Her Fantasy

By 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 about her sexual fantasies on their very first date? She wants Warren, and she has wanted 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 relationship, or is he only interested in their erotic games?

Please note: this story was previously published by Harlequin with a different cover. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Saskia Walker
• Release date: Dec 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533744012

Saskia Walker

Award-winning British author Saskia Walker first dreamed of writing her own stories when she discovered a handful of romance novels stashed away in her school library. An avid reader, she lapped up the adventures and the life-affirming emotion she found there. As well as fantasy and romance, Saskia writes paranormal, historical and contemporary fiction, with a special interest in witchcraft. Saskia's short stories have now been published in over one hundred international anthologies and magazines. Her novels have been published by two New York publishing houses as well as several smaller publishing houses. To her absolute delight two of her novels won Passionate Plume awards, and her work has twice been nominated for a Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers' Choice Award. Her Witches of Scotland series was widely translated and became a Scandinavian bestseller. In 2015 she became a USA TODAY bestselling author. It's been an amazing journey. Saskia is now a full time author and she has many more stories to tell. Saskia is happily settled in Yorkshire in the north of England, with her real-life hero, Mark, and a houseful of felines. 

Book preview

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 rapidly rising.

The dessert had just arrived, and she lifted her spoon and gently tapped her way into the crème brulée 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. Charismatic and self-assured, 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’d 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. 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 him watching her every move with possessive eyes. It 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, but in a good way — a way that engaged her restless libido and breathed a silent promise of fulfillment to it. I don’t understand.

He still wore an easy smile. You had a light-hearted discussion at the office about it with Lorie and Jean a year or so back. If I recall correctly, it was stimulated by an article in a woman's magazine. Details were passed around. He paused, flexing his broad shoulders as if he was limbering up. Why did that action make her legs feel weak? It was all very good natured. I think you called the idea of two willing lovers ‘totally irresistible’.

Anya recalled the conversation, but his reaction to it astonished her. He wanted to know about her fantasies, why? Her cheeks flushed.

Winking, he sighed softly. "Oh, Anya Reid, you look so adorable