Chapter One
The café buzzed with the low hum of various conversations.
Ruth stirred the wooden spoon in her coffee, watching as the brown liquid swirled around the cup. “I want to be abducted.”
A high-pitched snort followed by a spray of liquid drew her attention. She looked up at her friend Hope.
“You what?” The look of horror on Hope’s face almost made Ruth laugh.
“Abducted. You know, like on those TV shows where someone arranges for you to be taken. It’s entirely safe. Like a game.”
“And why the hell would you want that kind of experience?”
Ruth had been asking herself the same question for weeks. Why did she want to be kidnapped, tied up and scared witless? Her body tingled. Her palms slicked. Nipples beaded behind the satiny fabric of her bra.
She shifted in her seat. It was the tied up part that turned her on. Being taken, bound and at the mercy of a gorgeous guy sent her hormones into overload. Not just any guy—one male in particular.
Shrugging, she answered, “To add some excitement to my life. Don’t you sometimes wish for wild, passionate sex? For raw, primal screwing?”
Hope’s cheeks pinked and her lips curled into a smile. “I kind of get all the raw and wild I need.”
Ruth rolled her eyes. Hope had been in a relationship with Ethan St. Claire for over a year and they were blissfully happy.
A stab of jealousy pierced her heart. She pushed aside the emotion. She shouldn’t be jealous of her friend. But deep down she ached for some happiness. Why couldn’t she have a taste?
Hope gently gripped her wrist. “I know it’s hard. It sounds like a cliché but there is someone for you.”
She wasn’t usually maudlin about her lack of a sex life but sometimes she craved the touch of a man. The absence of a male companion made her feel sad.
She locked fingers with Hope and gave a reassuring squeeze. “I know. I guess I’m just super horny.”
A deep voice interrupted their conversation. “Now that’s wrong on all levels.”
A shadow stretched across the table and Ruth looked up into the intense blue eyes of Dominic Sullivan. A thick knitted sweater encased his broad torso. A woolen beanie covered his long blond hair. Over six feet tall and muscular, Dominic ran the town garage with Ethan. She’d met him a few months ago and he’d immediately become the star of all her darkest fantasies.
Her mouth went dry. Heat slammed into her belly, beat a heavy pulse that moved lower into her pussy. “What’s wrong on all levels?”
Please don’t let him have heard me declaring I’m horny.
“A woman like you should be having sex and lots of it.”
Shit. He’d heard. Great.
Heat rose in her cheeks. She’d embarrassed herself in front of her biggest fantasy and object of lust.
Prickling at his words, she straightened her spine. “It was only a statement.”
Dominic laughed. Mischief danced across his face. “So you’re not ‘super horny’?”
She almost fainted at the word horny but recovered quickly. “Maybe I am. But that’s none of your business.”
He was devastating when he smiled. She wanted to climb on the table and crawl over to him, wrap her legs around his waist, curl her hands into his luscious beard and lick his cheek.
“Maybe it should be my business.”
Ruth swallowed. “I don’t think so.” There had always been an undercurrent of sexual tension between them but this was the first time Dominic had been so blatant.
Anger flared in his eyes. Her heart pounded, blood roared in her ears. She glared at him and he glared back. His anger enhanced her desire. He appeared in every one of her abduction fantasies. Her kidnapper was always Dominic Sullivan.
Hope coughed, interrupting their stare-off. “So, how have you been, Dom?”
“Good. How about you? Ethan tells me you got him landscaping the garden.”
Ruth watched the exchange. She knew about Hope’s ménage with Ethan and Dominic. In some part of her soul, she was jealous. Not of
The café buzzed with the low hum of various conversations.
Ruth stirred the wooden spoon in her coffee, watching as the brown liquid swirled around the cup. “I want to be abducted.”
A high-pitched snort followed by a spray of liquid drew her attention. She looked up at her friend Hope.
“You what?” The look of horror on Hope’s face almost made Ruth laugh.
“Abducted. You know, like on those TV shows where someone arranges for you to be taken. It’s entirely safe. Like a game.”
“And why the hell would you want that kind of experience?”
Ruth had been asking herself the same question for weeks. Why did she want to be kidnapped, tied up and scared witless? Her body tingled. Her palms slicked. Nipples beaded behind the satiny fabric of her bra.
She shifted in her seat. It was the tied up part that turned her on. Being taken, bound and at the mercy of a gorgeous guy sent her hormones into overload. Not just any guy—one male in particular.
Shrugging, she answered, “To add some excitement to my life. Don’t you sometimes wish for wild, passionate sex? For raw, primal screwing?”
Hope’s cheeks pinked and her lips curled into a smile. “I kind of get all the raw and wild I need.”
Ruth rolled her eyes. Hope had been in a relationship with Ethan St. Claire for over a year and they were blissfully happy.
A stab of jealousy pierced her heart. She pushed aside the emotion. She shouldn’t be jealous of her friend. But deep down she ached for some happiness. Why couldn’t she have a taste?
Hope gently gripped her wrist. “I know it’s hard. It sounds like a cliché but there is someone for you.”
She wasn’t usually maudlin about her lack of a sex life but sometimes she craved the touch of a man. The absence of a male companion made her feel sad.
She locked fingers with Hope and gave a reassuring squeeze. “I know. I guess I’m just super horny.”
A deep voice interrupted their conversation. “Now that’s wrong on all levels.”
A shadow stretched across the table and Ruth looked up into the intense blue eyes of Dominic Sullivan. A thick knitted sweater encased his broad torso. A woolen beanie covered his long blond hair. Over six feet tall and muscular, Dominic ran the town garage with Ethan. She’d met him a few months ago and he’d immediately become the star of all her darkest fantasies.
Her mouth went dry. Heat slammed into her belly, beat a heavy pulse that moved lower into her pussy. “What’s wrong on all levels?”
Please don’t let him have heard me declaring I’m horny.
“A woman like you should be having sex and lots of it.”
Shit. He’d heard. Great.
Heat rose in her cheeks. She’d embarrassed herself in front of her biggest fantasy and object of lust.
Prickling at his words, she straightened her spine. “It was only a statement.”
Dominic laughed. Mischief danced across his face. “So you’re not ‘super horny’?”
She almost fainted at the word horny but recovered quickly. “Maybe I am. But that’s none of your business.”
He was devastating when he smiled. She wanted to climb on the table and crawl over to him, wrap her legs around his waist, curl her hands into his luscious beard and lick his cheek.
“Maybe it should be my business.”
Ruth swallowed. “I don’t think so.” There had always been an undercurrent of sexual tension between them but this was the first time Dominic had been so blatant.
Anger flared in his eyes. Her heart pounded, blood roared in her ears. She glared at him and he glared back. His anger enhanced her desire. He appeared in every one of her abduction fantasies. Her kidnapper was always Dominic Sullivan.
Hope coughed, interrupting their stare-off. “So, how have you been, Dom?”
“Good. How about you? Ethan tells me you got him landscaping the garden.”
Ruth watched the exchange. She knew about Hope’s ménage with Ethan and Dominic. In some part of her soul, she was jealous. Not of
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