Page 8 of Wicked Fantasies

“Well,” she began, startled by his persistence. Ross never pushed for storylines. He always trusted her to script a plot completely before she asked him to help her tweak it. “I…was thinking about trying one of those…you know.” She waved her hand in midair, too mortified to tell him where her fantasy world had taken her.

“No,” he said, imitating her vague hand gesture with a grin, “I don’t know.”

Biting her lower lip, Julia scowled at him. “Ross,” she began to protest.

“Domination?” he asked. “Or maybe a kidnapping story where the woman is sold as a sex slave into a harem?”

Afraid Ross might discover how close to the truth he was coming, Julia turned her head to hide the damned blush burning her cheeks.

In her fantasy, she was his sex slave. She belonged totally to him, doing anything and everything he asked of her. Thanks to the erotica books he’d loaned her, she now had a wide array of sexual fantasies about him, far beyond the usual missionary position one she’d indulged in for years.

Her favorite one involved him tying her up and forcing her to have multiple orgasms. A purely ridiculous fantasy considering the fact she’d never had a single orgasm and didn’t know the first thing about how to have one, let alone several.

“Hmm.” He took her chin in his fingers and drew her face back to his. “What are you plotting in that delicious little mind of yours, Brown Eyes?”

“I— I—” she stuttered again. “Domination.” She blurted out the word quickly, hoping perhaps he wouldn’t hear or understand what she’d said.

“Domination. And what do you know about domination?” He sat up and slowly moved closer to her.

“Only what I’ve read,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to his lips as he moved even closer.

“Jules.” His breath was hot against her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“You are?” she asked breathlessly, her tongue sliding along her lower lip.

“Mm-hmm,” he murmured, his lips pressed softly against hers, “and then I’m going to help you do a little research for your novel.”

With those words, his lips opened against hers and his initial soft butterfly kiss took on a life of its own. His lips bruised hers in his intense efforts to possess her mouth. Julia had never been kissed with such reckless passion.

All of her previous lovers had been almost timid in the way they approached her. As if they were afraid she would break.

Ross seemed to suffer from no such fear. He used his kiss and his body to push her to her back on the soft rug, coming over her, covering her completely and leaving her feeling helpless and desired all at the same time.

Julia felt his enormous erection pressing against her hot center through her soft lounge pants as he pulled her legs apart and settled between them. Overwhelmed, she tried to draw away, if only to catch her breath, but Ross’s large hands captured her head, holding her still for his assault.

“Don’t fight me,” he said gruffly as he continued to use his tongue, lips and teeth on her mouth. “Don’t fight this.”

Domination.

The concept flitted through her mind as his words came back to her.

He’s going to help me research. Research domination.

Her heart pounded. She understood exactly what he meant to do. Ross was going to dominate her—sexually. Her too-hot-for-words, untouchable editor was going to teach her about submission. She closed her eyes. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.”

“Why can’t it?” came Ross’s deep voice above her, rough with desire.

Had she said that aloud? Opening her eyes, one look at his angry eyes told her she had.

“Why can’t this happen?” he repeated shortly.

“You can’t possibly want me. I mean, you can’t want to have sex with me.” She was mortified at being so thoroughly trapped under him. He could feel the shape of her body. Surely he realized the gods had not been generous with her—or actually, they’d been a little too generous. She was too short, too chubby and too curvy. Nothing like his usual super-thin, supermodel types.

“Oh, Jules, I definitely want to have sex with you,” he answered, slowly grinding his erection between her legs again. “I would think that would be obvious to you by now.”

“No, you can’t.” She struggled to escape his hold, “I mean, look at me, Ross.”

Confused, he pushed up on his elbows. “I am, Jules.”

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