Power Play: Katie and the Dom by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online

kiss, after everything that had
happened since they met just a week ago, with Katie naked and shackled on her
knees in his basement. She couldn’t believe this was their first real kiss, but
it was, and she was thinking about that when he slipped his arms around her
waist, his mouth slanting across hers, tongue soft and exploring.
    She stood on
her tiptoes in her heels, arms around his broad neck, giving as good as she
got, wanting more, trying to tell him so with her body, and when they parted,
both of them breathless, she thought he’d gotten her message.
    “I’ve got a
busy week.” Liam closed his eyes, touching his forehead to hers. “I’ll call you
on Friday.”
    A week! A
whole week? Her body protested, pressing into his, and Liam groaned as she
kissed him again, all greedy, hungry mouth, sliding her slim thigh between his
thickly muscled ones.
    “Easy,” he
murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. “Take a
week. Read the book. We’ll talk.”
    The book.
She’d almost forgotten. But she was tired of reading about it—she wanted to do it!
    “Goodnight,
Katie.”
    He waited
for her to get into her Honda, making sure she was buckled, before he got into
his little red sports car. She gave him a wave as she started the engine,
putting the car into “drive” and wondering how in the hell she was supposed to
get through the next week.
    *
* * *
    Lori said
she wouldn’t make to Monday, but she was wrong. Katie made it to Wednesday,
sitting at her desk, wasting time and playing on Facebook in between
check-outs. She flipped through all the “Hump Day” references, which only made
it worse. She couldn’t think of anything but Liam. She’d devoured his book,
reading until four in the morning that first night, finishing it the next day,
unshowered and still in her pajamas, the following afternoon.
    Now she
understood. She understood everything, why Patrick was a top and Liam was a
dominant, why she was a submissive—at least on paper.
    At lunch
time, she grabbed her brown-bag lunch and sat in her little office in the back. Two more days. Just two more days. She flipped through a magazine, not
seeing the half-starved models and actresses pretending they were happy in
fancy dresses or half-naked on beaches. None of it made sense anyway. Since
Liam had left her in the parking lot, her world had turned from color back to
black and white.
    Katie opened
her lunch, looking at her turkey sandwich on whole wheat and thought she’d
never seen anything more boring in her life. Then she remembered the crab, the
tiramisu. She took a bite and it tasted like cardboard. No, this wouldn’t do.
This wouldn’t do at all. Flipping the page, she sighed, and then saw a tear-out
card in the middle, the name on it catching her attention.
    She got up,
tossing her lunch into the trash, grabbing her purse and coat.
    She wasn’t
hungry after all. At least not for food.
    “Chris, I’m
going home.” Katie spoke to her co-worker at the desk as she shrugged on her
coat. “I’m not feeling right.”
    That was
true enough.
    “Sick?” He
looked up at her, frowning. Dependable Katie didn’t take days off. She’d even
come to work once with the flu.
    Lovesick,
she thought, but just nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
    “Feel
better!” he called.
    It was crazy
but there was only one thing that was going to cure whatever was ailing her. It
only took her half an hour to go home and change. When she pulled her car into
the health club parking lot and cut the engine, she was muttering to herself
about crazy stalker women, but she grabbed her bag and purse and went in
anyway.
    A
librarian’s salary was enough for her to live on with only a few luxuries like
Netflix and DVR for her cable. It certainly wasn’t enough for a gym membership.
But the little tear-out card offered her a one-day free pass, and she was going
to take advantage of that. More than most, she hoped, looking around the busy
lobby. The