Secret Fantasy by Kitty Cahill

Heat Rating: Bonfire

Content Warning: Dominance and submission themes, graphic sexual content, toys, anal.

Good girl Sara doesn't stand a chance against charming bad boy, Chris.

Chris shook his head. "Nope, too late. You just tossed down a gauntlet. I'm obligated by men everywhere to pick it up."

"Listen to me. I'm not interested in the type of sex games you play with your flavor of the month. Okay? I want more than a one night stand and a promise to call."

"Jealousy?" He tilted his head slightly and stared at her. "You know, I never would've thought you'd have that emotion where I'm concerned."

"I am not jealous," she retorted lamely.

"You want to know what I think?"

"Not really," she said through gritted teeth.

He pushed away from the car, invading her space. His mouth dropped to speak softly next to her ear, hovering close enough his hot breath fluttered over her neck. "I think you're more than interested. More than just intrigued by it. You want—no—need it.

Sara pushed him back a pace. Of course, she knew he allowed her to do so. The man was as solid as a brick wall. "Let me repeat this so you get it. I am not some little...airhead you can push around. Got it? Not. Interested."

"Why do you lie to yourself? You and I both know the truth. Why not just admit it? Then we can begin this."

Sara scoffed. Yeah, sure begin it and end it in one sweet, hot, but most importantly brief night of conquest. "There's nothing to begin. I'll never be one of your little...what do you call them? Subs?"

"Sub? What the fuck?"

"What? Is that the wrong term? You'll have to forgive me. I'm not well versed in the whole BDSM thing and..." Her stomach clenched at the sight of his nostrils flaring, like a wild animal scenting the air. Everything about him screamed dominant male. Sara guessed that's why it was so easy to believe he'd be a Dom.

"Don't tell me that you actually believe all the bullshit people pass around this town?"

"What else am I supposed to believe Chris? You're a womanizing Dom who struts around with every woman who's dumb enough to fall for your tricks." She crossed her arms and glared. "You prove the rumors true with the way you act."

"I'm not a Dom," he stated plainly, running his hand through his hair. "I'm just confident and like things to go my own way. And if that means I have to take charge to achieve that, I do." His gaze didn't waver for a second. Sara shivered under that concentrated stare.

"Whatever. The point remains that I don't want anything to do with you or your wild life style. I won't join in with you and your buddy. You will not have me tied to anything, with any part of yours or anyone else's body inside any part of me. Is that clear enough? Never going to happen."

Again, he leaned in close, and her senses were filled with the spicy, manly scent of him. "Never say never to a man who can make you scream with nothing more than the tip of his tongue."

Before Sara could retort he brushed her lips with his, then strode away. Confidence riding every step of his long hard body. Against her will, her eyes dropped to the tight butt beneath his Old Navy carpenter pants. Why, oh, why couldn't he have been ugly? That would've made telling him no a helluva lot easier.