Page 14 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

Barely able to believe she was in his arms and willing, Simon stood and carried her toward his bedroom, hoping he wasn’t in the middle of the best wet dream he had ever had.

Kara trembled as Simon swept her up in his strong, muscular arms and cradled her gently against his powerful body. Had she really just told him to take her to bed and do anything he wanted to her? Yes…she had…and she was shaking with anticipation. What she had told him was true. She was tired of fighting her attraction to him, an attraction that was so much more than a tiny bit of chemistry. Drawn to him as she had never been to another man, the struggle was futile, the outcome inevitable. Her body burned to be taken by him, and only him.

A smart, street-wise woman should probably fight the temptation. But Kara had never been enticed by a man like Simon Hudson. He was an enigma, a mystery that she hadn’t yet solved. Gruff, abrupt, brilliant…but also considerate, kind, and every now and then she caught a vulnerability that made her want to hold him close and soothe his battered soul. Kara had no doubt that at some point in his life, Simon Hudson had been hurt. Badly! How could she resist the yearning she had for him? She had to have one night with him, one chance to experience true desire. If she didn’t grasp this opportunity, Kara knew she would regret it for the rest of her life. It was gut instinct, but she had grown up tough and had learned to go with her intuition.

It had been screaming at her tonight, beating at her to accept Simon’s earlier proposition, telling her that she should take the chance to experience a passion and desire unlike anything she had ever experienced before and that might never come along again.

She felt her feet hit the plush carpet in Simon’s bedroom as he lowered her slowly to the ground, their bodies sliding together until she found her footing. His expression was volatile, his eyes dark with hunger and desire as his mouth came down on hers. Raw need ripped through her and she tightened her arms around his neck as he plundered her mouth, pulling the clip from her hair and burying his fingers, pulling her mouth tighter against his. One hand came down and gripped her ass tightly, pulling her up and against his hard erection, making her moan into his mouth with her desire for him to be inside her. She was already wet, ripe for his possession.

Needing some skin to skin contact, she reached for his shirt, desperate to touch his bare skin.

“No,” he barked as he ripped his mouth from hers and grasped her wrist.

“I just needed to touch you,” she panted, confused by his complete change of attitude.

“I need you naked. This has to go my way, Kara,” he told her quietly. “I told you what I wanted. I was completely serious.”

His voice was demanding, but Kara could hear a tinge of vulnerability in his statement. Wanting his possession more than she wanted her next breath, she stood back and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Popping open the button of her jeans, she lowered the zipper as she met his eyes with no shyness or hesitation. Shimmying out of the tight designer jeans, she let them drop to the floor, kicking out of them as they stopped at her ankles. She stood, her eyes never leaving his, in a very flimsy black silk bra and matching thong.

“Holy Christ. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he breathed reverently as he cupped her cheek and let his finger slide slowly over her face and down the side of her neck, until he reached the swell of her breasts, accentuated by the barely-there bra.

“It’s the expensive lingerie,” she told him softly, her breath hitching as he caressed the tops of her breasts lightly, making her shiver with desire.

“It’s you,” he answered, his fingers reaching for the front clasp of the bra. It gave way easily, spilling her breasts into his waiting hands. “You’re perfection.”

Kara shook her arms and the material dropped to the floor silently. She hissed as his hands roamed over her body, cupping the tender flesh of her breasts, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples. His fingers branded, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched.

“Although I love those panties, they need to go,” he insisted in a husky voice, a mere whisper, as his mouth nipped at the lobe of her ear.

They were gone in seconds, her desire to have him inside her intense, her core screaming for relief.

Longing and apprehension warred in her mind as she stood in front of Simon, completely naked. “Simon, I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

“How long?” he growled, his hand cupping her ass possessively.

“Five years. And even then I wasn’t very good in bed. There was only Chris, and I wasn’t enough to satisfy him,” she answered softly, trying not to let the insecurities of the past hammer against her brain.

“Did he fucking tell you that?” He insisted on knowing, his breath hot against her neck.

“Yes. He said that’s why he needed another woman,” she choked out, humiliated. She had believed Chris. Even though he was her first and only, she knew something had been seriously lacking.

“He was a complete idiot, Kara. You’re all the woman any man could want or dream about. Exactly what I need. It was his issue, not yours,” he grunted, placing his hands on both sides of her head and pulling her away from his body until his eyes met hers.

“I want this. I really do. I want you. I’m just a little nervous,” she admitted, her body still singing with arousal. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Listen to me,” he grumbled as his hands fisted in her hair. “You could never, ever disappoint me. I want you so badly I’m ready to lose my mind. I have you. I have control. I make the decisions. You have nothing to do except to come, as loud and as long as you want to. You please me just by being here and wanting me. As long as I can make you come, I’ll be ecstatic.”

She sighed, her body relaxing. Simon would make it good. She already knew that. “Then make me come, Simon. Take me to bed.”

Simon picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed, pulling the bedding down roughly until it lay crumpled at the end of the bed. Her ass was stroked by the black silk fitted sheet that still remained under her as she scooted up on the bed.

Simon sat on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching for the drawer beside the bed. He yanked four fur-lined handcuffs, complete with attached hardware, from the drawer, followed by a long strip of black silk.

“Complete surrender,” she murmured softly as she leaned back against the silk-covered pillows.

“Yes,” he answered softly, his eyes raking her body hungrily as he reached for her arm to attach the first cuff.

She had no doubt that Simon had done this many times before. He had her secured to the bed, spread-eagled, in less than a minute. She watched him, his eyes ravenous on her body as he went through the motions.

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