Boiling Point (Crossing the Line #3) by Tessa Bailey

Author:Tessa Bailey [Bailey, Tessa]
Language: ara
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: hacker, BDSM, con artist, dominant women, Contemporary romance, submissive man, Chicago, Entangled, Select Contemporary, kink, mistress, con, Tessa Bailey, undercover, d/s, sexy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

For such a light rope, it held the weight of a thousand doubts. Polly was still reeling from finding out Reitman—or Charles, as Austin had referred to the ruinous man—was Austin’s ex-partner. Based on Austin’s age, the quick math she’d done to determine if they’d been partners at the time her fathers were fleeced had been unnecessary. But oh how she wished Austin had been a participant in that crime, so she would have no choice but to leave the hotel room without a single backward glance. The rational half of her brain commanded she leave anyway. She hated feeling so damn conflicted.

So why wouldn’t her feet move? One step and she’d be in the hallway, moving away from temptation. Austin’s body heat behind her represented the flames of hell in one respect and the promise of all-out erotic bliss in another. She wanted to punish him. Wanted to make him suffer for deceiving her, deceiving others, making her want him to the point of desperation.

He’d known exactly what would keep her from bolting. Giving her a tool to get back at him for inspiring too many emotions to count. Jealousy, anger, desire, confusion…even gratefulness for getting information she couldn’t get access to even from her beloved laptop. She’d never held a rope such as the one caressing her palm, but it already felt familiar. Necessary. Lifeblood. Upon handing it to her like an offering, Austin’s breathing had grown choppy against her neck. The outline of his erection was prominent against the small of her back, his touch so sure. For good reason. If she gave in¸ used this room for what they’d intended, he would spin a web of sex around her and banish all else. A blessing and a curse.

Polly closed her fist around the rope. No. He wouldn’t spin anything around her. She would spin around him. Control had been handed to her; she only had to embrace it. Memories from the previous evening filtered from her mind, traveling lower until they grew heavy in her loins. The rush of satisfaction she’d experienced holding the belt. Using it on Austin. Being in that place was far more favorable than how she felt now. Running on empty, throat hurting with the need to shout. Maybe she would hate herself tomorrow for channeling her frustration with one of the main sources of it, but the outlet proved too tempting to pass up.

“I want you to…”

Austin’s breath ceased behind her. “Finish that thought, Polly.”

She ran her thumb over the smooth, twisted silk. “I want you sitting in a chair.”

“Done,” he rasped, his hand sliding from her belly, brushing over the front of her skirt as it went. Polly waited until she heard him moving one of the armless chairs from the dining table, dragging it across the floor. She knew the slow drag was deliberate when she felt it low in her belly, when her eyelids drooped. As much lip service as he paid to Polly holding the reins, he couldn’t help manipulating, pushing the situation in the direction of his choosing.

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