Alison's Wonderland by Alison Tyler Page A

She’d forgotten to cover her eyes. By all rights, Rick should have been all over her.
    She looked at him again, and he winked at her. It seemed as though she had no effect on this man. Probably a good thing; he wasn’t her type. Still, he was cute, with short blond hair contrasting nicely with intelligent, humorous gray eyes. He topped out at around five-nine, and was nicely proportioned. He had his share of women lusting after him, but Laura was relieved she could look one guy in the eye without getting him hard.
    “Tell Uncle Rick all about it, okay? You can trust me.”
    He took her hand in what was clearly meant to be a friendly gesture. But Laura yanked it back, a bolt of sudden and unexpected desire slamming through her. She stared at Rick, noticing the sudden spear of lust moving across his face before disappearing into astonishment. They stared at each other for a long moment before Laura found her voice.
    “Rick—?”
    “Office, Laura,” he whispered harshly. “In the back. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    He slid from behind the bar and made his way to the front door to lock it. Laura didn’t hesitate, but went to Rick’s office and opened the door. It was a small room, containing a desk and some boxes stacked near the door. But it was the sofa that caught her attention. As she yanked the elastic band from her hair and undid the zipper of her dress, Laura saw herself and Rick indulging in carnal delights on that piece of furniture. The image was so vivid, her body throbbed, and she groaned.
    A moment later, the master of her fantasies came through the door, slammed it shut and pinned her against the wood, kissing her with a hard passion. His tongue danced with hers and Laura clung to him breathlessly. She moved her hips against him, feeling his cock press through their clothes against the juncture of her thighs, and she moaned.
    “Jesus,” he said breathlessly in her ear. “One minute I’m talking to you, the next minute, I want to fuck you…I haven’t gotten hard in weeks…”
    Feeling desire rampant through her body, Laura ran her hand between his legs, playing with his rigid penis through the fabric of his jeans. She unzipped him, slipped her hand into his underwear and trembled at the feel of his hard, pulsing flesh against her palm.
    Rick removed her hand. “No. Get undressed and lie down on the sofa.”
    Laura backed away from him, removing her dress and yanking off her bra, tearing her stockings in her haste to get out of them. She lay on the sofa, closing her eyes, slippery warmth throbbing between her legs as she grew wetter. It was as though weeks of numbness were melting away, her pent-up lust unleashed at the hands of this acquaintance-lover.
    Laura’s eyes flew open at the touch of cloth on her arms and she saw Rick, half-naked, face intent, as he leaned over her and tied her wrists together. For a moment she quailed—she’d never been bound during sex. But the thought of herselfnaked and helpless boosted her excitement and she caught her breath.
    “Rick,” she whispered. “Do me. Jesus, I’m so hot for you…”
    “Patience.” His voice was hoarse. He smiled at her and, taking a bottle from his desk, poured some of the contents in his palms. The smell of raspberries permeated the room as he came forward, rubbing his hands.
    “Massage oil,” he said huskily. “Something told me to buy it. I’m glad I did.”
    He placed his hands on her shoulders, then moved them smoothly over her breasts, the oil on his palms warming as it penetrated her flesh. Wrists bound above her head, Laura was helpless as he stroked her stomach, then moved to caress her breasts.
    “My nipples,” she gasped. “Lick them, Rick. Please.”
    He took one of the hardened peaks in his mouth and tongued it before moving to the other. Laura groaned and arched her back, lust spearing a path to her groin. She was dimly aware she was pleading with him as his lips and hands moved from her breasts to trace