Page 15 of His Christmas Wife

Another small smile flirted with his lips. This version of him was oh-so-tempting.

“You can’t stay ten feet away from me at Gran’s.”

Telling herself he was making sense, she closed the distance between them, almost tripping over the upturned toes of her silly elf shoes.

When they stood inches apart, with him towering over her, her pulse galloped.

He offered his arm for her to roll back the sleeve.

After placing her unopened Christmas present on the desk, she avoided making eye contact with him, and instead focused on her task. But the instant her fingers glanced off his skin, electricity sizzled through her.

Surprised, she looked up. Had he experienced that too?

For a moment, neither of them breathed.

Then he spoke. “Keep going.” His tone was clipped and gruffer than even a minute before.

As quickly as possible, she did as he’d requested—ordered?—then stepped back.

“Now unpack my bag.”

“Why?” She blinked.

“I want every part of you to be engaged in this scene.”

Then, instead of saying anything further, he waited for her to do as he said.

The man next to her was no longer the jovial Santa he’d pretended to be. In his place was a badass, alpha Dominant.

Frost’s words and actions melded together, triggering a deep longing inside her. She wanted to escape her life, yearned to submit, if only for an hour.

Her fingers trembled as she unzipped the duffel with its unusual logo on the side—some sort of owl, maybe?

As she stared at the contents, her eyes widened. Were his toys a reflection of his preferences?

“Now place the contents on the desk.”

Her hands shook as she followed his order.

In her normal, precise manner, she laid out a small red suede flogger with thick strands, a tawse, a single-tail whip that scared the daylights out of her, and then a pink leather paddle with raised letters spelling out PRINCESS.

Not wanting to play with a toy that belonged to someone else, she looked at him. “I’m curious about this.”

“I bought it at a recent vendor fair. It’s unused.”

Reassured, she released a small breath.

“It’s how I feel about any bottom I engage with.”

His statement brought up a million questions for her. What kind of relationships had Frost had? Did D/s extend into his personal life? And had he ever collared a sub?

Even though she told herself it was none of her business and that the answers didn’t matter—after all, she and Frost meant nothing to each other—she couldn’t chase away the demanding thoughts.

After blinking to clear her mind, she returned to his duffel and pulled out a long, leather-wrapped cylinder with a tongue-like piece of rigid leather at the end. “I’ve never seen one of these.”

“It’s a dragon’s tail. Capable of being placed in very precise areas.”

She didn’t even want to imagine.

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