Page 56 of His Christmas Wife

She hadn’t either. But now that she’d started to play with him, she didn’t want to stop.

He helped her from the bench, holding onto her until she was steady on her feet. “Next time, if you want, we can increase the intensity.”

For now, it had been perfect.

“Lead the way into the bedroom. I want to see your hips swing, and I want to admire my handiwork on your ass.”

Once they were in his suite, she helped to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt, then removing owl-shaped cuff links that winked in the overhead light. Once he took off his shoes and socks, she opened his belt and lowered his zipper.

When he stepped out of his trousers, she drank in the sight of his entire, spectacular body. Every muscle and sinew could have been carved from iron.

Her breath caught. He was…magnificent—restrained strength and intention.

Then, cock jutting impressively, he strode to the bathroom and returned with a small, square packet. “Put this on me.”

She nodded.

“First, you’ll kneel for me.”

Hyperaware his actions and words meant they were still in a scene, she did as he said, then looked up at him. “May I…”

“Yes.”

Tenderly she cupped his testicles. Then she took his cock in hand, circling it, gently squeezing before bringing her mouth forward to capture a salty droplet of precum.

“Kaylee…” He wrapped her name in sensuality as he groaned.

In this moment, she had the power, and it was intoxicating.

Then she angled her head to suck the tip of him into her mouth, licking, tasting, while simultaneously stroking him.

“Fuck.”He buried his hand in her hair.

Taking that as permission as well as approval, she increased her strokes until his breaths were ragged and only he filled her senses.

She wanted the exquisite satisfaction of having him in her mouth.

But he leaned down to capture her chin. “Enough.”

The darkness in his eyes warned her not to argue with him.

This time, he offered the packet to her. After tearing it open with shaky fingers, she somehow managed to roll the condom down his length.

Once she stood, he folded his arms, overwhelming her.

“Bend over the bed.”

“But why? I was behaving,” she protested as she frowned.

“I like spanking you. And keeping you on edge.”

Would she always be this nervous around him? Or was this because he was naked, and she knew they’d be having sex?

This time he didn’t help her to get situated. Instead he waited, watching.

For long, silent moments nothing happened, and her tension grew.

Then finally he swatted her rear, delivering repeated, sensually sharp strokes that left her whimpering and gasping on the edge of completion.

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