Page 20 of His Christmas Wife

He was studying her, but his grin was wolfish with triumph. “Unless you’d like to stop? In which case, use your safe word.”

“No.” She shook her head. At any other time, she might. The orgasm had satiated her, and she wondered if she’d even enjoy it if they continued. Yet she wanted to see. “Green.”

He moved to stand behind her. Then once again, he caressed her buttocks before blazing the leather beneath them. Searing her skin with the raised letters?

“Nine more.”

Was that all?

But the way he delivered each, with the full force of his powerfully muscular arm, ten was more than enough.

If he had continued, she might have needed her slow word, but he’d read her perfectly and knew exactly how much she could take.

“Now…” The same way he’d begun, Frost finished her off, with a hand spanking, then by rubbing her skin hard, then with increasingly soft and sensual strokes.

Kaylee was lost. She’d never been with a Top as skilled as he was.

By the time he was finished, her body was limp and dotted with perspiration.

“Let’s get you down from there.”

She was hardly aware of what he was doing, but moments later, she was detached from the hook and uncuffed. Then he gently rubbed her shoulders and upper arms before scooping her from the floor and carrying her to the chair.

“This isn’t necessary.”

“We disagree on that.”

Kaylee had never been the kind of bottom who wanted aftercare. Instead she preferred to bask in endorphins and pleasure on her own terms. But since he’d given her a delicious climax, she was a little weak. Why else would she be content to curl against him?

By slow measures, reality returned, and she pressed her palm to Frost’s strong chest, easing herself back from his body. “Thank you.” Those words weren’t just polite; they were heartfelt. She’d needed this more than she’d known, but that he’d been the man—the Top—to give it to her made her reel.

“My pleasure, Ms. Robbins.”

He helped her to stand and grasped her shoulders in his firm grip until she found her balance.

“Are you okay?”

“Maybe a little woozy still.”

He grinned as if she had given him the biggest compliment ever. “I’ll remove the electrical tape.”

“That’s not necessary. I can—”

“It wasn’t a request.”

His tone, combined with the throbbing in his temple, she recognized. If she had the energy, she’d argue with him. But since he’d left her ragged, she clamped her mouth shut.

After standing, he exerted the right amount of pressure to pull off the black strips without damaging her skin. Her nipples were swollen, reaching demandingly toward him.

For a moment, it appeared he might brush them with his thumbnails, but instead, he turned to pick up her costume.

While she slipped into her dress and shoes, he packed his bag, then grabbed sanitizing wipes from another side pocket. How many more secrets did the duffel hold?

After cleaning up the space, he offered her the handcuffs and elf hat. “I’ll drive you home.”

“That’s not—”

“Necessary,” he cut in. “Nevertheless we scened. It’s late. You can waste your breath, but I won’t back down. Or you can yield to the inevitable, and we can be on our way. What will it be? Getting home quickly or arguing with me?”

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