Hot Adventures In Bed

“Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to place yourself completely in a man’s hands—one whose only goal is to make you feel good?”Morgan stared at the words glowing on her laptop.For several seconds, she forgot to breathe.She had been talking to this man for less than three minutes. They had met in an online chatroom because she was supposed to interview him for her cable television show. That was all. She had told him her name and explained why she was contacting him. Nothing more.So how the hell had he managed to hit so close to home?He had to be guessing.That was the only explanation.Yet before she could formulate a reply, another message appeared.Would you want a man who could see beyond what you show everyone else? A man who could discover the fantasies you keep buried, even the ones you'd never confess to your closest friends—and then make them real?Heat spread through Morgan’s stomach.Her fingers became damp against the keyboard.She swallowed.Outside the wi

“And Dominance and submission.”Morgan swallowed.She'd become so absorbed in explaining the show that she'd almost forgotten why she'd invited Master J to meet her in the first place.They were supposed to discuss the very subject that had been responsible for far too many of her secret late-night fantasies.“Yes.”One dark eyebrow lifted.Master J looked at her expectantly, somehow managing to appear both impatient and completely at ease.Morgan stared back.What did he want from her?Then it occurred to her.“Yes, sir,” she said cautiously.His expression changed immediately.A slow smile spread across his face.“Very nice.”Morgan shifted in her chair.“I thought that kind of address was reserved for one's…”“Submissive?”He finished the sentence for her.“Usually. But you contacted me because you wanted to understand this lifestyle. I thought we'd start with a small taste of the dynamic and see how you respond.”He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the table.His attention sett

Finally, she and Alyssa reached the top of the landing. The blonde led her through the door at the end of the hall, into a small but surprising luxurious suite. Alyssa shut the door behind them, blocking out the loudest of the music’s throb. The floor beneath them still shook. The sexy tempo resonated around her, stark in its suggestion. Morgan looked around the room. A large, rumpled bed lazed in the center, as a standing lamp cast muted golden light over the white sheets. Hardwood floors gleamed cherry beneath her feet. Soft beige walls accented flowing white sheers at the large window. Four black-and-white landscape photographs formed a grouping above the bed. “You were expecting a red bedroom with a stripper pole in the middle?” Alyssa asked with a cocked brow. Embarrassment stung Morgan. She had wondered… “I had no idea what to expect. This is lovely.” Some of the starch bled out of Alyssa. “It’s peaceful. C’mon, let’s get you out of that ugly rag.” Before she could ask for

Last, if Morgan was Brandon Ross’s fiancée, she’d be wasted on the boring, uptight bastard. Brandon would ignore the needs he didn’t understand and couldn’t fulfill, fantasies Jack would bet his eyeteeth she had. Satisfying her fantasies required someone with more balls, tenderness, and self-control than Brandon ever thought of possessing. He almost felt sorry for Morgan. In fact, he might be doing her a favor in the long run…But pity wasn’t going to stop him from getting his overdue revenge against the asshole who’d fucked up his life.First, though, he had to get Morgan out of the club alive.As they hit the door at the back of the dark strip joint, he dragged her through a curtain that led to a backstage area. Abruptly, the pounding music stopped and wild clapping began. A slender brunette with large artificial breasts wriggled her hips at the crowd of men shoving bills in her miniscule G-string. Morgan stared, clearly uncomfortable with that much nudity and touching with complete

She didn’t doubt he could make a woman beg for anything, everything. If she wasn’t careful, didn’t keep her distance, she could quickly become another notch on his bedpost. Worse, he could open her psyche and expose all the hidden fantasies better left to the dark corners of her mind.Time for a change of subject. “Thank you for getting me out of Lafayette. I would have panicked and run when the bullets started flying. On my own, I would never have been able to concoct this disguise and…distract him.”“That’s my job, Morgan.”“You didn’t have to do it.” Then, recalling the way his hands roamed her body in Alyssa’s bedroom, she shot him a suspicious look. “In fact, I think you did more than your job required.”“Think what you want.” Jack’s smile told Morgan that her assertion amused him.“I usually do.” She gritted her teeth, wishing she knew how to wipe that smile off his face. “Where are we going?”“I’ve got a place. It’s safe. We can hide you there until we figure something out.”Th