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What’s your pleasure?
From Lynda Aicher, author of the bestselling Wicked Play books, comes an exclusive invitation to the Boardroom—where working late has its rewards.
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.
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He looked away before his gaze dropped to the inviting curve of her lips. Yet he could still picture the arch and dip, imagine the feel of them beneath his own, on his skin, kissing down—
“Are you here with others?” He tossed out, scanning the room, noting every man who studied her. He was playing with fire and couldn’t get himself to pull back.
“A couple of sales guys, yes.”
“And they’re where?”
“At another hotel.” Her tone was as steady as her gaze. She was on the same track as him and had no qualms about letting him know. “I like the distance.”
“They’re that bad?”
“No. Not at all.” She let that rest for a beat before adding, “I just value my freedom.”
Like the freedom to engage with a man she’d just met in a bar? The freedom to be direct about her interest? The freedom to go up to his room and let him do the explicit things to her that refused to leave his thoughts?
Kennedy presented an opportunity, one he longed to accept. She was openly seeking what he wanted to give her, at least partially. Would she have looked at him if he’d been in his usual jeans and T-shirt? The suit conformed to his CEO role, yet it wasn’t his norm.
Only it had been lately.
It’d become his new uniform when the other was safer. Power came with the suit. Expected authority and unearned respect were granted based on nothing more than his appearance. He’d forgotten how emboldening that could be. How it urged him to live up to every expectation, and then be better. To be the one who could provide. Who cared.
Who was more than just an overbearing Army officer.
Sex was clearly on the table, but what did she truly need from him? Would she give him more than a quick fuck and thank you? Would she let him take control? What if her answer was yes?
Visions of her naked, her power entrusted to him as he hunted out her darkest desires, crushed his lingering hesitation.
He leaned toward her. The intoxicating blend of her perfume wove through him, painting a picture he longed to uncover. Dark, seductive without being obvious. He let every lustful thought and all of his suppressed hunger tumble into his voice. “What do you do with that freedom?”
No one he knew was here and few here knew him. His lips quirked at the status he’d been cursing when he’d left the convention hall after hours of introductions in his hunt for every possible opportunity. And here one sat, unexpected, but the potential was wide open.
The only thing holding him back was his own damn rules. Ones he could bend or break—or redefine.
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