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Title: Hold Me Down
Author: Sara Taylor Woods
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hold Me Down:Talia Benson has always been independent, unafraid to go after what she wants, regardless of setback, injury, or failure. But between her father’s conditional tuition payments and her mother’s nagging concern over her emotional state, Talia’s suffocating. So when Talia meets doctoral student Sean Poole, she can’t figure out why she wants him to control her. Why she wants him to boss her around. Why she wants him to hurt her. Talia learns the hard way that not all control is created equal, and sometimes submitting is the most empowering thing in the world.
took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning in my stomach, and said, “Boss
me around, Sean.”
brows flickered, like he was surprised I’d finally located my spine. He put his
water on the coffee table, and I’m sure how he made such an innocuous move so
damn threatening. And when he straightened up again, I swear to God he grew
three sizes. “What’s the magic word?”
I said, “boss me around, sir?”
chuckled. “No,” he said, “the magic word is please. Same as when you were seven, you little brat.”
he didn’t move, or say anything else. So I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine. God.
Boss me around, please.”
closed the space between us in two long steps, and this time, when he slid his
hand around the back of my neck, he fisted his fingers in my hair and yanked my
head back. My mouth fell open and it was all I could do to focus on staying
wasn’t kissing me. He was just holding me there, my head tipped back and throat
exposed. He said, “So, the suit does something for you?”
licked dry lips. “Yes.”
what did he want to hear? Please
obviously wasn’t the right answer. Or was it? Did he want me to say his name?
Mr. Poole? Fuck. Fuck.
cleared my throat. “Yes, uh…is sir
sighed, and pulled down on my hair. It didn’t quite hurt, but it drove me to my knees. “Tell me why you like the
purple really complements your skin tone.”
He sang my name more than said it, amused by my flippancy, his fingers
tightening in my hair. Chills spiderwebbed across my scalp, down my neck. “You
know that isn’t what I meant. Tell me why you like the suit.”
swallowed. I didn’t quite have the words for it.
watched me. He stared down the length of his arm, studying my face. I saw no
annoyance, no impatience. The attention he paid me—that he’d been paying me all
I didn’t elaborate, he lifted his eyebrows and prompted me. “Hmm?”
was back to wanting to puke, but I forced myself to explain. “A man in a suit
is a man with power.” My voice was shaking. “The power to create and destroy.
To help or hurt as he sees fit. He protects and provides. He takes care of
himself.” I cleared my throat. “He takes care of what’s his.”
side of Sean’s mouth crept upward. “That’s right,” he said. “I take care of