Page 17 of His Christmas Wife

She pursed her lips. Wasn’t that why he’d asked? Or was it just another of his diabolical tactics? “Yes.”

“We’ll begin with a hand spanking.”

How long had it been since she’d experienced one of those? “Yes.”

“And would you like to have an orgasm?”

His question threatened to strangle her, leaving her breathless.

“I…” Typically that wasn’t something she expected from a Top.

“Would you enjoy that?”

She didn’t need to answer at all, let alone honestly. Yet he looked at her so intently that she was compelled to respond. “I haven’t been to the club for a long time.” And when she got home from work at the end of the day, she was often too tired to take matters into her own hands.

“It’s up to you. But I’d like to know if you’re against it because I will never take advantage of you being in an altered state of mind.”

The suggestion sent her thoughts into a tailspin.

“To be clear, I’d be taking care of your needs, and I’d expect nothing in return.” His icy eyes had darkened to flint, and heat simmered there. “Are you against it?”

“No.” Desperate to sever his hold on her, she turned her head and glanced at the side wall.

Very gently, he placed a finger beneath her chin and guided her to meet his gaze. “It will always be your choice. You’d have to ask for it.”

That was so unlikely that it seemed impossible.

“Would you like to remove your dress?”

She was tempted to leave it on, but working around the costume would be ridiculous. “Makes sense.”

Her boss plucked the hat with its massive white bobble from her head and placed it on the table while she bent to remove the elf shoes.

Instead of just watching her, he tucked them beneath the chair before folding his arms across his impossibly wide chest.

At work she was so focused on her dislike of him that she never noticed how devastating he was. That thought was quickly replaced by another. Thank God she hadn’t paid attention. Working with him would have proven doubly difficult.

Now, squeezing her eyes shut, she reached for the hem of her skirt and drew it over her head.

When she managed to gather the courage to look at him, he was in exactly the same spot, taking her in.

As he extended his hand to accept the garment, her heart skipped over its next beat.

Carefully he draped the outfit over the back of a chair.

She struggled to resist the temptation to cover herself. Instead, she stood there in her shelf bra and tight-fitting boy shorts.Lord help me.Was this really happening?

And even worse, she didn’t want to stop it.

“Why, Ms. Robbins. You’ve been hiding all this from me?”

It never occurred to her that he would like her soft curves, but there was no doubting the approval in his gaze.

As her cheeks heated, he lowered the hook from the ceiling and cast a glance at her, as if judging her height.

“Come to me, tempting sub.”

His soft endearment melted her.

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