Page 41 of His Christmas Wife

He lifted her left hand and slid the exquisite piece onto her finger. The ring was perfect, proving her decision had been the right one.

For a moment she stared at her hand before looking up and meeting his gaze. “I can’t believe how…”

She seemed to struggle for words, and he understood all too well.Meant to be.

Years ago, he’d proposed to Greta. Even though he was supposed to spend his life with her, they’d been distant from each other during every part of their wedding planning, as if they’d been pacing through required motions. But with Kaylee, an emotional, possessive arc wrapped around his heart.

“Magnifique.” Isabelle clapped her hands together, and Jean Claude gave a slow nod.

“It is,” Kaylee agreed. “You’re very talented.”

While Jean Claude placed the box in a small gold bag and tied the handle with a red ribbon, Frost took care of the payment with Isabelle.

The total was less than a quarter of the cost of Greta’s ring.

After they all exchanged holiday wishes, Kaylee thanked Isabelle and Jean Claude profusely, saying she appreciated them working on a day off.

He walked outside with Kaylee, and the breeze toyed with a curled lock of her hair. He captured it, then went to tuck it back into place.

Her lips parted, and this time, he could no longer ignore his impulses. He leaned forward, intent on kissing her.

Gaze locked on his, her breath catching, she didn’t resist.

Rising onto her tiptoes, she leaned into him, the diamond winking in the watery sun.

She tasted of promise. Of forever, igniting a possessive urge.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock hardened, pulsing, demanding he mark her as his.

He had to have her, and it had to benow.“Come home with me.”Before I go out of my fucking mind.

“Mr. Frost…” Her cheeks were red. From the wind? Or from the same desire that flooded him?

“You’ll need to see my place. I’m sure Gran will ask you what you think of it.” It was a ridiculous excuse but the only one he could come up with.

“I…”

Had the kiss affected her as powerfully as it had him? “Say yes, Kaylee.”

“You’re demanding.”

“Get used to it.” Because he intended to ask for everything she had to offer, consequence be damned. “Say yes to me.”

CHAPTERSIX

Frost’s soft, undemanding kiss curled Kaylee’s toes and sent desire spiraling through her. His gentleness stood in stark contrast to the ruthless man she knew him to be. More than any other man ever, he knew exactly how to coax a response from her. He gave her a taste of what she wanted and then waited.

And now he’d invited her back to his place. Accepting would be pure madness. Playing with him last night had been a huge mistake. Not because the experience hadn’t been wonderful, but because it had been one of the best of her entire life. Everything from the way he’d talked to her beforehand to the way he checked on her throughout, giving her things that she hadn’t even been aware she craved—including a little harder impact play than usual to an orgasm that had rocked her so intensely it spun her into another world.

His aftercare had been exquisite. And she’d been tempted to stay in his arms for as long as he’d allow. For a wild, impetuous moment, she had wanted him to invite her to go home with him.

But she’d been grateful that her rational mind had asserted itself.

Frost was her boss, and blurring the lines had been a terrible idea.

At home, sleep had eluded her, and she’d had to take a hot bath. When she still tossed and turned, she resorted to masturbating.

Somewhere around two, she’d finally managed some broken rest. She’d woken numerous times, dreaming of him, replaying the scene and imagining ones she still wanted to have.

---