Free By His Desire by Kate Grey Page B

distance.”
    His eyes searched hers. “What kind of connection are you looking for?”
    “Something messy and human and scary. Something real.”
    He slid his arms around her waist. “I think I can offer you that.”
    “Good.”
    “I just want to be sure you understand...”
    “What?”
    “What I like in the bedroom—it’s a part of who I am. That’s not going to change.”
    “God, I hope not.”
    He took a step back and smiled at her. “You mean that?”
    “Hell, yes.”
    “Then take off your clothes.”
    He was still smiling at her, but a wicked gleam had come into his eyes.
    Goose bumps swept across her skin. “It’s, um, daytime.”
    “Yes.”
    “Nancy could walk in, or Paul—”
    “I sent them home. We’re alone in the house.”
    She took a deep breath and let it out. She’d thought from the beginning that her being blindfolded had made Keith feel safe, and it probably had. But it had made her feel safe, too.
    She couldn’t move.
    “Scared?” he asked softly.
    She nodded.
    “Too bad.” He took another step back and folded his arms. “Do it now.”
    A shiver went through her, but she knew Keith wasn’t kidding. When it came to sex, he gave the orders. She could follow them or go home.
    Her choice.
    She reached for the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. Then she reached behind her for the clasp on her bra and undid it, letting it fall to the ground.
    “Nice,” Keith said, moving close enough that he could cover her breasts with his hands. Her hardening nipples poked into his palms.
    “Lose the pants,” he instructed, and she kicked off her sandals before tugging her jeans and panties down.
    In a few seconds she stood naked in front of Keith Logan.
    “Even nicer,” he said, and she could see the desire in his eyes—the expression she’d only imagined before. “Now go to the desk and bend over.”
    A flutter of excitement made her knees weak, but she made it to the desk without collapsing. Then she rested her forearms on the table as she bent at the waist.
    “Spread your legs wider,” he said, and as she did she heard the sound of a zipper.
    She bit her lip as moisture flooded her core. Then Keith put one hand on her hip and used the other to stroke her.
    “You’re wet,” he murmured, and then he landed a sharp spank on her bottom.
    Adrenaline spiked in her bloodstream, and now she was even wetter.
    “Do you want me?” he asked roughly, and she started to say yes. But then she shook her head. “No.”
    His hands tightened on her and she knew her answer had surprised and excited him.
    “I think you’re lying, Sarah. You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you? Thinking about my cock inside you.”
    “No,” she said again, and he spanked her twice more.
    “It doesn’t matter if you want me or not. I’m going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
    Because she loved to feel his strength she used her hands to push against the desk, trying to straighten up. But he was too fast for her. He caught her wrists and twisted them behind her back, and then he tied them with—what was that?
    His belt. She didn’t know why that was so sexy, but it was.
    With her hands bound she was almost helpless. Still she kept struggling even when Keith held her down easily with one hand on her back, pressing her breasts against the cool wood of the desk.
    Then she felt the tip of his cock against her sopping entrance.
    “Do you want me?” he asked again, rougher than before.
    “No!” she cried out, even as her body quivered with eagerness.
    Then he pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, while he used the fingers of one hand to massage her clit.
    She was trapped between his cock and his fingers, and she found herself pushing back and then forward, delicious sensation waiting for her everywhere. She moaned.
    Keith bent over her and whispered in her ear. “You need this hard cock, don’t you?”
    Her role fell away and the truth slipped out.