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by Cathryn Fox


  His eyes were wide, filled with intrigue and delight. “Really?” he asked.

  “Yeah. It’s my dream to write for Entice magazine.”

  He tossed her his trademark panty-soaking smile. “Hmmm.”

  “What?”

  He crushed her body to his, his fingers marching over her arm. “If you move here, it will give us a chance to explore all our fantasies.”

  She scoffed and rolled her eyes, teasing him. “Like that’s an incentive.”

  “You didn’t happen to pick up a little French maid outfit to go with that paddle and satin rope, did you?”

  “You are so bad.” She whacked him. Hard.

  He grasped her hands and pinned them to her sides. “Now you’re really asking to be tied and spanked,” he said, his lips hovering over hers.

  Sara freed one hand, slid it down his body, and sheathed his cock. “I think we’ll have to postpone that until you recharge.” When she chuckled, Mitch smothered the sound with his mouth. After they shared a long, lingering kiss, Mitch packaged her against his body, her head resting on his chest. Silence reigned once again as they both went back to their own thoughts. Sara stifled a yawn, exhaustion easing itself into her bones.

  Mitch grabbed their beach towels and covered them. A short while later, she listened to his breathing level out and deepen. She glanced up at his handsome face and smiled, waiting patiently while he slept and recharged. Soon enough she’d wake him, because as far as she was concerned this night was far from over. There were many more fantasies to fulfill, a few toys to be used, and one spankable ass in need of a firm firefighter palm.

  * * *

  “Mitch.”

  He inched open his eyes, still half asleep. “Hmmm?”

  “It’s time.”

  “Time for what, babe,” he murmured, automatically reaching out beside him. Disappointment settled in his stomach when his hand came up empty.

  “Time for you to get up.”

  He rolled toward her voice, and his cock brushed against the pool lounger. He glanced down at his erection. “I already am up.”

  “Precisely.” Her sultry tone snapped him to attention.

  His head shot up. “Sweet fuck,” he whispered, his body rocketing to life. Mouth gaping open, he took in the erotic vision before him. Dressed only in a pair of firefighter pants, with the suspenders covering her nipples, Sara held a rope out to him. He spotted a paddle and a few other sex toys on the shelf beside her. Holy hell. She really did have a night of fantasy sex planned for him. And dammit, who was he to disappoint her. When he looked at the toys again, his mind raced with delicious ideas, and he knew he had every intention of playing his fantasies out to the fullest.

  Mitch blinked and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Either I’m dreaming or you just tapped into my fantasies.”

  Sara offered him a sultry smile, her glance roaming over his naked body. “You’re still dreaming, Mitch. It’s your erotic dream, and it’s yours to play out any way you like.”

  He could barely formulate a response. Climbing to his feet, he approached her slowly. “So this is all just a dream?”

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  “Which means I can do whatever I want to you?” He touched her flesh and felt her quiver. Keeping close, he circled her body, his cock brushing against her pants. He positioned his mouth close to her ear. “I like your costume.”

  “It’s no French maid outfit-”

  “It’s better.” Oh yeah, so much better. The way the suspenders pressed against her nipples made his mouth salivate, and those loose-fitting pants covering all her sexy curves played havoc with his imagination and shook him to the core.

  He took the rope out of her hand and stepped behind her. “In my dreams, I have you tied up.” He held her hands and tied them together behind her back. Her sharp intake of air thrilled him. Once she was secure, he rubbed his palm over her fine, spankable ass and squeezed. “Very nice,” he whispered.

  He came back around to stand in front of her. “In my dreams, your legs are always spread.” She quickly widened her legs. “Yeah, just like that.”

  He met her smoldering eyes. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing deepened. “And you’re always wet when I come to you.” He slid his palms under the suspenders and ran his hands from her shoulders to her pants, his knuckles brushing against her hard nipples. “Are you wet, Sara?”

  She grinned. “I’m always wet when you come to me.”

