The Fighter's Secret Crush

Heat Level: Erotic M/F with BDSM elements


Contemporary Erotic Romance












Retired German cage fighter, Jonas Becker, has finally settled down in Las Vegas to open his own training center. A chance meeting with his dream woman at a charity ball leads him to hanging out at her favorite coffee shop where he overhears the perfect opportunity to win her over. One orgasm at a time.

  Erica Alman is sick of her overprotective older brother's ruining her love life, especially after they chased away that amazing mystery man that she had danced with a the charity ball six months ago. With the help of her best friend, she signs up with an online dating service. Her request is simple. She wants a dangerous, rough man to fake break into her hotel room at the Castillo resort and force her to have multiple orgasms. Oh, and she wants the man to be big, bald, and have a German accent, just like Jonas.

  Using every ounce of his skill as an experienced Dom, Jonas hopes to win Erica over before the night ends. He can only hope that the pleasure he can bring her would make the beautiful woman look past his scarred and battered exterior to the man within who can give her sensations like no other.

~Author's Note- This novella was previously published under the name 'Sensation Play'. No major changes have been made to the content~



Chapter One


Jonas Becker angled his big body away from the front door so he could remain just another anonymous patron at the coffee shop. Well, as much as a man who looked like he spent a lot of time on the rougher side of hell could blend into the lunch time crowd. The decade he’d spent as an extreme fighter left him with a crooked nose, one ear that had a bite taken out of it, and various scars and bumps on his shaved skull. Add to that his heavily muscled body and dominant mannerisms and it was no wonder that women often reacted to his appearance with fright…though it did seem to attract the submissives at the BDSM club he frequented. Hell, he’d rather fight a cage full of angry Russians than face the fear on a beautiful woman’s face when she first saw him.

He hunched his shoulders and slid farther into his secluded booth at the back of the room as soon as he heard Erica Alman entered the shop. Her husky, breathy tones were as unique and feminine as she was, and had as profound an effect on him now as they did six months ago during their brief meeting at a charity ball held at the Castillo Resort. The first thing he’d noticed about her was the mass of golden curls falling to her waist, the second her full figure wrapped in a slinky, black beaded gown. Young, probably better than ten years his junior, her innocence added an irresistible lure.

To his surprise, she had given him a smile filled with genuine delight and warmth when he asked her to dance in his heavily accented English. The men back at his fight club would have laughed their asses off at the sight of the Monster of Munich grinning like a fool.

The sensation of the soft press of her body against his flashed through his mind, and he relived those eight glorious minutes when she’d been in his arms. The dance itself had been wonderful, but he was afraid his conversation had been less than stellar. She’d tried to chat with him, but his one word answers soon silenced her. To make up for his inability to speak, he tried to show her with his body how beautiful he found her. With a gentle touch, he moved her around the dance floor, surprised at how well she followed his lead. The way her breath quickened and her pupils dilated with desire when her breasts brushed his chest let him know she enjoyed the dance as much as he did. When her big brown eyes met his, he knew he was in trouble. Such fierce intelligence shone in their depths, and a sensuality burned in her gaze that made him want to toss her over his shoulder and take her home with him.

Unable to help himself, he’d leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Du tanzt wirklich atemberaubend.”

The song ended and she lifted her face so that their lips were inches apart. “I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded wonderful.”

Before he could respond, a young man who looked like a male version of her gripped her shoulder with a possessive smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but our parents need to speak with Erica.”

Her brother. Jonas knew a dismissal when he heard it, and he had to respect her family’s wishes. “Thank you for the dance.” With a nod he left, damning his foolish tongue for being unable to express his thoughts in English as her voice rose in anger behind his retreating back.

The sensual purr of Erica’s husky voice snapped him back to the present as she greeted the barista. He pictured her in his mind as she ordered her usual, a tall iced mocha, and chatted. Were her marvelous blonde curls up in a sensible bun today to compliment her business attire, or did she wear his favorite pink tank top with her hair back in a high ponytail? Unable to resist the temptation, he stole a quick glance over his shoulder then returned to staring at the screen of his laptop.

Heat coursed through his body as he froze the mental image of her in his mind, adding it to his collection of memories. Today, she wore a cream sweatshirt and worn jean shorts that showcased her plump legs. Tall and very curvy, she was eine echte schönheit, a real beauty.

A scratch marred the back of one calf and he wanted to kiss away the sting it must have caused her. Some might find it strange that a Dom would want to sooth a hurt, but those were the kind of people who only knew about BDSM from what they’d seen on TV or in movies. In real life, he had yet to meet the Dom who enjoyed actually hurting a submissive. Oh, they would tease and torture, push the submissive to her limits in various ways that could include pain, but he’d never seen one outright abuse his sub.

