The Hot Line (8 page)

“It’s no French maid outfit—”

“It’s better.” Oh yeah, so much better. The way the suspenders pressed against her nipples made his mouth salivate, and those loose-fitting pants covering all her sexy curves played havoc with his imagination and shook him to the core.

He took the rope out of her hand and stepped behind her. “In my dreams, I have you tied up.” He held her hands and tied them together behind her back. Her sharp intake of air thrilled him. Once she was secure, he rubbed his palm over her fine, spankable ass and squeezed. “Very nice,” he whispered.

He came back around to stand in front of her. “In my dreams, your legs are always spread.” She quickly widened her legs. “Yeah, just like that.”

He met her smoldering eyes. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing deepened. “And you’re always wet when I come to you.” He slid his palms under the suspenders and ran his hands from her shoulders to her pants, his knuckles brushing against her hard nipples. “Are you wet, Sara?”

She grinned. “I’m always wet when you come to me.”

That brought a smile to his face. He slipped a hand down her pants and brushed her pussy. “Mmmm, very creamy. Just the way I like it.” He nudged her clit and watched the storm brew in her eyes. He loved the way she wanted him.

He could smell her arousal. He pushed his finger inside her pussy, stirring her heat.

“What…what else happens in your dreams?” she asked him as she pitched her hips forward.

“Well, first we kiss because I can never get enough of your mouth.” He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in her sweet taste. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. His cock throbbed, aching to move in and take its place. He raked his thumb over her clit and felt her shudder. “Sometimes I let you come right away. Other times I like to tease it out of you.”

She was so goddamn close to coming right now, it amazed him. He pulled one suspender and then let go. It snapped against her nipple. Heat flooded her cheeks and her eyes widened, erotic delight apparent in her expression.

Aching to claim her, to taste her—every fucking inch of her—just like he did in his fantasies, he covered his finger in her cream and walked behind her. Slipping his hand down the back of her pants, he pulled open her ass cheeks and coated her puckered opening. She tightened.

“Mitch—”

“Shhh…” he whispered. “You never protest in my dreams.”

“But—”

“I
know
how to take care of you, Sara.” Her words fell off when he unhooked her suspenders and let her pants fall to her ankles. He grabbed the paddle and smacked her ass.

“Oh. My. God.” Her whole body quaked.

He pitched his voice low. “See, baby, I know what you like.” Brushing his lips over the back of her neck, he lowered himself to his knees, inhaling the scent of her skin. Heat exploded inside him when she shook beneath his touch. It took all his effort not to back her up against the wall and sink into her. He whacked her ass again, leaving a bright red mark.

“That stings,” she cried out, clearly enjoying it. Her head rolled to the side. “Tell me more about your dreams,” she coaxed, her words coming out breathlessly.

He hit her a third time, then dropped the paddle. “You always like my tongue, no matter where I put it.”

With the soft blade of his tongue, he caressed her ass cheeks, working his way to the center, giving her time to get used to the new feeling. He reached between her legs to get more cream and knew she was damn close to erupting.

“Sometimes you come when I do this.” After generously slathering her cream on her puckered opening, he ran his tongue between her cheeks. As he pillaged her with his mouth, he reached around and pinched her clit. Her aroused scent curled around him and his body grew needy. Desperate to sink into her heat, his cock pulsed, his balls constricted.

She fisted her fingers and moved restlessly against him. He continued with his gentle assault, stabbing her sweet hole with his tongue. “That’s it,” he whispered, encouraging her to let go. He worked his tongue over her rim harder, making her delirious with pleasure. A moan caught in her throat. Her breath came in a rush. When she pushed her ass into his face, he felt her give herself over to him.

“That…that…feels…” Her body convulsed with pleasure. Her hot juice dripped down her legs.

Not quite done with her ass, he slid up her back and came around to face her. He reached for one of her sex toys. A small silver bullet with a remote control meant for ass fucking.

“In my dreams you like it when I fuck your hot little ass and cunt at the same time.”

She began panting. “Mitch, I bought that for you.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “I kind of thought so.”

“The clerk suggested it,” she rushed out. “She said her man loves it. I thought it might have been one of your fantasies, too.”

He circled her and rubbed her cream all over her puckered back passage. His lips caressed her neck. He murmured into her ear. “But this is my dream, and you are mine to do with as I please. So I’m using it on you.”

