BONDS One: Crave

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CRAVE in the BONDS Series

She still craved him… The sight of a collar in her boyfriend’s drawer had stunned Sarah. Panicking, she had fled. But no other man has ever been his equal.

Two years ago, the woman he’d hoped to collar and marry disappeared. So Reece McRae is stunned to find his former girlfriend on her knees, behaving as the submissive he’d always wanted.

Is it too late? He should refuse her, but an undeniable sexual attraction consumes him.

Sarah had been under Reece’s spell from the moment she met him. When she found a steel collar in his drawer, she panicked. The idea of a lifetime of his relentless demands, sensual and otherwise, suffocated her.

In the years they’ve been apart, she hasn’t met his equal. Now, convinced one last night will vanquish his memory, she sets out to seduce him.

The Reece she returns to is even more determined to have his way. Is she now strong enough, brave enough, to surrender to his love?

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Mackenzie’s breath scorched her lungs. It had been over two years since she’d been the focus of Kennedy Aldrich’s attention. Time hadn’t diminished the impact, though. In fact, she felt it as a tingling sensation that lit up her body with a thousand tiny pinpricks.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the room.

She told herself that meant nothing. The man’s reputation was legendary. Ever since he’d been named as the country’s most eligible bachelor, the tabloids had splashed picture after picture of him on magazine covers. Rumors about his love life ignited fires on the Internet, and he was said to be with a new starlet every other month.

She settled for saying, “I appreciate what you did that night.” Seeing Brian with a new woman before their divorce was even final had shocked her. That Kennedy had seen that and stepped in had earned her gratitude. She’d been able to greet Brian with confidence. When he’d introduced the woman he was with as his new fiancée, she’d merely smiled and wished them well.

“It was selfish,” Kennedy said, bringing Mackenzie back to the present. “That blue dress flowed over your body. I wanted you in my arms. And I would have taken any excuse at that time. You’re an excellent dancer.”

“You lead well,” she replied. “Not just on the dance floor.” A tingle of awareness slithered up her spine, part warning, part anticipation, as he’d no doubt intended. Back then, she hadn’t realized he was a Dom. The newfound knowledge made her nervous. Just for a moment, she fantasized about what it would have been like that evening, if she’d known.

“I’m wondering, too,” he said.

“About?”

“What might have been different had I realized you were submissive.”

 

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Gradually, he lay beside her. As much as possible with her wrists bound, she turned onto her side, and he moved in behind her to hold her, cradle her. “I know. You didn’t used to snuggle,” he said. “You have to tie me up to make me,” she told him. “Whatever works to have my wicked way with you.” He smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Sultry sub.” For longer than she was comfortable with, he held her. Then, when the muscles in her upper arms began to fatigue, he released her bonds. “Back into the shower,” he said. “I want to clean you up and take out the plug.” “I am sure I can manage by myself.” “Wasn’t a request.” Adding clear intent to the words, he climbed from the bed, then grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the mattress and back into his arms. “Do you always have to have your way?” She looked up at him. “Yeah. I do. I will.” “Kennedy—” “We can pick up the argument another time. Not before bed.” “It’s fine if we never go back to it.” He put her on the countertop while he turned on the shower faucets and adjusted the temperature. “I’m serious. I can take out the plug.” This was entirely too intimate. “No problem.” Which meant, she discovered a few minutes later, that he got to be a voyeur. “I’ll never survive this.” “You will,” he assured her as he held her butt cheeks apart for her. In the end, it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. Probably an apt analogy for a lot of things. After the shower, he took her to bed.

“It’s been over two years since I spent the night with someone. I’m not sure I’ll be a good partner.” “It’s okay,” he said as he snuggled in behind her and pulled her hips back so that his cock was against her. “I have handcuffs, ankle cuffs, a blindfold, earplugs and a gag in the drawer. You’ll do fine.” She narrowed her eyes, even though he couldn’t see her. “You wouldn’t.” “I like my sleep. I go to great lengths to make sure I get it.” “What if you’re the terrible partner?” “Then we’ll have wild, swinging-from-the-chandelier sex until we’re both so exhausted it won’t matter.” “Kennedy?” “Zee?” “I hope you sleep like hell.” “Yeah. Me too.”

 

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Bonds
CLAIM
Sierra Cartwright

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Chapter One

“Kinky as fuck?”
Kennedy Aldrich put down the bottle of whiskey he’d just picked up. Somewhat bemused, he looked at his best friend, Julien Bonds. “The rumors about my alleged sexual conduct reached the hallowed halls of Silicon Valley?” Kennedy asked. “I would have thought you were more insulated than that.”
“Oh, hell no. I subscribe to all the trashy gossip sites and I get alerts when your name shows up on the Internet. How else would I keep up with all the salacious details of your life? And since I myself am celibate…”
“A regular monk,” Kennedy scoffed.
“Chastity is good for the soul,” Julien said, steepling his hands together.
“So I’ve heard.” Kennedy again picked up the squat, square-shaped bottle of whiskey and used his thumbnail to break the elegant wax seal.
“Classy,” Julien observed.
“Only the best for you.”
“Brilliant marketing,” Julien countered.
And Julien would know. When the man had started his electronics company, he’d been an innovator in packaging. When it came to the high-end goods they invested in, they knew they were selling an experience as much as a product.
“I assume you’ve thought about accessories?” Julien asked.
“The premium bottles will come in leather cases. And these glasses will be on the market in time for holiday giving.” He nodded toward a nosing glass. The base was more pedestal than stem, masculine and tasteful, but it was elegant enough to appeal to their target female audience. The union of perfection—beauty and function. The bottom of the glass was blown into the shape of large teardrop. It narrowed a bit toward the top before shaping outward again.
“Never seen anything like them.”
“They have similar ones at distilleries in Ireland and Scotland. But these are unique in our market, etched with the logo and customizable, for a price. Which is why I wanted to buy the company.”
Julien tapped his index fingers together while Kennedy poured a dram into each glass.
“We’ll also have gift package available, two glasses and a bottle, shipped in a wooden storage box, with the brand stamped into it.”
Kennedy picked up the glasses and gave one to Julien.
They both swirled the amber-colored liquid. Kennedy knew that, per ounce, the stuff didn’t cost much less than gold.