Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,11

the ladies’ room, I don’t think there’s much distance between us when it comes to sexual appetites.”

She considered her response to his touches. Part of her was afraid she’d never have another chance to experience everything Kellan was offering her as part of this deal. The safe, practical, boring men she seemed to attract didn’t bring the same level of excitement sexually that Kellan did.

But did she have the courage to put herself completely in his hands?

As she looked at his familiar, friendly face, she realized she did.

“I’ll go as far as you’re willing to take me.”

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. It was a subtle gesture, a small tell, but Sara didn’t miss it. He liked her response.

“If I do anything that you don’t like—”

“I’ll say stop,” she interjected, “and you will.”

He nodded.

“That’s where that trust thing comes in.”

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of trust,” she said, shifting in her seat so that she faced him completely. She let those words hover without an ending as she reached across the console and cupped his erection.

Kellan’s nostrils flared at her unexpected touch.

Stroking him through his pants, Sara enjoyed having all the power for once.

Using one hand, she unhooked his belt and the button of his pants, and then slid down the zipper. She ran her fingers along his cock once more, but this time there was nothing but the cotton of his boxer briefs obstructing her touch.

Sara kept her gaze locked on his face, fascinated by his responses to her actions. His jaw clenched, and she wondered what it would take to shake his control. To shatter it. To make him come apart the same way she had earlier.

“We’re ten minutes away from my place.”

She heard the implied dare. He was giving her a time limit. She was a sucker for a challenge.

She dipped her hand beneath the elastic of his boxers. His cock was every bit as big as she suspected. Maybe even more so. Her inner muscles fluttered at the thought of taking all of that inside.

Shoving her own arousal to the background, she focused on him. Her space was severely limited by the tiny car and the console between them. Regardless, she found a position where she was able to wrap her hand around him and stroke his cock, keeping her motions slow and steady.

After a minute or two, he captured her gaze. “Ready to get serious about it?”

Grinning, Sara tucked the shoulder strap of the seat belt beneath her arm. It was dangerous, but then again, so was he. She was throwing all caution to the wind tonight. She leaned over until her lips hovered just above the head of this cock.

Kellan’s hands remained on the steering wheel. “I’m coming up on my exit.” He owned a beautiful four-bedroom home he’d purchased nearly a decade earlier. It was right off Interstate 39 and located on a cul-de-sac surrounded by woods. He’d bought it for its entertainment value, as it possessed a large pool, a hot tub, tennis court, state of the art sound system, and a huge outdoor barbeque. Sara had attended countless parties there.

The one part of his house she’d never seen before was his bedroom.

“Sara,” Kellan said. “Please.”

It was all she needed to hear. She moved lower and took him into her mouth. One of his hands left the steering wheel to rest on the back of her head. Using her grip on the base of his cock, she worked her hand and mouth in unison to stroke as much of him as she could. He was so thick. And hard.

Kellan began to apply pressure to her head, helping set the pace, encouraging her to take him deeper. He shifted slightly, parting his legs as much as the space would allow. Her hand slipped lower as she cupped his balls.

“God,” he murmured. “That’s it. So fucking good.”

His words encouraged her to increase her speed, to try to take even more of him inside. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and she paused briefly. Kellan’s fingers closed in her hair, treating her to that feeling of being held in place.

“My captive,” he whispered.

Her heart thumped hard. With just two words, he thrust her into the fantasy. Suddenly, too many racy scenes flashed through her head, of all the different women she wanted to pretend to be with him. His prisoner, his naughty schoolgirl, his harem girl, even his domme.

After a lifetime of being plain old predictable Sara, the idea of shedding that skin