After pulling her cheeks wide open he pressed the silver bullet to her opening and gently eased it in. “You’re so tight, baby. Spread for me.” Once he pushed pass the ringed opening, she took the toy in easily. He groaned low and deep as it disappeared inside her.

With the little bullet in place he turned it on to vibrate and captured Sara by the waist. He backed her up against the wall.

She swallowed hard, drew a labored breath, and shot him a smoldering look. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Mitch.”

The sudden urgent need to fuck her overtook him. Lust, need, and desire churned inside him. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Without releasing the rope binding her hands, he lowered himself to the floor and pulled her on top of him.

“Fuck me, Sara.” He could hear the urgency and emotion in his voice. He widened her pussy lips as she impaled herself on him. Jesus, she was tight. When he grabbed her hips, she began riding him, hard and fast, her head whipping from side to side, her wet cunt massaging his shaft. The position allowed him to watch her full breasts bounce up and down.

This was better than any dreams he’d ever enjoyed.

As he drove his cock into her, he could feel the buzzing little bullet in her ass. He’d never quite felt anything like that, either. It damn near drove him to the brink in record time. Blood pounded through his veins, and his hunger for her made him quake. He drove into her, seeking more than just her heat.

His hands bit into her flesh as they indulged in each other’s body, her ripples of pleasure urging him on. “That’s it, Sara. Come all over my cock.”

She threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip. “Mitch,” she cried out. The second her hot cream covered his shaft, a growl ripped through him and he released deep inside her. She collapsed on top of him, their wet bodies melting together, both of them gasping for air.

After a long moment he turned off the vibrator and eased it out of her. Sated from the best sex he’d ever had, he untied her hands, carried her to the inflated lounger, and curled in beside her.

“Mitch.”

She sounded so drowsy. He brushed her hair back. “Yeah, babe? What is it?”

“It’s not time to wake up, is it?” Her breathing leveled off and he could tell she needed rest before they fucked again.

“No, it’s not time to wake up, Sara. Not even close.”

“Good.”

As he tightened his arms around her, emotions overtook him. Their sex was perfect, she was perfect, everything was perfect—and by God, if he had anything to do with it, they’d never wake up from this incredible fantasy.

S
ara looked so beautiful and peaceful that Mitch hated to disturb her, but he didn’t want her to open her eyes and think he’d run out on her either. Last night, after she’d fulfilled his fantasy, they had both fallen into an exhausted slumber, and he hadn’t roused until his cell phone rang and work beckoned.

As he drifted off last evening, with her tucked securely in his arms, he’d reflected on the emotions she brought out in him. Mitch had had every intention of grabbing a short nap and then telling her exactly how he felt, praying she reciprocated his feelings. For the first time in his life, he felt that a woman had fallen for the man beneath the uniform. Now he was ready to lay it on the line to find out for sure.

“Sara, I have to go.”

She blinked up at him. When her eyes focused, a wide smile split her mouth and it brought warmth to his darkest corners. She glanced at his body, then down at her own. Her hand snaked out and cradled his cheek. “Hey, you’re overdressed.”

He closed his hand over hers and said around the lump forming in his throat, “Hey, babe, I have to go. I’m needed at the station.”

She propped herself up and glanced around. “What time is it?”

“It’s early. Why don’t you go back to sleep and I’ll come find you after my shift?”

“Now that sounds like a great plan to me.”

Mitch dropped a kiss on her cheek and crept from the pool house. With morning fast approaching, he had to check in, which gave him little time to get home, shower, and get to work.

Over an hour later, Mitch made his way to the firehouse. All was quiet, which suited him just fine. Not only did he need time to sort through his thoughts, but he needed to figure out a way to talk to Nick, especially after Nick had warned him to stay away from Sara.

Sara…

He couldn’t get her out of his head. She’d taken up residency in his heart and unearthed things in him he thought he’d buried. No woman had ever considered his needs and desires before. The fact that she wanted to fulfill his fantasy, and had gone and purchased all the sexy props to do it, filled his heart with love.

And if Mitch got his way, which he had every intention of doing, the two of them would have many more nights in each other’s arms fulfilling fantasies.

