Page 131 of Wicked Fantasies

“So you are a virgin. You lied to me. You’ve never been tied up and you’ve never been fucked in the ass. Have you ever been spanked?”

He seemed intent on bringing every deep, dark sexual secret to light and for a moment, she felt a spurt of angry rebellion bubble up inside her. Did he intend to lay out his past sexual exploits for her examination?

“Not well,” she spat out, and she was surprised when he laughed. He leaned down to help her stand, turning her in his arms and embracing her tightly.

“Jesus, you are a treasure.” His murmured compliment relaxed her, and as quickly as her anger came, it left. His words, his actions, everything spoke to her, and she found it hard to keep the emotional distance she needed to maintain.

What foolish part of her had believed she could have a physical relationship with the man and remain aloof?

He was intent on conquering her, and although the battle had yet to begin—she sensed this interlude had been little more than a skirmish—she was already weak.

“Go lie down on the bed. On your back, spread-eagle.” He released her. “You’re going to offer me that innocence, Gwen, and I’m going to accept it.”

She stepped away from him on unsteady feet, her mind trying to acclimate to the idea that he would tie her up, spank her, fuck her ass.

Did she want that?

She stifled a small giggle at the insane question.

Did shewantit?

Holy hell, her only concern was that he wouldn’t do it quickly enough. He was intent on dragging this play out when all she wanted was hard, fast, rough sex for as long as they both shall live.

As she lay on the bed, she sucked in a breath.

As long as they both shall live.

Where did that idea come from?

This wasn’t a true honeymoon. It was business with a bit of pleasure thrown in for good measure.

She was here for two months. Two months to work on a screenplay and perhaps enjoy some hot bed play with the handsome, sexy Ty Ransome.

That was it.

That was all.

Dear God, please let that be all.

Ty watchedGwen crawl onto his bed and position herself as he’d directed. He marveled at the fact his cock seemed to grow even larger at the image of her laid out before him like a banquet feast. He honestly couldn’t believe any more blood could fit into his already aching, filled-to-bursting appendage.

Christ.

He was two seconds away from blowing and he hadn’t even taken off one stitch of clothing. His little author was a veritable sex kitten and she had no idea of her effect on him.

She watched him through hooded eyelids and for a moment, he was overwhelmed with the desire to know exactly what she was thinking.

She was approaching sex with him as a temporary thing. He’d seen her consider his proposition, and he knew the moment she’d decided to give in to their mutual attraction.

Convincing her to stick around for the long run was going to be his real challenge. Well, that and dragging her repressed desires into the limelight.

She seemed slightly appalled by her hot buttons. She obviously liked pain and the thought of bondage, but he watched her constantly try to hide those facts, deny their existence.

During their phone calls and conversations, he’d discovered she was a woman who was used to being in charge of every aspect of her life and her career, but surely she must be tired of always making every decision, calling all the shots. By taking away her decisions in the bedroom, he suspected he could remove some of the lingering loneliness and stress reflecting in her eyes.

He walked to the end of the bed and looked at her. She constantly surprised him.

Rather than squirm uncomfortably under his scrutiny, she seemed to flourish with his appreciative looks. “You truly are lovely, Gwen.”

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