Book two in the Ultimate Fantasy series.

Mary has always fantasized about a dangerous escaped prisoner kidnapping her and forcing her to submit to his brutal, pent-up desires. When she receives an invitation from the Institute of Women’s Sexual Satisfaction to live out that fantasy in one of their research facilities, she jumps at the chance. Now she just has to convince her gentle giant of a husband to take control and make her his willing love slave.

Inside Scoop: This prisoner has a little bondage in mind, and his wife loves every minute of it.

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously published elsewhere in 2012 under the title Captive Fantasy.

Chapter One

  Mary carefully placed the letter onto the small bronze-and-glass table in her foyer, along with the Chinese takeout she’d stopped to get on the way home for work, almost spilling the food when she placed it too close to the edge. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. In a slow, unhurried manner, she removed her light fall jacket with shaking hands.

  Despite her nonchalant actions, her gaze kept darting back to the piece of paper with the Institute for Women’s Sexual Satisfaction logo at the top. She hung her jacket in the closet and then removed the sensible black heels she wore to teach science at the local high school. When her stocking-clad feet hit the cool tile, she did what she’d wanted to do since the moment she’d opened the mail, jumping up and down while clapping with delight.

  A quick glance at the old grandfather clock in the living room just off the foyer showed she had maybe ten minutes until her husband Sean came home from work. The joy swiftly gave way to a gut-tightening apprehension. If she was going to do this, she would need his help and she wasn’t at all sure he’d be on board for what she had in mind. It was unconventional, risky, and had the potential to be explosively hot….but only if he fully got into his role.

  She thought about changing into some lingerie and grabbing a beer to soften him up, but they’d no doubt fall into bed together. And if he accepted her wicked proposal, they couldn’t have sex until Thanksgiving break in two weeks. Well, they probably could, but she wanted him in the right frame of mind for her naughty sexual fantasy. The IWSS director had emphasized how important it was she indulge in her ultimate sexual fantasy in order to get the best readings. This particular fantasy was one she’d been having for about as long as she could remember. While her husband fit the physical description of her fantasy man to a tee, she didn’t know if he could ever do the things she craved.

  Nerves had her peeking through the frosted glass of the front door, waiting for a glimpse of his truck pulling into the driveway in the late-evening dusk. If fate was on her side, the traffic would be light coming from the university, and he’d be home soon. The longer it took him, the more worked up she would get. Already her stomach began to tighten and she couldn’t help but clasp her hands together. What if he said no? What if his feelings got hurt? What if he called her a pervert and then phoned her mom? Okay, that last part was probably an exaggeration, but she’d never shared this fantasy with any of her lovers, let alone her husband.
  A bright wash of headlights swept over their lawn as Sean’s truck pulled into their drive. Her heart beat faster, and a light sweat broke out on her palms. She stepped away from the door and moved into the living room, checking her makeup in the massive mirror over the fireplace and smoothing strands of dark hair back with a shaking hand. Her reflection showed a woman who looked as if she might be on the verge of coming down with the flu, so she closed her eyes and blew out a deep breath.

  She had nothing to worry about. This was Sean. Her Sean. The man who’d captured her heart back in college. The man she’d married on what had to be the best day of her life. He did everything he could to make her life a wonderful place. She needed to convince him that by indulging her fantasy, he wouldn’t be hurting her…much.

  The front door opened with a small whoosh of air, and Sean entered the foyer. The battered leather jacket he loved hugged tight his broad shoulders and powerful arms. He removed the black knit hat covering his shaved head and tossed it onto the foyer table. It landed next to the Chinese on top of her letter. A bag full of football gear from practice still hung over his shoulder, but he looked for her before doing anything else. When he spotted her in the living room, his rough, handsome face lit up with a smile.

  “Hey, baby, how was school?”

  “Good.” Before she could have any second thoughts, she blurted out her request. “Hey, Sean, would you pretend to be a dangerous escaped prisoner, kidnap me and force me to do wicked things to you?”

  The mesh bag full of football helmets hit the floor with a thud as Sean stared at her with a look of disbelief. “What? You want me to what?”

  Mary tried to keep the encouraging smile on her face, but it was hard with Sean looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Remember that research study I told you about?” He gave her a blank stare, and she bit back an irritated sigh. “The one Amanda told me about in our Pilates class about female arousal? We talked about it over dinner on Tuesday.”

  He opened the door to small coat closet and hung his jacket. The t-shirt he wore stretched over his big muscles, revealing tattooed arms and biceps almost as big as her thighs. “Kinda.” He bent over to take off his shoes, giving her a nice view of his tight ass. “But what the hell does that have to do with me pretending to be a convict?”