Right now he needed to compose himself and get his mind on the job. But first he allowed himself one more minute to think about Sara. Reveling in the heated memories of the way she felt in his arms, and the way she opened her body to him. He licked his lips, recalling the taste of her mouth, her breasts, and the valley between her legs. His whole body quaked with the need to sink into her again and again. His cock tightened in anticipation; pleasure resonated through him. He couldn’t wait to hold her again, to reacquaint his lips with her body.

He glanced at the clock. Damn, it was going to be a hell of a long day.

Hours later, after a grueling afternoon, Mitch had finally finished for the day and set out in search of Sara. Without preamble, he made his way to Nick’s house and hurried up the walkway. His heart leapt when Sara opened the door before he had a chance to knock, as though she’d been waiting for him.

Dressed in a gray jogging suit, a notepad in hand, she looked absolutely gorgeous. Of course it didn’t matter what she wore—she’d always be beautiful to him.

Her eyes brightened when they locked on his. Her hand went to her hair to tame a few wayward curls. “Hi.”

Mitch stepped in and closed the door behind him. He crushed her body to his and anchored them hip to hip. Sara shivered in his arms. His heart skipped. Damn he loved the way she reacted to his touch. “Where is everyone?”

“Running errands.”

“Are we alone?”

She nodded.

“Good, we need to talk.” Without giving her time to speak, he grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen table. While his heart raced, he gestured for her to sit, but before she had a chance, the sound of a ringing phone in the other room gained their attention.

She crinkled her nose. “That’s my cell. I’d better grab it. It could be a wedding emergency.”

Mitch blew out a patient breath and nodded in understanding. Sara dropped her notepad on the table and disappeared around the corner. Mitch sat, planted his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on his palms. His gaze went to Sara’s notepad.

When he saw the title—Fantasy Men in Uniforms—he furrowed his brow. A wave of unease curled around him.

He picked it up, narrowed his eyes, and scanned the paper. He read it once and then a second time. As he took in the words “
Entice
,” “magazine,” “Mitch,” “research,” “no strings,” and “fantasy-inspired nights,” his stomach plummeted, his mouth went dry, and his bliss disappeared.

What the hell was going on?

As he scanned the words a third time, reality hit hard. His blood ran cold, penetrating his bones.

Jesus H. Christ. He was an idiot. A total fucking idiot.

How could he have allowed himself to believe there was more to their relationship, believe that she saw him as something more than a fantasy man in uniform?

He stood with such force, his chair scraped across the wood floor and toppled over. Just then Sara rounded the corner. His gaze flew to her face. Her jaw dropped when she saw the pained look in his eyes.

Stomach knotted, and heart pounding, he held the notebook up and cocked his head. “So this is all I am to you? Research?”

When she linked her fingers together and hesitated, he tossed the notepad back onto the table. He huffed and shook his head. “And here I thought you were different from the rest. I thought you were a woman who could finally see the man beneath the uniform. I guess I was wrong.” With that, he turned on the ball of his foot and stormed past her.

Sara angled her body when Mitch sailed by her. As she watched Mitch storm toward the door, Cassie’s warning words suddenly came rushing back to the surface:
He’s a playboy, a woman’s fantasy. It’s the way he likes it.

Sara’s mind raced, piecing together Mitch’s words and Cassie’s warning. She drew a quick breath as understanding dawned in small increments. It wasn’t so much that it was the way Mitch liked it—it was more that it was what he expected from women.

And now, after reading her notes, he concluded that she was like every other woman. Wanting him for the fantasy only and nothing else. But the fact that he was angry with her proved that he cared about her, that it was more than just about fulfilling fantasies, didn’t it? That was enough to prompt her into action. She grabbed the notebook from the table.

In her calmest voice, she called out to him, “You didn’t flip the page.”

Mitch stopped midstride and turned to face her. “What?”

She crossed the floor to meet him. “You didn’t flip the page, and I think you should.”

Jaw set, features hardened, he stared at her. “Why?”

“I can’t deny that I called the Hot Line in search of a hot-topic story and in search of a hot night with you. I’m sure your reasons for answering the phone were the same. A hot night of sex.”

He widened his stance and drove his hands into his pockets. “I answered because it was
you,
Sara.
You.
I knew you were only in it for the fantasy, and I was going to give it to you, but deep down I think I always wanted more. And after last night, I thought we connected.”

