Free Surrender to a Sex Therapist by Anita Lawless Page A

mattress, leaned forward, and studied me.
    “ Why are you here really?”
    “ I told you.” I lifted off the multi-colored cushions sprawled across my cage floor and went to the door to return his stare. “A woman sent me.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Kama?”
    I wrapped my fingers around the bars. “I don’t know. She ran off before I got her name.”
    “ What did this woman look like?”
    I gave him a description of the giantess.
    His eyes went wide then his handsome, baby face pruned in distress. “That sounds like her, only that’s impossible.”
    I tilted my head. “Why’s that?”
    “ Kama’s dead.” Logan drew closer to the cage and sat on the cold, cobblestone floor beside it. “She was our wife, and she was a diplomat with the Royal Council of Lowland Giants.”
    “ Lowland giants?”
    He smiled. “That’s us. Mine and Rex’s people. Kama and some others went to have peace talks with the mountain giants, but it ended badly.” His smile dropped and he looked away.
    I touched his arm through the bars. “What happened?”
    “ She and three others in her traveling party were killed by mountain giants. War scouts were waiting to ambush them.”
    I grew more curious and more confused. “How would she expect me to help you?” A ghost had sent me up a beanstalk. This was just too bizarre.
    Logan shrugged and his eyes drifted as he lost himself to thought. “I don’t know, little one. I just don’t know.”
    I changed the subject then. “So…what do you and your husband plan on doing with me?”
    His smile was gleaming, wide, and salacious. “Well, I have a few ideas.”
    And at the mention of his ideas, I had one of my own. Judging by his carnal up and down perusal of my generous curves and breasts, my plan to spring this prison just might work.
    I tugged my tank top farther down, exposing ripe, round cleavage. “Really? What did you have in mind?”
    Part of me wondered what kind of chance I was taking here. After all, who knew what size of penis a giant would be packing. I wasn’t too worried about protection since I was on the pill, and maybe giant’s had condoms. Who knew? It was a risk I was willing to take to get down that beanstalk and back home.
    As if reading my mind, he said, “There are some things you should know about a giant first, love.” Through the bars, he brushed my cheek with big, rough fingers. “We’re big everywhere, and we like rough sex games. Are you up for that?”
    I swallowed and steeled my courage, jutting my chin and breasts higher. “I can take anything you can give.”
    ***

Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release The Executive’s New Clothes: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales by Roxxy Meyer
    The Executive’s New Clothes
    By Roxxy Meyer
    Ethan snuggled up behind me and we spooned after our usual dynamite sex. He kissed my ear and I shivered, smiling sleepily as I nestled my head deeper into the pillow. I was warm and comfortable, and in a perfect world I’d never have to move.
    But this isn’t a perfect world, and my cell phone picked that moment to trill its Donna Summer ringtone-- She Works Hard for the Money .
    Ethan groaned, and I wiggled my bare butt against his growing erection.
    “ Hey.” He swatted my thigh. “Not fair. You’ll end up answering that, and--”
    “ I don’t have to.” I turned in his arms and swept my fingers down his lightly haired chest, smiled up at his boyish Jude Law face.
    He stopped my hand just before it curled around his hard on. “But you will.” He smiled, and I tried not to see the disappointment in his expression. “You’re Katey Kitteridge, fashion designer and creative director extraordinaire. It’ll kill you to let it go.”
    I kissed the tip of his nose, ruefully edged away from his irresistible, lithe body and warmth. “Just ten minutes,” I told him as I bent to grab my cell from my pants pocket.
    “ Right.” He grinned. “And pigs will fly this Tuesday, or so I’ve heard.”
    I shook my