  That brought a smile to his face. He slipped a hand down her pants and brushed her pussy. “Mmmm, very creamy. Just the way I like it.” He nudged her clit and watched the storm brew in her eyes. He loved the way she wanted him.

  He could smell her arousal. He pushed his finger inside her pussy, stirring her heat.

  “What…what else happens in your dreams?” she asked him as she pitched her hips forward.

  “Well, first we kiss because I can never get enough of your mouth.” He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in her sweet taste. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. His cock throbbed, aching to move in and take its place. He raked his thumb over her clit and felt her shudder. “Sometimes I let you come right away. Other times I like to tease it out of you.”

  She was so goddamn close to coming right now, it amazed him. He pulled one suspender and then let go. It snapped against her nipple. Heat flooded her cheeks and her eyes widened, erotic delight apparent in her expression.

  Aching to claim her, to taste her, every fucking inch of her, just like he did in his fantasies, he covered his finger in her cream and walked behind her. Slipping his hand down the back of her pants, he pulled open her ass cheeks and coated her puckered opening. She tightened.

  “Mitch-”

  “Shhh…” he whispered. “You never protest in my dreams.”

  “But-”

  “I know how to take care of you, Sara.” Her words fell off when he unhooked her suspenders and let her pants fall to her ankles. He grabbed the paddle and smacked her ass.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her whole body quaked.

  He pitched his voice low. “See, baby, I know what you like.” Brushing his lips over the back of her neck, he lowered himself to his knees, inhaling the scent of her skin. Heat exploded inside him when she shook beneath his touch. It took all his effort not to back her up against the wall and sink into her. He whacked her ass again, leaving a bright red mark.

  “That stings,” she cried out, clearly enjoying it. Her head rolled to the side. “Tell me more about your dreams,” she coaxed, her words coming out breathlessly.

  He hit her a third time, then dropped the paddle. “You always like my tongue, no matter where I put it.”

  With the soft blade of his tongue, he caressed her ass cheeks, working his way to the center, giving her time to get used to the new feeling. He reached between her legs to get more cream and knew she was damn close to erupting.

  “Sometimes you come when I do this.” After generously slathering her cream on her puckered opening, he ran his tongue between her cheeks. As he pillaged her with his mouth, he reached around and pinched her clit. Her aroused scent curled around him and his body grew needy. Desperate to sink into her heat, his cock pulsed, his balls constricted.

  She fisted her fingers and moved restlessly against him. He continued with his gentle assault, stabbing her sweet hole with his tongue. “That’s it,” he whispered, encouraging her to let go. He worked his tongue over her rim harder, making her delirious with pleasure. A moan caught in her throat. Her breath came in a rush. When she pushed her ass into his face, he felt her give herself over to him.

  “That…that…feels…” Her body convulsed with pleasure, her hot juice dripped down her legs.

  Not quite done with her ass, he slid up her back and came around to face her. He reached for one of her sex toys. A small silver bullet with a remote control meant for ass fucking.

  “In my dreams you like it when I fuck your hot, little ass and pussy at the same tim
e.”

  She began panting. “Mitch, I bought that for you.”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “I kind of thought so.”

  “The clerk suggested it,” she rushed out. “She said her man loves it. I thought it might have been one of your fantasies, too.”

  He circled her and rubbed her cream all over her puckered back passage. His lips caressed her neck. He murmured into her ear. “But this is my dream, and you are mine to do with as I please. So I’m using it on you.”

  After pulling her cheeks wide open he pressed the silver bullet to her opening and gently eased it in. “You’re so tight, baby. Spread for me.” Once he pushed pass the ringed opening, she took the toy in easily. He groaned low and deep as it disappeared inside her.

  With the little bullet in place he turned it on to vibrate and captured Sara by the waist. He backed her up against the wall.

  She swallowed hard, drew a labored breath, and shot him a smoldering look. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Mitch.”

  The sudden urgent need to fuck her overtook him. Lust, need, and desire churned inside him. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Without releasing the rope binding her hands, he lowered himself to the floor and pulled her on top of him.

