Tied to Him

Alphamen in Suits 3

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 24,000
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Two virgins fighting for control…who will submit first?

Sarah Brownstone has worked for the head of the IT department for six months. During that time, she has strived for professionalism, resolutely ignoring the way Robert's eyes devour her every inch and fighting her instincts that scream at her to make a run for it. And Robert just might be the one man who won't let her run away.

Since the first time Robert Klein saw Sarah he's been obsessed with getting this prim and proper redheaded beauty to lower her walls and let him in. He will do anything to make her his. But what will happen when Sarah's past catches up to her?

Content Warning: This sweet and in-control alpha knows exactly what his woman needs, and he won't let anyone stop him from giving it to her. This office romance contains hot, steamy sex scenes, so strap in for an explosive release!
 

Tied to Him
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Tied to Him

Alphamen in Suits 3

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 24,000
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"You trust me?" Robert asks, holding my wrists in one of his hands as the other goes up to his tie, undoing the knot and sliding it from around his neck.

"Yes." My voice is soft, and I realize in that moment that I mean it—I do trust him.

I've been working with him for the past six months, and in all that time, I've seen him be nothing but honorable and kind and decent. I tug at my hands almost as an afterthought, and when his grip doesn't budge, little sparks shoot off inside me and molten heat pools low in my belly.

The response confuses me but not Robert.

His eyes sharpen with something akin to understanding and determination. He leans down again, but this time he doesn't go for my neck. Nudging aside the neckline of my nightshirt, he kisses my breast.

My back arches, and I moan his name. "Robert, yes!"

His husky words of encouragement against my skin don't register as I'm lost to the mind-numbing pleasure he's giving me.

Until, suddenly, he stops. His head lifts up, and his eyes are hooded with restrained desire and need.

It takes me a few seconds to restart my brain, but when I come out of my haze, I see him looking down at me, waiting for something. For what, I don't know.

I arch my eyebrow at him in question. He remains silent and continues looking down at me, an almost solemn light in his eyes.

Moments pass, and when I go to cup his face, I realize I can't move my hands.

What the actual hell?

I look up and see he's bound my hands to the headboard. With his tie.

The bastard. I'll kill him.

 

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