After lusting after her friend, Jace, for years, Carly summons up the nerve to seduce him. But what if the experience isn’t what she imagined? Can she hang on to their friendship after a night in his arms?
Carly has a mission—seduce her friend Jace Thomas. For years, she has wanted him. HIs dominating ways in the bedroom don’t deter her in any way. In fact, she craves discipline and punishment at his hands.
While attracted to Carly, Jace has vowed never to act on that attraction, certain she would want nothing to do with his preferences in the bedroom. When Carly sets out to seduce him, he gives in to temptation, but holds back. He is shocked when Carly is furious with him afterwards.
Unsure how to act after their night together, the two friends avoid each other. Can they repair their friendship and go back to the way things were? Will that be enough for Jace and Carly?
Oh shit, she couldn’t breathe.
Carly Sandstone rested her forehead on the steering wheel and drew in one breath after another. This was it. Tonight was the night. She’d finally worked up the nerve to go after what she wanted—Jace Thomas. Her friend of many years and the object of her lust for as long as she knew what lust was.
Yet here she was, sitting in her car practically hyperventilating. Get over it, she told herself. She was sick of being the friend, the buddy Jace hung out with, while she watched him go out with other women. And knowing what was going on behind closed doors… Jealousy burned in Carly’s gut. Jace was a dominant, in-control man, and that carried over into the bedroom. She was well aware of that fact, thanks to the indiscreet bragging and gushing of several of Jace’s exes. Most had been threatened by Jace and Carly’s close friendship, and apparently thought giving Carly detailed, blow-by-blow descriptions of sex with Jace would put her in her place.
Carly snorted. Just the opposite. While she hated hearing about him with other women, the thought of him tying her up, spanking her, dominating her had given her many sleepless nights. Hell, thinking of it now had her squirming in her seat.
She straightened and, before she could talk herself out of it, grabbed the wicker basket from the seat beside her. She locked the car and walked determinedly up the path to his front door. After knocking, she held her breath and waited for Jace to answer.
The door swung open, and there he was. Absolutely delectable in jeans and snug T-shirt. His feet were bare, and his dark hair was slightly damp and curling at the ends. He must have gotten out the shower recently. The air left her lungs in a whoosh. Damn, he always managed to take her breath away. Up until now she’d been able to hide that little fact from him—but it was getting harder day by day.
“Hey, Carly,” he greeted and stepped back to allow her to enter. “I’m surprised to see you on a Friday night. Thought for sure you’d have a hot date.”
Carly chuckled nervously. “If you’re busy or have plans, I can take off.” She nearly smacked her forehead. Dammit. Already she was waffling. Not exactly the way to get what she wanted.