  “Fuck me, Sara.” He could hear the urgency and emotion in his voice. He widened her pussy lips as she impaled herself on him. Jesus, she was tight. When he grabbed her hips, she began riding him, hard and fast, her head whipping from side to side, her wet pussy massaging his shaft. The position allowed him to watch her full breasts bounce up and down.

  This was better than any dreams he’d ever enjoyed.

  As he drove his cock into her, he could feel the buzzing little bullet in her ass. He’d never quite felt anything like that, either. It damn near drove him to the brink in record time. Blood pounded through his veins, and his hunger for her made him quake. He drove into her, seeking more than just her heat.

  His hands bit into her flesh as they indulged in each other’s body, her ripples of pleasure urging him on. “That’s it, Sara. Come all over my cock.”

  She threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip. “Mitch,” she cried out. The second her hot cream covered his shaft, a growl ripped through him and he released deep inside her. She collapsed on top of him, their wet bodies melting together, both of them gasping for air.

  After a long moment he turned off the vibrator and eased it out of her. Sated from the best sex he’d ever had, he untied her hands, carried her to the inflated lounger, and curled in beside her.

  “Mitch.”

  She sounded so drowsy. He brushed her hair back. “Yeah, babe? What is it?”

  “It’s not time to wake up, is it?” Her breathing leveled off and he could tell she needed rest before they fucked again.

  “No, it’s not time to wake up, Sara. Not even close.”

  “Good.”

  As he tightened his arms around her, emotions overtook him. Their sex was perfect, she was perfect, everything was perfect and by God, if he had anything to do with it, they’d never wake up from this incredible fantasy.

  Chapter Five

  Sara looked so beautiful and peaceful that Mitch hated to disturb her, but he didn’t want her to open her eyes and think he’d run out on her either. Last night, after she’d fulfilled his fantasy, they had both fallen into an exhausted slumber, and he hadn’t roused until his cell phone rang and work beckoned.

  As he drifted off last evening, with her tucked securely in his arms, he’d reflected on the things she made him feel. Mitch had had every intention of grabbing a short nap and then telling her exactly what she did to him, praying she reciprocated his feelings. For the first time in his life, he felt that a woman had fallen for the man beneath the uniform. Now he was ready to lay it on the line to find out for sure.

  “Sara, I have to go.”

  She blinked up at him. When her eyes focused a wide smile split her mouth and it brought warmth to his darkest corners. She glanced at his body, then down at her own. Her hand snaked out and cradled his cheek. “Hey, you’re overdressed.”

  He closed his hand over hers and said around the lump forming in his throat, “Hey babe, I have to go. I’m needed at the station.”

  She propped herself up and glanced around. “What time is it?”

  “It’s early. Why don’t you go back to sleep and I’ll come find you after my shift?”

  “Now that sounds like a great plan to me.”

  Mitch dropped a kiss on her cheek and crept from the pool house. With morning fast approaching, he had to check in, which gave him little time to get home, shower, and get to work.

  Over an hour later, Mitch made his way to the firehouse. All was quiet, which suited him just fine. Not only did he need time to sort through his thoughts, but he needed to figure out a way to talk to Nick, especially after Nick had warned him to stay away from Sara.

  Sara…

  He couldn’t get her out of his head. She’d snuck under his defenses and unearthed things in him he thought he’d buried. No woman had ever considered his needs and desires before. The fact that she wanted to fulfill his fantasy, and had gone and purchased all the sexy props to do it, filled his heart with love.

  And if Mitch got his way, which he had every intention of doing, the two of them would have many more nights in each other’s arm’s fulfilling fantasies.

  Right now he needed to compose himself and get his mind on the job. But first he allowed himself one more minute to think about Sara. Reveling in the heated memories of the way she felt in his arms, and the way she opened her body to him. He licked his lips, recalling the taste of her mouth, her breasts, and the valley between her legs. His whole body quaked with the need to sink into her again and again. His cock tightened in anticipation. Pleasure resonated through him. He couldn’t wait to hold her again, to reacquaint his lips with her body.

