Page 73 of Bragg's Christmas

Liar.

But thanks for the clarity, Damon. I got it. Sex with me is not worth a repeat.

He bites down on my earlobe. “You hear me?”

If he doesn’t want to have sex with me again, he needs to stop pushing my buttons. He knows what biting my earlobe does to me.

Wait. Does he want to have sex again? I’m confused. He did say ‘never again’, didn’t he? Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, Skye runs into the kitchen.

“Daddy!”

Damon steps away to lift his daughter into the air. “Good morning, squirt. How are you this morning? Any plans for the day?”

She giggles. “Today’s the Christmas party, Daddy. Did you forget?”

He tickles her ribs. “Forget? Are you saying your daddy is old and forgetful?”

She squirms and he sets her on her feet.

“Is the table set?” I call over my shoulder. “Breakfast’s ready.”

We settle at the table to eat. I hand Damon his plate and our fingers touch. Electricity zaps through me. Does he feel it? Judging by the heat in his eyes, he does.

Off limits, Love. Off. Limits.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of him now that I know how it feels to have him bring me to climax. I wasn’t kidding when I said a man had never managed the feat before. I didn’t believe a man could.

Damon not only accepted the challenge. He killed it.

No sexy thoughts.Damon already made it clear he doesn’t want a repeat. You can keep your paws off the man.

But did he?

I somehow manage to finish my breakfast without demanding Damon explain himself. It helps that his daughter is sitting next to him. A daughter who’s squirming in her seat.

“Do you need to go potty, Skye?”

She shoves the last bit of eggs in her mouth and her spoon clanks to the ground.

“Skye,” Damon warns. “Nanny Love asked you a question.”

She swallows – thank goodness – before answering. “Yes.”

“You may be excused.” She jumps to her feet. “To go potty. Not to play,” I clarify because lord knows she can ignore her bodily needs when it’s playtime.

I begin to clear the table as Skye runs to the half bath in the hallway.

Damon wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me near.

“What are you doing?” I hiss and push him away.

“Kissing you good morning since you snuck out of my bed.”

“We agreed last night was a one-time thing.”

He cocks a brow. “We did?”

“You said never again.”

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