Page 33 of Holiday Power Play

“I-I haven’t thought that far…” I say.

Trevor chuckles deep in his chest. “Oh yes, you have, little grinch. Say it. What would you want to happen if you’ve been chased and tied up?”

His eyes hold my gaze so intently I feel like my insides are about to combust. I don’t talk like this. I don’t admit these things to men.

“I’ll help you out,” he says, dropping his hand from my chin and moving behind me. He squats, and I can feel his breath behind my ear as he whispers. “Would you want to be choked?... Spanked?... Fucked?” he says.

My eyes widen, and I swallow hard and croak out a weak, “Yes.”

Still behind me, his hand grabs a hold of my throat. He doesn’t choke me. He just puts a light pressure on it and forces me to look at him.

“You, little grinch… are quite the freak then.” He grins, his eyes bouncing across my features. He’s close enough to kiss.

The front door opens downstairs and slams. “Honey, I’m home,” my brother announces. “And it’s cold as shit out there.”

I scramble to my feet, nearly pushing Trevor down the stairs as I do.

“Where are you guys?” Vance asks, down the hall.

“Upstairs,” I say, a little too squeaky for my liking. I clear my throat, “We found the decorations.”

I look at Trevor who’s slowly rising to his feet and casually sliding his hands back into his pocket, heated eyes watching me.

“Put your shirt on!” I whisper-yell to him.

He looks down at his body. His pants are tented in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to deny what was just happening up here. Then he looks back at me.

“I think I’ll stay like this. But thanks.”

“Oh my god,” I say, grabbing some ornaments from a box and heading down the stairs.

I need to get it together. This is Trevor Sincaid. My brother’s teammate and friend. The neighbor that I can’t stand. And the man who just got me to admit that I might be a little sick in the head when it comes to the intimacy department.

Oh my god! Did I really just admit those things to him?

What if he tells Vance? Or the rest of his team? What if he uses it against me, and I lose my job?

Shit. I shouldn’t ever have fallen for his stupid trap.

I nearly run into my brother once I get down the steep steps.

“Hey!” I laugh nervously.

“Hey,” he says, looking behind me suspiciously. “You good?”

“Yep!” I hold up the small ornament box. “Just gonna go… you know, decorate.”

“Right,” he says. “I got some stuff for soup tonight and dinner tomorrow.”

“Awesome, can’t wait.” I push past him and nearly stumble into the living room.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and try to thaw out,” Vance calls out to me.

I’m already hanging ornaments on the tree when I hear him close a door down the hall.

Phew, that was close. What would’ve happened up there if Vance hadn’t returned just now.

What kind of things would Trevor and I be getting into?

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