She pressed the notepad into his stomach. “You see, Mitch, I couldn’t write the article about fantasy men in uniforms like I wanted. Because the more I got to know you, the more I realized there was more to you than just a fantasy.” She gestured toward the paper. “Read it for yourself. I started writing, and all I could get out was how amazing you were.” She poked her finger into his chest. “Y
ou.
Mitch Adams the man, not Mitch Adams the fantasy man in firefighter gear.”

Conflicting emotions flickered in his eyes before a relieved rush of air exploded from his lungs. “Are you serious?”

When she nodded and offered him a warm, loving smile, his face softened. He crushed his hands through her hair and drew her to him, angling her head. His voice hitched. “Sara, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I came here today with the intentions of telling you how crazy I am about you, that I want to see where this relationship goes. I know you hate writing for the
Trenton Gazette
, so I wanted to ask you to stay here with me and together we can come up with a fresh, exciting story that
Entice
will love.”

Her heart leapt when she gazed at him. There was so much emotion in his eyes that it bored into her soul and stole her next breath. Oh God! She recognized that look. It was the same look she’d seen Cassie give Nick at the restaurant.

He dipped his head, shaky hands touching her all over. His mouth closed over hers. “We need to talk to Nick,” he murmured into her mouth.

“Why?” she asked.

“He warned me to stay away from you.” His kiss deepened; his hands slipped between her legs. “He said you were a small-town girl and he didn’t want me to hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Sara.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the door swung open and Nick and Cassie walked in. “What the hell—”

Mitch broke the kiss and turned to face Nick. After seeing the look on Nick’s face, Mitch held his hands up in a halting motion. “Let me explain.”

Nick folded his arms. “It had better be good,” he said.

Even though Nick had warned Mitch to stay away from her, and his tense body language indicated anger, Sara noticed a somewhat self-satisfied smirk on Nick’s face. What the hell was that all about?

“Sara, come here,” Cassie piped in.

Mitch widened his stance and tightened his hold on Sara. “Hold it, you two.” Sara watched in mute fascination at how Mitch held his ground. He really was her knight in shining armor or, rather, her knight in—and out of—firefighter gear.

“Listen, I’m crazy about her and I have no intentions of hurting her.”

Nick’s gaze went from Mitch to Sara to Cassie, back to Mitch again. “What?”

“That’s right,” Mitch said. “I’m crazy about her.”

Sara wrapped her arms around his waist.

He’s crazy about me!

Nick shook his head in bewilderment, but Sara caught the smug look on Nick’s face before he quickly wiped it away. “I think I need to sit down. What the hell has been going on around here for the last few days?”

“What happened,” Sara said, her heart overflowing with joy, “is that while you two have been busy with your wedding preparations, I discovered this bad ass really is just a softie at heart.”

“Hey,” Mitch said, chest puffing out, “cool it, Sara. I have a reputation to keep.”

Sara laughed and hugged him tighter. She shot Cassie a look. “You were right, Cassie. You said when I met the right guy, I’d know it. Mitch is that guy, and I know it.” She tipped her chin to glance at Mitch. Impatience to hold him, kiss him, and touch him again seeped through her. “Let’s go somewhere we can be alone.”

Mitch winked at her. “Shall I bring my gear?”

Sara winked back. “You don’t need it.” Leaving Nick standing there shaking his head in total bewilderment, and Cassie grinning like mad, Sara grabbed Mitch’s hand and started toward the back door. Before they could escape to share a private moment together, Dean stepped into the front entrance.

His glance went from Sara to Mitch to Nick, who’d propped himself on the arm of a nearby chair, jaw gaping in awe.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked.

Sara glanced at Dean, her gaze panning over the firefighter insignia on his T-shirt.

Mitch grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. “Hey, over here.” He scowled at her. “You’re mine and mine alone.” He closed his hand over hers, dragging her to him.

She grinned, loving how he felt so possessive of her. Loving the way he’d fight for her. “On second thought, maybe you should bring your gear.”

“Oh yeah?”

She arched one brow. “Not only do we have more fantasies to explore, but if I’m going to move here and work for
Entice
, I’ll need all the inspiration I can get to come up with a new and unique twist for my article.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Dear God, what have I created?”

With a seductive sway of her hips, she said, “Come with me, and I’ll show you.”