself. I’m a huge fan of Halloween – and also pirates, as it happens – and when it came time to pen a story for one of the EC Caveman anthologies that would be released in autumn, it seemed like the perfect time to fit my sexy title to a fun, naughty Halloween romp. It also happens that I was once in a bar where the Captain Morgan’s rum people had sent a guy dressed in full Captain Morgan regalia to do promotional giveaways. He was WAY hot and the memory provided the inspiration for my hero.
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Leah sat on the sofa chatting with one of Tracy’s neighbors-currently
masquerading as a mermaid, right down to her iridescent green tail-when she felt someone’s palm move smoothly down the back of her head over her shoulder-length brown hair, making her scalp tingle.
She looked up to see the most handsome pirate she could have imagined. Yet despite the long raven tresses, tri-corn hat, and a full-length red captain’s coat, what she noticed most about him were his dark, arresting eyes. They seemed to possess her on contact. Or at least undress her. Or maybe he just made her want to *be* undressed. Whatever the case, she felt an instant chemistry with him, even before he said, “Nice kitty,” and boldly petted her again.
Her first response? She purred, peering up at him and feeling the slight swell of her pussy-that fast.
“Mmm, that feels good, now does it?” he asked, sporting a classic pirate accent.
“Um.meow,” she said in a softer, sexier voice than she’d ever heard leave her lips before.
He cast a wicked grin, clearly liking her cat games, but kept his pirate voice on. “What’s yer name, pussycat?”
Glancing over to see that, thankfully, the mermaid had already tuned in to someone else’s conversation, Leah bit her lip, then let out her own naughty little grin. “Kitty,” she said. She hadn’t planned to be so coy with whoever she met, but it had just dawned on her that if she was going to play out the whole costumed stranger fantasy, keeping her name to herself would make it that much easier.
“Aye, you’re a cute one, me beauty.”
“And you are?”
“Morgan,” he said. “Cap’n Morgan. But you can call me Cap’n fer short.”
She laughed lightly. “I thought you looked familiar.” Indeed, now she knew where she’d seen him-he was dressed like the pirate in the logo for Captain Morgan’s Rum, right down to the sexy little goatee. And she’d never really had a pirate fantasy before, but she was having one *now*. About being plundered. He wasn’t Johnny-Depp-pretty-instead he was strong and commanding, clearly the captain of any ship he wished to take. “So,” she said, still practically purring as she spoke, “what are you doing so far
“Arrrr-I be lookin’ fer wenches.” Then his gaze narrowed on her seductively. “But a pretty little kitten might do. I bet you could keep ole Cap’n Morgan right warm at night, snuggled up against him in the bunk.” Then he leaned closer, spoke softer, deeper. “Interested in the job, pussycat?”
Leah’s nether regions practically hummed. This was exactly the kind of guy she’d come here looking for tonight-hot, sexy and into casual, naughty fun. Moreover, he was exactly what she needed to help her pull this off. Of course, her second cosmo was helping, too. “What’s in it for me?” she whispered up to him, arching her chest, hoping he could see her nipples through her top.
“What would ye like, me beauty? Name it and ’tis yers.”
Boldly meeting his gaze, Leah ran her tongue across her upper lip. “Will you let me play with your sword?”
His eyes blazed with heat, buffered with a hint of amusement. “‘Tis called a cutlass amongst we pirates, pussycat, but yes-ye may play with it ’til yer heart’s content.”
“That sounds fun,” she said, barely able to speak now beneath the weight of her lust.
“Would ye care to join me for a walk on the beach then?”
She raised her eyebrows. “The beach?”
He winked. “Ye seem to think we’re inland, beauty, but the beach lies just outside and my sloop waits in the distance.” His voice deepened. “Come outside, pussycat, and you can play with my cutlass in private.”