  He glanced at the clock. Damn, it was going to be a hell of a long day.

  Hours later, after a grueling afternoon, Mitch had finally finished for the day and set out in search of Sara. Without preamble, he made his way to Nick’s house and hurried up the walkway. His heart leapt when Sara opened the door before he had a chance to knock, as though she’d been waiting for him.

  Dressed in a gray jogging suit, a notepad in hand, she looked absolutely gorgeous. Of course it didn’t matter what she wore, she’d always be beautiful to him.

  Her eyes brightened when they locked on his. Her hand went to her hair to tame a few wayward curls. “Hi.”

  Mitch stepped in and closed the door behind him. He crushed her body to his and anchored them hip to hip. Sara shivered in his arms. His heart skipped. Damn he loved the way she reacted to his touch. “Where is everyone?”

  “Running errands.”

  “Are we alone?”

  She nodded.

  “Good, we need to talk.” Without giving her time to speak, he grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen table. While his heart raced, he gestured for her to sit, but before she had a chance, the sound of a ringing phone in the other room gained their attention.

  She crinkled her nose. “That’s my cell. I’d better grab it. It could be a wedding emergency.”

  Mitch blew out a patient breath and nodded in understanding. Sara dropped her notepad on the table and disappeared around the corner. Mitch sat, planted his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on his palms. His gaze went to Sara’s notepad.

  When he saw the title, “Fantasy Men in Uniforms,” he furrowed his brow. A wave of unease curled around him.

  He picked it up, narrowed his eyes, and scanned the paper. He read it once and then a second time. As he took in the words, “Entice,” “magazine,” “Mitch,” “research,” “no strings,” and “fantasy-inspired nights,” his stomach plummeted, his mouth went dry, and his bliss disappeared.

  What the hell was going on?

  As he scanned the words a third time, reality hit hard. His blood ran cold, penetrating h
is bones.

  Jesus H. Christ. He was an idiot. A total fucking idiot.

  How could he have allowed himself to believe there was more to their relationship, believe that she saw him as something more than a fantasy man in uniform?

  He stood with such force, his chair scraped across the wood floor and toppled over. Just then Sara rounded the corner. His gaze flew to her face. Her jaw dropped when she saw the pained look in his eyes.

  Stomach knotted, and heart pounding, he held the notebook up and cocked his head. “So this is all I am to you? Research?”

  When she linked her fingers together and hesitated, he tossed the notepad back onto the table. He huffed and shook his head. “And here I thought you were different from the rest. I thought you were a woman who could finally see the man beneath the uniform. I guess I was wrong.” With that he turned on the ball of his foot and stormed past her.

  * * *

  Sara angled her body when Mitch sailed by her. As she watched Mitch storm toward the door, Cassie’s warning words suddenly came rushing back to the surface. He’s a playboy, a woman’s fantasy. It’s the way he likes it.

  Sara’s mind raced, piecing together Mitch’s words and Cassie’s warning. She drew a quick breath as understanding dawned in small increments. It wasn’t so much that it was the way Mitch liked it, it was more that it was what he expected from women.

  And now, after reading her notes, he concluded that she was like every other woman. Wanting him for the fantasy only and nothing else. But the fact that he was angry with her proved that he cared about her, that it was more than just about fulfilling fantasies, didn’t it? That was enough to prompt her into action. She grabbed the notebook from the table.

  In her calmest voice, she called out to him, “You didn’t flip the page.”

  Mitch stopped mid-stride and turned to face her. “What?”

  She crossed the floor to meet him. “You didn’t flip the page, and I think you should.”

  Jaw set, features hardened, he stared at her. “Why?”

  “I can’t deny that I called the Hot Line in search of a hot-topic story and in search of a hot night with you. I’m sure your reasons for answering the phone were the same. A hot night of sex.”

 

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