Free Seducing the Boss (The Pulse Series) by Mari Carr Page A

knew it wasn’t intentional. God, if he realized the protective shield was crumbling, he’d call a halt to the whole thing right now.
    So she pretended she was fine, told herself she wasn’t falling under Kellan’s spell. Maybe if she repeated that mantra enough, she’d convince herself it was true.
    Kellan’s lips ventured away from hers, scorching a trail along her neck and down to her chest. She hissed when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Kellan didn’t even attempt to restrain himself or take it easy on her.
    She moved slightly, her body shifting into overdrive. Her brain disengaged in moments like this, and she existed only on sensation. On doing whatever it took to grab more. More pleasure, more pain, more friction. More everything.
    When he traveled lower, his tongue caressing her stomach, she was transported to that place he’d shown her last night. She was weightless in this realm, floating, flying.
    Kellan nipped her clit. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair. It felt good to be able to touch him.
    While she’d enjoyed his bondage more than she could say, there was something very satisfying about being able to participate, to tighten her grip on his hair until he…
    There it was. That sexy grunt that told her he liked it rough.
    He’d just lifted his head, clearly ready for more when her stomach growled. Loudly.
    Yeah. That was totally sexy.
    “Sorry,” she murmured. “I’m sort of starving.”
    “That’s my fault. I’m not being a very good host, am I? Whisked you away for the weekend, and now I keep forgetting to feed you.”
    She shrugged. “That’s not really why we’re here, is it? You never promised me a feast.”
    Sara tried to understand his sudden frown. He’d laid out the rules for the weekend very plainly, and she was working overtime to get a handle on her emotions. Something that was becoming increasingly difficult as more and more layers of Kellan James were peeled away, revealing a man who was not only intelligent, cocky, and witty, but sweet and romantic.
    “Maybe not. But you deserve to be wined and dined.”
    She tilted her head, waiting for him to finish the joke. There had to be a punch line after that. Sadly, there wasn’t.
    And there goes that little piece of my heart.
    Then, even more surprisingly, he sat up. “Rain check on this?”
    “Wait. What?”
    “I’m hungry, too.”
    He was okay with just stopping? She nodded slowly. “Are you sure?”
    “I do possess some self-control, Scrubs.” Kellan laughed as he rose from the bed, offering a hand to help her up as well. “Come on. I promised you steak on the grill.”
    …
    Dinner was a low-key, relaxing affair. Sara was struck by how easy it was for them to change gears, moving from ravenous, can’t-get-enough lovers to casual, comfortable friends without missing a beat.
    In some ways, she wasn’t sure she recognized this woman she was turning into—this wild, unrestrained, sexually adventurous person who fucked her boss-slash-friend just for the hell of it, with no thought to the future.
    What had happened to Sara Connelly, the respectable, hard-working nurse who’d never indulged in much more than missionary with a long-term boyfriend, while planning their wedding and picking out the names of their kids.
    And what made matters worse was she wasn’t sure she could return to ho-hum Sara. There was a lot to be said for live-in-the-moment Sara’s life.
    Her attraction to Kellan was starting to get out of hand. Growing up together had left her somewhat blind to his handsomeness. Well, maybe not blind. She’d always known he was good-looking, and had listened to more than a few female friends and colleagues remark about his hotness factor, but she’d been immune to it. She’d spent a lifetime looking at the man and never experienced anything more than a lukewarm “it’s just Kellan” response. Tonight, as he sat across from her, polishing off his steak,