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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.
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I took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning in my stomach, and said, “Boss me around, Sean.”
His 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?”
“Um,” I said, “boss me around, sir?”
He chuckled. “No,” he said, “the magic word is please. Same as when you were seven, you little brat.”
But he didn’t move, or say anything else. So I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine. God. Boss me around, please.”
He 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 upright.
He 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?”
I licked dry lips. “Yes.”
Shit, 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.
I cleared my throat. “Yes, uh…is sir appropriate here?”
He 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 suit.”
“That purple really complements your skin tone.”
“Talia.” 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.”
I swallowed. I didn’t quite have the words for it.
He 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 along—was unnerving.
“Power,” I whispered.
When I didn’t elaborate, he lifted his eyebrows and prompted me. “Hmm?”
I 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.”
One side of Sean’s mouth crept upward. “That’s right,” he said. “I take care of what’s mine.”