A handshake at a remote mountain lodge becomes a powerful grip. With the sudden change, Meka Morgan is lifted out of the familiar and safe, and thrust into an evening of submission and fantasy. At first shocked by her capture, she soon embraces everything the powerful stranger offers, including his bindings and sexual mastery. Moment by moment, touch by touch, she surrenders her body and more. He knows her better than she does herself, particularly how to explore her secret need to be dominated.
But Meka is a woman of today. She craves answers and explanations, and her captor holds the key to all of them—and much, much more.
Even as Meka nodded and smiled, she wondered how she was going to take her eyes off the man she’d just met long enough to give the mountain lodge’s main room the attention it deserved. Given what she’d gone through with the man she thought she’d be marrying, she shouldn’t want to be anywhere near a member of the male persuasion. But this one—had he told her his name?—all but oozed sex appeal.
Gads, getting turned-on—just what she didn’t need on top of a day so busy she hadn’t had time to change out of her office attire before heading up here. On the other hand, maybe there was the slightest possibility her host was feeling the same vibes. Hmm. How could she find out whether fraternizing with the guests was allowed?
Not seeing anyone else in the cavernous main room with its many chairs and couches, massive rock fireplace, beam ceiling and masculine wall decor was a little disconcerting, but there’d been a number of cars in the parking lot, and muted music provided a calming backdrop. Besides, with this particular welcoming party of one promising to take personal care of her, what more did she need?
How about a man you can trust?
Forget that. How about nothing more complex than having a particular fantasy come true?
Angrily shaking off thoughts of Bruce, hopefully for the last time, she focused on her host’s rugged, almost harsh features, professional athlete’s body and cool, appraising gray eyes.
Leaning back in the oversized leather chair he’d selected after directing her to an adjacent plush couch, he regarded her. He wasn’t exactly undressing her with his eyes, but his gaze said she was more than a prize winner to him—like maybe his prize.
Determined to beat him at his game, she stared back. Two, maybe three sanity-saving seconds later, her pussy began heating. How’d you like to drop into a certain long-running dream of mine? Provide the distraction I badly need in my life. Maybe a little role-playing.
Although he wasn’t the most handsome man in the county thanks to a five o’clock shadow, shaggy black hair, thick neck and big hands, there was no denying his appeal—and danger. Men with only a thin veneer of civilization, male with a capital M, had always rattled her, which in part was why she’d felt comfortable around Bruce. Bruce was civilized, suit and tie, well-mannered. Sex with him had been that—sex. No fucking or rutting or wham-bam allowed. No turning into a bitch in heat on her part, not that she’d ever done that—just imagined. Even more important, no granting Bruce a role in the fantasy she should have never told him about.
Geez, will you get off it!
Her host stood. “Are you ready to see your room?”
Looking up, it was all she could do not to gape. How tall was he anyway? And those muscles—what was a resort employee doing with a power-lifter’s physique?
“Of course,” she belatedly replied, and planted her legs under her. When he held out his hand, she placed hers in it.
Run! Run before it’s too late!
Startled by the out-of-nowhere warning, she tried to extricate her fingers. However, he held on, albeit not with enough force to frighten her or cut off circulation. “It looks like it could snow,” she babbled and tugged again. “I hope I’ve brought the right clothes.”
“Oh, you have.”
“How can you say that? The notice I received didn’t stipulate what kind of attire was recommended. When I called to confirm, I was told that if I needed anything, there’s a clothing boutique.” She glanced down at her hand, or rather what she could see of it. “I don’t mind telling you, I found that a little off-putting. Given the rates I’m sure you get for this place, doesn’t it seem as if you’re fleecing the client if—”
“Clothing won’t be your main concern.”
“Oh? Then what will?”
Lightly massaging her hand with his wonderfully strong fingers, he granted her a smile that didn’t make it all the way to his eyes. She had the disconcerting thought that he was playing with her. If her impression held up, she’d be sure to let his supervisor know she didn’t appreciate it. Spinning a little make-believe with him in it was one thing. His sensing her single-and-stressed status and taking advantage of things was quite another.
“Think of The Getaway as an escape from reality. Things happen here that don’t anywhere else on Earth.”