Free Dangerously Broken by Eden Bradley

playing with—that some of how my body will react is mental connection and chemistry. Is that right?”
    “That’s exactly right.” And Lord, the chemistry they had was off the charts. He had a sadistic side, so he’d have to be careful not to overplay her until they found out what she could really take. God, the things he wanted to do to her. “Tell me how you feel about bondage.”
    “I’m not into the rope thing in the way Allie is with Mick. I’d rather be cuffed.”
    “Chains?” He had to ask about one of his favorite fetishes. His hands balled into fists while he waited for her to answer.
    “Oh yes,” she said with a soft catch in her voice, making him remember how hard he was. “I love how heavy-duty they are. There’s something a little dangerous about them, if that makes sense. Exciting. I haven’t tried them yet, but I really like the idea. Can a person be bound in chains? I mean wrapped all around your body like you can with rope?”
    He stifled a groan. “Oh yeah. And you have no idea how happy you just made me, sugar.” She smiled, her face lighting up. Lighting him up. Making him hard again. He shifted in his chair before continuing. “What about spanking? Yes or no? Or maybe?”
    “A definite yes.”
    “How about a paddle? Leather? Wood?”
    “Leather, yes. Wood . . . I’m not sure. I’d have to try it.”
    “Caning?”
    He saw a small shiver go through her. “I’d like to try.”
    “But it scares you?” he asked.
    She shrugged. “A little, yes.”
    He leaned in and said quietly, “You don’t have to play the tough girl with me. This isn’t the time for that. I already know how tough you are, sweetheart. You have nothing to prove with me.”
    She looked into his eyes, hers gleaming in the harsh lighting of his office, the pupils enormous. She said in almost a whisper, “Don’t I, Jamie?”
    He took her hands in his. “Why do you think that?”
    “Because of our history—I don’t want you to change your mind before we play. And maybe because you haven’t even kissed me since I got here.”
    His hand went into her hair and he drew her face to his. “That was a huge mistake on my part, sugar girl. You had me distracted—you in your tight little dress and your berries. I won’t make that mistake again. Come here,” he said before pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers.
    A small sigh escaped her lips, and he breathed it in as he parted them, exploring, delving with his tongue. And sweet Jesus, her mouth alone, the hunger in her kiss, was enough to nearly bring him to his knees. His cock, his entire body, pulsed with the hard beat of desire. When he pulled back, they were both a little breathless.
    “
That
, my sugar girl, is why I didn’t kiss you right off. I wasn’t sure I could responsibly carry on negotiations after I had your sweet mouth under mine.”
    “And now?” she asked. Her cheeks were flushed pink. He ran his thumbs over the baby-soft skin there.
    “And now it’s maybe a good thing we at least got started. That we had a chance to set down the ground rules. But I’m going to sit back and take my hands off your lovely body or things are going to get real dirty real fast and we may never get the negotiating part done. Which means none of the kinky stuff for you, young lady.” He grinned, giving her nose a small tap, and was surprised to see her blush.
    She was already falling into subspace and he knew it was his own fault. Time to cool down. He pushed his chair back and stood up. “I’m getting a Coke. Want one?”
    “Yes, sure.”
    He went to the mini-fridge on the other side of the room, grabbed two cans of soda and handed her one, careful not to get close enough to breathe in that violet scent that always made his dick hard.
    Down, boy.
    He sat in his chair once more, careful not to touch her even though his hands itched for the satin of her skin. He flexed his fingers. “Okay. Let’s move on. Do you like some rough body play? Really