Page 38 of Ho Ho Oh No

Unfortunately, my teasing Dom fiancé, orDomiancé,if you will, has other ideas. He shifts his weight off his heels and stands. In the process, he pulls his hand away, leaving me bereft and a hot second away from pouting or throwing a tantrum. Unclear about which approach I’ll go with. I like to live in the moment and see where the mood takes me.

Holding scorching eye contact, he sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste me. “Lettie baby, it isn’t time for presents yet.”

My mouth waters, and I release an audibleoofsound.Good golly,if he doesn’t make me come before party decorating commences, I’ll end up humping his leg under the table while everyone’s enjoying milk and cookies. Or whatever treats Klein and Mia are bringing.

Horny as an unpaid harlot, I resort to begging. “Please, babe.” My lashes flutter like a butterfly’s wings, and I coyly gaze at him from under them. “You owe me an apology, don’t you? Just the one sexy present.”

I’m nailing this good girl thing.

And if this doesn’t work, I’ve always got the other card up my sleeve. The old...pleasemake me come because I’m pregnant and hornycard. Let’s call it myQueen of Cockscard.

He glances toward the doorknob, making me grin like the dickens.

“It’s already locked,” I answer the question he didn’t ask verbally. “Couldn’t risk someone barging in and seeing the presents while I was wrapping them.”

“No one is barging into any of these rooms, sugar. That’s for damn sure.”

Facts. After all, it’s been a stressful time at Redleg, and nothing takes the edge off like a good orgasm.

I scoot to the edge of the bed and press my thighs together. “My kinky gift, please.” With a shimmy of my shoulders, I press my elbows in to accentuate my cleavage and raise my empty hands, ready to be spoiled with whatever he got me.

Making no attempt to hide his covetous eyes, his gaze practically licks its way down my chest. He closes the distance separating us and drags one long finger down the neckline of my top, dipping it between my breasts.

It’s getting hard to breathe. I might combust.

“Lettie, Lettie, Lettie,” he tuts. “I don’t think we have time for your sexy presents.”

Wait.He said sexy presents. More than one. You heard that, right?

Nah. I must have misheard him. We agreed on one kinky present each and one regular present.

Yes, I got him three presents, which I can easily blame on my forgetful ADHD brain. However, I only got him one sexy present. I tend to avoid breaking bedroom rules, except when I’m itching to be put across his knee. And with my ever-expanding belly, that’s going to be out soon. Unless, he spreads his knees apart, letting my baby bump sag between them. That could work for another month or three.

We’ll need to try that later to satiate my squirrel musings.

Knees bobbing with excitement, I say, “We have plenty of time.I unwrap even faster than I wrap. You’ll see. Gimme, gimme.” I lift my still-empty palms higher.

He grabs my hands instead of placing a gift on them. “But there’s too many.”

“Too many? We agreed.”

Hedidbreak the rules. That no good rotten snake.

And don’t you dare wag your judgy finger at me. My rule-breaking is different. It just is. Don’t ask why. I haven’t thought of a reason yet. Again, I’ll go with the flow on that one when the time comes.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t choose only one, sweetness.”

“I forgive you.” I pulse his hands, then swat them away so he has a place to put my present. “Now gimme. Pick a present. I don’t care which. You’re wasting time. Chop, chop.”

He puts his fists on his hips and sharpens his glare, assuming his Dom pose. Well, if his Dom were actually a superhero or Peter Pan.

Hefting to my feet, I mirror his pose and screw my face to one side to mock him.

If he won’t give me a sexy present, he might spank me. That counts as a win. The brat pack council agrees on that point unanimously.

He sweeps his vision up and down my body, then licks his lips. After taking another second to deliberate, he reaches for his belt buckle.

Throwing my hands in front of me, I back up a step. The backs of my legs brush the edge of the bed. “Hold on, now.Whoa, horsey.”

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