Page 107 of Wicked Fantasies

“I’m not changing my mind.” Her voice was strong, steady and she smiled.

“Good.”

He pulled the blindfold off and for a few seconds she blinked, trying to accustom her eyes to what she was seeing. She was at Carter’s bar. It was closed, the blinds on the front windows drawn. There were candles scattered throughout the room, providing only dim lighting. Combined with the streetlights peeking through the cracks in the blinds, it was enough for her to see a table had been set.

However, it certainly wasn’t set for dinner.

“Hungry?” she teased, fighting like hell to hold on to the parts of herself she could control. She needed her sarcasm, her humor to carry her through this. It would be her only salvation.

“For you? Always.” He turned and started to pull her into his arms. She moved away quickly, ignoring the annoyance in his eyes.

“No kissing.”

“Dammit, Frankie. We’re not putting limits on this.”

“No kissing or I walk.” Dear God, please let her be able to follow through on that threat.

“So that’s it. You’re determined tonight’s going to be about fucking.”

She closed her eyes against his anger, his hurt. “It’s about time you started listening. Figured it out.”

He moved closer. “Oh, I’ve got your number, sweetheart. I can see straight through you.”

She was very afraid he could. She didn’t know how to reply. Couldn’t think of some cutting remark to counter his comment.

“But you know what? I’m calling your bluff, Carlyle. You want to get fucked, you got it.”

She didn’t respond. Didn’t have time. He gripped her arm tightly and turned her toward the long, banquet-style table. “Get undressed and climb on that table. Lay on your back.”

She narrowed her eyes and gestured at his clothing. “I want you naked too.”

He gave her a wicked grin that would have frightened a reasonable woman. Unfortunately, it sent tremors of arousal pulsing through her. “I’ll be naked soon enough. I’m not going to repeat myself, Frankie. You have sixty seconds to comply with my demands or you’re going to find yourself tied facedown on that table with me taking a belt to your ass. Move.”

For a split second, she considered pushing the envelope.

Reed saw it and grinned. “Either way, I’m going to enjoy it.”

She huffed out an impatient breath and began disrobing. She was too curious to see what he had in mind. Once she was naked, he helped her onto the table. It was covered with a plush quilt rather than a tablecloth.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but if you try to put an apple in my mouth like some roast pig, I’m out of here.”

He chuckled. “God, I love your spirit.”

Her chest ached at his admission. While he might like her spirit now, men like him would never be able to accept it for long. As soon as she gave herself to him, he’d slowly begin chiseling away at all her freedoms until soon there was nothing left of the woman she was now. She’d watched it happen to her mother, and she refused to let the same thing happen to her.

“Aren’t we missing something?” She tried to erase the dark thoughts from her mind, refused to let her anxiety ruin this last fantasy, this last night with Reed.

He shook his head. “Look over there.” He pointed toward the bar and Frankie swallowed heavily. She’d been so focused on Reed, on her worries, she’d failed to register that they weren’t alone.

Turning her head, she spotted Carter sitting at the bar. He’d been hidden in the shadows when she’d first entered. She thought briefly she should be embarrassed to be lying naked on a table in front of him, but the appreciation in his eyes made her feel desirable, beautiful. In that moment, she realized how well Reed understood her, knew her. She’d done the stranger fantasy. For this fantasy, she needed a familiar face, a friend. Carter was the perfect choice because she trusted him.

“I’m going to be greedy,” Reed said, recapturing her attention. “I’m claiming my part of the fantasy first.”

Exhibitionism. He was going to have sex with her as Carter watched. She trembled, squeezing her legs together in a lame attempt at finding some relief.

Reed shook his head. “Open your legs. You don’t have to hide your arousal, Frankie. Show him what a vibrant, sexy woman you are. Let him see why you’ve got my dick tied in a knot.”

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