Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,15

considered taking her up on her offer, but realized he didn’t want to wait any longer to take her. Typically his control was better, but the hard truth was…he wanted her. Now.

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Sara grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. Her enthusiasm was starting to rub off, something he hadn’t thought possible. Kellan didn’t think he was jaded, but he couldn’t remember the last time sex had been this much fun.

He knelt next to her on the bed, tearing open the wrapper. Sara was there in an instant, claiming the condom and rolling it onto his erection. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her hands on him. Finally, it was in place.

“Lay down, Sara.”

Any second thoughts she may have had about the wisdom of doing this had clearly vanished. Her legs parted with an invitation he accepted.

Placing the head of his cock at her opening, he paused, leaning down to kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and Kellan pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He was letting himself get carried away. They’d come here this weekend to explore her fantasies, to give her an opportunity to test her “kinky” wings. Instead, he was letting himself get swept away in the moment, giving her too much of what she’d already had.

He hadn’t brought her here to make love to her. He’d brought her here to fuck her.

Kellan rose from the bed, despite Sara’s protests. When she started to rise, he raised his hand, his face stern. “Don’t move.”

She lay back down, her expression more intrigued than confused.

Kellan crossed the room to his dresser, rifling through a drawer until he found a ratty old T-shirt. He ripped the thing in half.

She sat up at the sound. “That was an oddly super-hot move.”

Ordinarily, her comment would have provoked a smile, but he couldn’t find the strength to grin. She was using humor in an attempt to lighten the moment, but all his willpower was focused on taking this slow, making sure she got what she’d come for.

She wasn’t here for the friendship, but for the fantasy.

As he returned to the bed, he continued to tear the shirt into four strips. The cotton wouldn’t hurt her, but it would definitely keep her where he wanted her.

Sara bit her lip when he returned to the bed. He’d told her he wanted to tie her up, and she had agreed.

“Still want to try this?” Ordinarily he would establish a safe word with his lover, but Sara wasn’t some woman he’d picked up for a one-night stand.

She nodded. “I do. I really do.”

“If it’s too much, just tell me to stop, and I’ll untie you. Okay?”

“Okay.” She gave him a sweet smile that made him want to make this even better for her. She was giving him her trust and her body.

He crawled on the bed beside her and reached for her hands. Looping one of the strips of cotton around her wrists, he bound them together. The knot was tight, but he took care to make sure he wasn’t cutting off her circulation. He lifted her hands above her and secured them to the headboard with another piece of the shirt.

Kellan paused, giving her a second to test the bondage, to decide if she was comfortable with it.

She sighed, the sound one of pure delight.

He assumed the role of captor. “You’re mine, Sara. I will do whatever I want to you.”

Sara’s eyes darkened with a need that was almost palpable. “I never dreamed…” She paused, then revised her words, “I never thought I’d…”

He kissed her on the cheek. “Say it.”

“Is it wrong for me to want this fantasy? I mean, I’m not the sort of woman who lets a guy tie her up, take control. I’m too independent, too opinionated for my own good sometimes.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that. You stand up for what you believe in. You’re brave, intelligent, and a loyal friend. Those are all good qualities. You don’t lose those just because you let me do dirty things to you in the bedroom.”

“I want this so bad.”

Kellan reached for two more strips of cotton and looped them around her knees. Her furrowed brow told him she was confused by his actions, but she didn’t call him on it or ask him what the hell he was doing.

When he lifted her right leg, securing the tie to the corner of the headboard, she figured it