Any asshole with a baseball bat could cause pain; that didn’t make him a Dom. That made him an abusive fuck.

The booth behind him shifted as Erica slid in, taking her customary place for her regular cup of coffee. The backs of the booths were high enough that she couldn’t see him, but he swore he could feel a change in the air when she was around, as if it were charged with the electricity of her presence. His gym was just down the street, and when he had seen her coming in here three months ago, he hadn’t believed his luck. He’d almost approached her then, but he was sweaty and in a tank top and shorts after his workout so he’d raced home to change. By the time he got back, Erica had been joined by her boyfriend, a handsome young man with a smile that Jonas didn’t trust.

Over the next few months, he stopped into the coffee shop once or twice a week to take advantage of their excellent tea and free Wi-Fi. If he just happened to pick the booth next to Erica’s favorite spot, that didn’t mean anything. And if he wore a baseball cap and always kept his face away from her, that didn’t mean anything either. And if, last week, he had forced back a whoop of delight when he heard her talking on the phone about breaking up with her boyfriend who utterly bored her in bed….

Yeah, right.

Today was the day. He owed it to her and to himself. His English had greatly improved over the last six months. After studying with a tutor, he could express himself without searching for the right word. He was about to stand and go to her booth to introduce himself when a softly accented female voice called out, “Hi, Erica!”

He turned his head the tiniest amount and caught a glimpse of Lara, her best friend, out of the corner of his eye. As usual, the pretty Hispanic woman wore a perfectly tailored suit that couldn’t hide her hourglass figure. Her heels struck the floor in a series of brisk clicks as she navigated the crowded tables and made her way toward Erica.

“Hey, Lara,” Erica said. “About time you got here.”

Jonas listened eagerly as the other woman slid into the booth. Lara often joined her for coffee and he rather enjoyed listening to them talk. Both women had sharp wits and he’d found himself more than once biting his tongue to keep from joining their conversation. As soon as Lara left, he’d approach Erica. Hopefully she’d be in a good mood after her friend’s visit.

“Sorry, I had a bunch of bullshit to deal with at the office. In fact, I only have a few minutes before I need to get back, but I had to see you after I got your email this morning. I’m so glad you finally contacted Madame Eve.”

Erica giggled and he smiled at the happy sound. “Yeah, after dickhead ex laughed at me for wanting to role play, I kicked him out and took your advice. I’m tired of trying to find the right guy on my own. If this 1Night Stand is all you claim it is, I should be a happy girl in a few weeks. Even if it is only for one night.”

He quickly typed the names Madam Eve and 1Night Stand into his laptop and continued to listen in on their conversation.

Lara’s voice held an edge of laughter. “I told you about the fantastic time I had. And my one-night stand turned into a whole lot more.”

Erica sighed and the booth creaked as she shifted. “Somehow, I doubt she’ll be able to pull another Super Bowl-winning linebacker out of her pocket for me.”

“What did you ask for?”

He strained to hear what she said, but the barista began to froth some milk and the noisy machine drowned out her response, other than three words that made his mouth go dry. “Big and dominant.”

Lara’s reply came through loud and clear. “You be careful with that fantasy. It’s potentially very dangerous. You have no idea what kind of man you could be attracting.”

Erica snorted then lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “Like you should talk. All I want is someone to fake break into my hotel room and force me to have multiple orgasms. Someone big and intimidating who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s not like I want to shove a butt plug up some strange guy’s ass while I spank him.”

His butt muscles clenched and he thanked God that wasn’t her thing. Now…putting objects into her tight pink ass interested him immensely.
Lara laughed. “Hey now!”

“Shit, look at the time. I have to go before my over protective brothers come looking for me.”

“I keep telling you that you need to stop working for your papa and open your own clinic.”

“I know.”

“I’ll walk with you and you can tell me more about this fantasy of yours. It might be fun to role-play with Tycen. I’ll be the evil cat burglar and he’ll be my victim.”

Both women giggled and the booth squeaked as they slid out. Some change rattled onto the table and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful round butt as she strolled out the door with her friend. The rest of the conversation faded while they moved away and the jingle of the bells on the door signaled their departure. He stole one more glance at her before she left, the light glinting on her golden hair as she tipped back her head and laughed. So full of life, her beauty shone from her like the sun, and he wanted that warmth on his body.
He stared at the website for 1Night Stand and began to plan on how to make sure they were matched together.


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