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“Not a chance—at least not until we get to our bedroom where I can strip you out of your clothes without worrying about you freezing to death.”

“Hmmm…. strip me down, huh? What else are you going to do? Drag me across the room by my hair like the caveman I know you to be?”

“Possibly. There may be handcuffs and a paddle, too, if you keep calling me names,” I teased.

She flashed me a devilish smile.

“I’ll take all of the above, please.”

12

Krystina

As Alexander and I made our way back to the house, the sexual tension was palpable. Eventually, he put me down so we could walk at a more hurried pace. Rather than casually strolling like we had when we initially walked down to the pond, we nearly ran back to the house. It was as if neither of us could wait to be naked in each other’s arms and were fighting the urge to sprint. I regretted not taking a golf cart, one of the many recreational vehicles kept in the garages. While the path to the pond was easily walkable, the other thirty-six acres of land wasn’t as easy to navigate, so golf carts and ATVs were often used to get around. If we’d taken one down to the pond today, we would have made it back to the house so much faster.

When we finally made our way around to the front entrance to the house, I could see that the automatic timers had lit the Christmas tree in the center of the foyer, as well as the lighted garland draped over the front door and exterior windows. The house had a festive glow, but I was feeling anything but festive at the moment. I was only focused on one thing—Alexander. My body hummed with anticipation. No matter what he did, my husband never failed to make me feel electric.

Once inside, Alexander slammed the front door closed unnecessarily hard, then spun to push me roughly against the back of it. His whisper of a smile made my heart skip a beat, and then all at once, his hands were everywhere. Within seconds, he had shed all the winter gear from my body until I was down to my long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans.

My hands flung up to grip the wavy strands of his nearly jet-black hair, needing to pull him closer. I was desperate. It was as if I couldn’t get enough. And for me—I would never feel like I’d had enough of this man.

Grabbing my right leg, he brought it up to scissor around his hip, then captured my mouth in a frenzy of gasps. Our hungry tongues collided at a feverish pace as he pressed his groin against me. I moaned from the friction he created against my pulsing heat. I was already lost in him, and I never wanted to find my way back.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I want you naked and kneeling.”

My body quivered from the sound of his voice, itching to obey.

“I’ll need a minute to freshen up.”

“Be quick about it. No more than fifteen minutes.”

“Okay. Then where do you want me? Bedroom or the playroom?” I asked breathily, hoping for the latter.

With a shake of his finger, he tsked at me.

“Don’t push me, angel. You know my answer will be the bedroom. I’ll meet you there momentarily.”

I nodded, brushing off the disappointment that we still weren’t going to the playroom, then hurried up the grand staircase to get ready for my insatiable husband. Moving quickly to the bathroom, I stripped down and stepped into our large glass shower to give my legs and lady parts a quick shave. I hadn’t shaved that morning, and if there was one thing Alexander loved, it was smooth skin.

After making quick work in the shower, I slathered on a light-scented lotion and was kneeling at the foot of our four-poster bed in record time. It wasn’t the same bed that we shared at the penthouse. That one, with its metal framework and hidden saltire cross, had been relegated to the playroom. It was a decision Alexander and I had made when we decided to start a family, thinking it was best to keep the more obvious kink out of plain sight.

However, that didn’t mean that the bed sitting in the middle of our bedroom was ordinary. Oh, no. My husband made sure our new bed was fashioned to his liking—and that included several clandestine loops on the underside so he could easily tie me up good and tight. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was on the menu tonight.

My heart pounded in anticipation as I waited in the dimly lit room for him to arrive. Naked and on my knees, the suspense that came from having to wait was an intoxicating turn-on. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed—minutes or an hour—but when Alexander finally entered the bedroom, I was dripping with arousal.

I peered at him through lowered lids. He was completely naked, a six feet tall package of male perfection stalking toward me like a predator pursuing his prey. The power of his lean, muscular body was unmistakable. He stopped three feet before me, taking the time to drink in every inch of my body. He circled the place where I knelt, and dark energy hummed in the air.

“What should I do with you, Mrs. Stone?”

His voice was firm and controlled, but I kept my head down and didn’t answer, knowing he didn’t need one. Right now, all I needed to do was wait for instruction. While we’d had plenty of vanilla sex over the years, domination was what Alexander craved above anything else—and I was more than happy to give it to him. My body was always his for the taking. All he had to do was tell me to be naked and kneeling for me to know he needed my submission. Tonight, I was here at his pleasure. Nothing more.

He stopped behind me and bent to trace a finger from the base of my neck down my spine. Stopping when he reached the crack of my ass, he pulled back, then gave the top of my right cheek a sharp slap. I hissed in a breath from the unexpected sting, but I didn’t move. This was only the beginning.

Moving back around to my front, he hauled me to my feet. Splaying his fingers around the back of my head, he gripped the roots of my hair while the other hand kept a firm hold on my jaw. Tilting my head back, he forced my gaze to meet his, then pressed his mouth on mine.

He played for a while, nipping and sucking on my bottom lip before drawing it in between his teeth. He bit down hard, his action meant to cause pain, but not so hard that he’d draw blood. Then, when he’d had his fill, he plunged his tongue into my mouth to take more of what he desired.

Our kiss was wild, mashing at a frenzied pace—attacking, thrusting, tasting, devouring until I began to feel the vibration of his moans against my lips. The sound of his pleasure propelled me to a euphoric state of lust. And when he finally tore his mouth from mine, intense smoldering blue eyes met mine.

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