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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?
She held his stare for a moment, unable to hide defiance, then dropped her gaze to the floor. “Yes... Sir,” she mumbled.
He walked up to her, his footsteps heavy on the floor.
He came close, so close she could feel his body heat on her naked breasts.
“Be careful,” he said.
Imogen bit on her bottom lip. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
He stepped away.
She watched him move into another cubicle. This one contained what appeared to be a board that a person could be strapped onto.
Kane released a lever and pushed the top of the board. The whole thing tipped, completely so that if anyone had been on it they’d be upside down.
“What the...?” she murmured, wondering how a head rush could be erotic.
“This,” Kane said, “is very popular and you shouldn’t rule it out until you’ve tried it.”
“Jesus, you want me to have a headache all night? That’s hardly going to be conducive to sexy times.” As she’d spoken she knew full well she’d been out of line. Not only had she not tagged Sir onto the end, she’d stared right at him.
He pressed his lips together and his chest expanded. In ten big strides he was beside her. Suddenly, Imogen found herself in exactly the position she’d just scorned—inverted. He’d tipped her over his knee as he’d sat hastily on the nearest sofa.
“Hey,” she gasped, the world turning upside down and her hair falling over her face and sweeping onto the floor. “What...?”
“I gave you plenty of warning,” he said, clamping her legs between his and pressing between her shoulder blades.
A hard whack landed on her ass, then another and another.
“What the...? Ow...” She squirmed and tried to protect her ass with her hands.