Free Her Fantasy by Saskia Walker

Her Fantasy
     
     
    Saskia Walker
     
     

     
     
     
    “Which sexual fantasy is your ultimate turn-on?”
How is Anya Reid supposed to control her lust for her sexy coworker Warren McClure when he asks questions like that on their very first date? She has wanted Warren and to be more adventurous in bed for a long time, but she never expected him to be so direct…or to correctly guess that a ménage is her secret desire.
Soon Warren isn’t just talking about Anya’s fantasies—he’s making them come true. But does he want a true relationship, or is he only interested in their erotic games?
    Contents
     
     
    Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five
    Chapter One
     
     
    “Tell me,” Warren said, looking at Anya across the restaurant table, his eyes filled with suggestion, “which sexual fantasy is your ultimate turn-on?”
Had he really just said that?
Anya shifted in her seat and then crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her libido had been on a leash all evening and now he’d decided to talk about sexual fantasy. She knew this date with Warren was going to be a challenge, but she wouldn’t have predicted this line of conversation, especially not over dinner. Both her temperature and her pulse rate were rising, rapidly.
The dessert had just arrived, and she lifted her spoon and gently tapped her way into the crčme brűlée before she met his gaze.
“Sexual fantasy?” She laughed softly, playing for time to gather her thoughts. “Are you serious? You’d like to chat about stuff like that, now?”
Warren’s stare was uncompromising, his intelligent blue eyes twinkling at her. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook. “Yes, fantasies. Come on, you can tell me.”
He continued to look her over in that way he had, the way that netted the company they worked for so many advertising contracts. He was charismatic and self-assured, and Anya was pretty sure he always got what he set his sights on, whether it be a new client, or the best cut at the deli counter. Everything about him—from the closely cropped black hair and soul patch, to his rangy physique and understated style of dress—made her libido surge. Anya had wanted Warren for a long time, and now they were discussing sex over dinner. She could scarcely believe it was happening.
“You just want to see me squirm.” Lifting her glass, she took another sip of her wine.
“You could say that.” Eyebrows lifting, he eased back in his chair and reached for his glass. “I figured it would be fun to…share.”
Oh, that look he gave her was pure sex. If they weren’t in a public place she’d be squirming a whole lot closer to him. Fat Franco’s was a busy London restaurant, though, and the proximity of the other diners made the conversation feel both public and private, at the same time. This blatant approach was new to her, yes, but she was up for it. Sexual fantasy had previously been something giggled about with the girls. It definitely wasn’t something she’d ever talked about on a first date—and she and Warren were on a first date, even if they had known each other for two years. Andrew, her ex, had never raised the topic for conversation. Warren McClure wanted to talk about it, and that made Anya tingle with anticipation. She challenged herself to match him.
Easing her hair back over her shoulders, she noticed that he watched her every move with possessive eyes. That felt good, but she wished she’d worn something less sheer. She could feel her nipples hardening under the filmy dress she had on. He’d noticed, she knew he had. Squeezing her thighs together, she took a deep breath. “What do you think my fantasy is?”
Warren grinned. “I don’t have to guess. I know.”
Her pulse tripped.
“A threesome,” he added, before she had time to quiz him.
“What makes you say that?” Her face heated. It was her number one turn-on, and just hearing the man she wanted so much say it aloud made her feel incredibly horny.
“Women talk, men listen.”
This was torture,