Take Me by Megan Slayer 

BIN: 06265-02013
Word Count: 5K
Page Count: 20
Price: $2.49
Release Date: March 15, 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Ménage, Bisexual and More, Dark Desire, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

The phrase get me out of here just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her… or did she?

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EXCERPT:

“Ten p.m., and all I want is a good fuck.” Talia Sanderson shrugged out of her robe and stepped into the steamy shower. Hot water sluiced over her body as she shook out her hair from the clip. She rubbed her hands over her body and groaned. Thirty-six days since she’d seen him and the same number of days since she’d had sex.
“I miss Ryker.” Ryker Thomas, voted sexiest man alive and the one man she gave up control to. She leaned against the shower wall and sighed. “Stupid tabloids. Let the guy have a life. He can be hot and in a relationship.”
She palmed her breast and gave her nipple a pinch. If Ryker were there, he’d have her against the wall and open to his inspection. She shivered. God, he loved to fuck in the shower… the bed, the wall… his trailer, her trailer… anywhere they could have sex. Touching herself didn’t have the same effect as being with her husband. He knew where to touch her and where to kiss to make her moan. She hurried to clean herself. Maybe he’d have the phone on so they could have phone sex or something. Anything was better than sitting in her trailer in the middle of the Nevada desert waiting for another day of filming to begin.
On the bed, her phone beeped. Her heart leapt. Only Ryker had the number. Talia pounced onto the mattress and pressed the buttons to retrieve the message.
I have a challenge for you.
She grinned and answered the text.
I’m game.
Her hands shook as she awaited the return message.
Get your trench coat. Wait for me on the bed.
Wait for him! She glanced around the trailer in search of her trench coat. Nervous giggles erupted from her throat. An answer. She hadn’t given him an answer. Shit.
Yes, Sir.