Stranded Heat in Tampa Bay

Chapter 1: Unexpected Roommate

Hey there, I’m Cathy Shaner, but everyone just calls me Cat. I’m your average 35-year-old married gal, rockin’ a curvy 5’2” frame with 40DDD tits that could stop traffic, a tiny waist, and a round, chunky ass that’s got some serious bounce. My pale skin and dark red hair make me stand out, and yeah, I’ve got these huge, sensitive nipples that are pretty much always hard and begging for attention. I was supposed to be in Tampa Bay with my husband Galen for a little getaway, but the poor guy got sick last minute. So, here I am, solo and ready for some sun—until everything went to shit.

I roll up to the hotel, all excited for a king-sized bed and some room service, only to have the clerk hit me with the news. ‘Ma’am, the country’s on lockdown. We’re overbooked with stranded travelers. We’ve had to double up rooms.’ I’m standing there, jaw on the floor, as she tells me the only spot left is a tiny room with a double bed, already occupied by some guy named Marcus Black. ‘Great,’ I mutter, ‘just what I needed—a stranger to share my vacay with.’

I drag my suitcase to the room, knock once, and the door swings open. Holy hell, I’m staring up at a goddamn mountain of a man. Marcus Black is over 6’6”, built like a freakin’ tank with muscles bulging everywhere. Bald head, piercing brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. He smirks down at me, and I feel my knees wobble. ‘You must be my new roommate,’ he says, voice deep and smooth like melted chocolate. ‘Name’s Marcus. Hope you don’t mind close quarters.’

‘Cat,’ I reply, trying to keep my cool while my eyes are basically undressing him. ‘And nah, I’m good with tight spaces… as long as you don’t snore.’ I flash him a grin, and he chuckles, stepping aside to let me in. The room’s a shoebox—barely enough space for the double bed and our luggage. I can already tell this is gonna be… interesting.

‘So, Cat,’ he says, lounging on the bed like he owns it, ‘what’s a fine thing like you doing here all alone?’ His gaze is locked on me, and I swear I feel it burning through my clothes. I toss my hair back, playing it coy. ‘Husband got sick, so I’m flying solo. What about you? What’s your deal?’

He grins, all teeth and mischief. ‘I’m in town for work. Let’s just say I’m in the entertainment biz. Adult entertainment.’ My eyebrows shoot up, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘No shit? You’re a porn star?’ He nods, proud as hell. ‘Biggest in the game, darlin’. And I don’t mean just my rep.’

I roll my eyes, but I’m already feeling that heat creeping up my neck. ‘Oh, please. I’ve heard that line before.’ I’m teasing, but there’s a part of me—a big part—that’s dying to find out if he’s bluffing. I drop my bag and sit on the edge of the bed, our thighs brushing. The tension’s thick, and I’m hyper-aware of how close he is, how his scent is all musky and male.

‘You don’t believe me?’ he challenges, leaning in so his breath tickles my ear. ‘I could show you right now, Cat. Bet you’d be purring in no time.’ My heart’s racing, and I turn to face him, our lips inches apart. ‘Big talk for a guy I just met. You think you can handle a woman like me?’

His hand slides to my waist, firm and possessive, pulling me closer. ‘Baby, I don’t just handle—I dominate. And trust me, you’ll be begging for more.’ I’m wet already, my body betraying me as I smirk back. ‘Prove it, tough guy. I don’t break easy.’

Next thing I know, his lips crash into mine, hungry and rough, and I’m melting into him. His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, tugging at my shirt, and I’m panting, desperate for more. We’re about to tear this tiny room apart, and I can already feel how hard he is against me. This lockdown just got a whole lot hotter.