Series: The Boardroom
Mass Market Paperback: 304 pages
Publisher: Carina Press; Original edition
Life is about power—who has it, who doesn’t.
Anyone who says otherwise hasn’t spent time in Kennedy Keller’s business-casual two-point-five-inch heels. A woman in a world very much run by men, Kennedy does whatever it takes to keep her power, in the office and outside of it.
Until she lets her guard down and decides to submit to a man for just one night. He’s everything she doesn’t usually let herself have: sexy, strong…dominant.
Matt Hamilton said goodbye to the Dom life years ago—power games and the delectable push/pull of dominance and submission might start in the bedroom, but it never stays there.
Reunited in the Boardroom, Matt and Kennedy test their desires and boundaries…and learn that one night is never just one night.
“Fine,” she relented as they entered the elevator. “Just promise me something.”
He waited for the doors to close before turning his full attention to her. “If I can.”
She choked back her scoff. At least he was honest. They were alone for the first time and the significance lit up every cell teetering on the edge of all in or out. She could almost feel him touching her despite the two feet of space between them.
“No means no,” she stated, firm on her demand.
“Of course.” Annoyance wrinkled his forehead.
“At any point.”
His expression softened, understanding easing over it. “I promise.”
For some unexplained reason, she trusted that. It was just words, but he came across as a man of honor. “Thank you.”
He settled his hand on her lower back as he guided her out of the elevator and down the hall. His touch was almost impersonal, yet it scorched through her clothing to imprint his palm on her skin. A flutter rippled through her stomach in a twist that leaned toward excitement.
Matt was new. He screamed of power and control. He was an indulgence she would never allow herself at home. Not like this. Not where image was everything.
He slid his keycard from his pocket, pausing. “You’re sure?”
Yes. No. Her heart thudded in her ears. “Are you?”
He gave away nothing as he skimmed the back of his fingers down her cheek. The caress was gentle, a promise without words. It settled into her, easing the nerves that’d surfaced.
Neither of them answered, not verbally anyway. This was nothing more than sex between adults. Hopefully wild, passionate sex that left her gasping for breath. The thrill came in the unknown. Anything could happen once she entered his room. He could be a total dud, or he could fuck her blind and then do it again.
He grazed the tips of his fingers over her lips in a touch so soft she almost sighed. “I can’t promise gentle.”
“Did I say I wanted gentle?”
His breath hitched. “How much will you give me?”
She flicked her tongue out to skim it over his fingertips, leveling her hesitation with the daring she’d ridden her entire life. “More than I ever have with another.”
His eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly as his fingers stilled. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She managed a small head shake. Anticipation trembled down her back and scrambled in her chest. They were dancing around a subject that probably should’ve been articulated, but defining it would make it too real. “I can only hope.”
His eyes fell closed. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the force. A fierce need darkened his eyes and called to her when he opened them. A whisper of fear skittered near the desire drawing her forward. She couldn’t identify it or why it was there, but it held. Not in warning, though.
She was stepping into the unknown in ways she couldn’t clarify. Yet she wasn’t turning around. Not now.
Not when she was so close to potentially fulfilling the craving she’d ruthlessly denied for years. She’d been taking her power from men since she’d first discovered how to wield it, but she’d never willingly given her power to anyone.
Not until now.
Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. After years of weekly travel implementing computer software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties as a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator.
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