Page 12 of His Christmas Wife

Kaylee blinked rapidly.

“How many children do you want?”

Since her breakup with Dwayne, she’d shelved that dream. Frost’s casual reminder of what she’d lost stung, and she self-protectively wrapped her arms around herself.

“Four for me. But I’d be open to compromise if my wife wanted more.”

More?

The thought of having Frost’s baby darted into her mind, lingering for a moment before she could banish it.What the hell is wrong with me?She didn’t even like him, and she was doing her best to get away from him.

“We need shared experiences to reminisce about.”

“During our Monday morning planning meeting, we can come up with a few stories. I’ll add a line item to our agenda.”

He shook his head. “That will lack details and the nuance we need. Gran will figure that out.”

Much as Kaylee hated to admit it—even to herself—he had a point.

“Since the dinner is only a few days away, we need to make the most of what little time we have. Let’s scene tonight and then spend tomorrow together.”

Once again, the confounding bosshole had outmaneuvered her. She should have asked for more than seventy hours of pay. Right now, it didn’t seem like nearly enough.

“Tell me what you were hoping to do tonight.”

“Nothing.” At the fib, her face heated.

“Is that right? You came to the Quarter, dressed like this…” Slowly, excruciatingly, he swept his gaze over her, from the shoes with their ridiculous upturned toes, to her bare legs, torso, then her face.

Approval radiated from his gaze, flooding her with awareness.

“And since you were given a fairly prominent role in tonight’s festivities, it’s certainly not your first visit to the club.”

How she hadn’t run into him before, she had no idea.

“You brought a gift.” He glanced at the small package she held. “Handcuffs? So I’m guessing you like restraints.” Frost didn’t wait for an answer. “And I happen to enjoy tying down beautiful submissives.”

Her knees wobbled as all thoughts of playing with Master Denton were shoved to the side. A wicked image of herself, bent over Frost’s desk, assailed her. She’d be gripping the far side, the cuffs securing her wrists together as he raised her skirt to give her the kind of spanking she craved.

Considering her, he tipped his head to the side. “You were planning to scene.”

His words were more a statement than a question, and they provided her with the perfect opportunity to escape him. All she had to do was say no and walk away. What was wrong with her that she was still in the same spot?

“It’s been a while since I played, and I’ve missed it.”

His admission, one of the first insights she’d had into his life, shook a little, making him seem even more human than he had earlier. But she responded in the most obvious way. “It’s because we work too much.”

“Agree. And as such, we both need the release.” He leaned in a little closer, until he filled her vision and the scent of him wrapped around her.

“You know about safe words.”

His voice was graveled, unbelievably sexy, sending tingles down her spine. Slowly she nodded.

“You can trust me.”

Can I?This was about much more than physical safety, which the club took seriously. If he crossed any lines, Tore and Aviana would have him outside on the curb in an instant.

For Kaylee, this was as much mental as it was emotional. If she took this step with him, there’d be no going back. Baring her bottom to her boss and allowing him to dominate her promised to be the worst decision she’d ever made, yet temptation beckoned.

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