Page 60 of His Christmas Temptation

He cropped her pussy, making her release her grip and push off the table. “Sir!”

“Back in position, Abigail.”

Until she settled herself, he continued his relentless assault on her swollen private parts.

A couple of strikes, and her clit was engorged again.

The more swats he gave her, the worse her ache grew.

Suddenly everything stopped.

Confused, she angled her head so she could look at him, and she watched as he placed the crop on the metal tray once more. “Sir?”

“That’s enough for today.”

Enough?

“You may stand.”

Was he seriously going to leave her like this, yearning for completion, for him?

She needed more than a minute to reorient enough to make it back to the chair where she’d sat when they started the scene.

Was he finished with her? Rejecting her? “Have I done something wrong?”

“Wrong?” He scowled ferociously. “How could you think that?”

“You just… We…?” Damn it. Tears stung her eyes.

“You misunderstand.” He crouched in front of her. “I’d like to take you home, Abigail.”

Before she could finish processing what he was saying, he finished. “To my house where we’ll have complete privacy.”

CHAPTERSIX

Maybe scening with the lovely Abigail hadn’t been Hayes’s brightest idea. The connection they shared was playing hell with his intention to avoid all emotional entanglements.

But damn it, she was so sweetly perfect that he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

Across the car’s compartment on the way to his house, he slid her a glance, only to find she was studying him.

From the moment he’d seen her at the club last night, he’d been enchanted. The kiss beneath the mistletoe, combined with the sweetness of her reaction, had mended pieces of his broken heart.

Later, at her apartment, he’d been comfortable. Her space was cozy and inviting, and he hadn’t wanted to leave. Back at his dark, empty house, he’d thought of her. Obsessed over the image of her submitting to him.

Now that she had?

Hayes was doomed.

After he’d given her an orgasm, then spanked her, he’d known their time wasn’t enough. Maybe never would be.

He wanted her beneath him, in his arms. And he’d move the heavens to ensure it happened.

Before he invited her home, tears had filled her eyes.

The thought occurred to him that for a moment she thought he was rejecting her. He hated that he’d caused her to doubt herself of him, and he wanted to banish the haunted look from her luminous blue eyes and never hurt her again.

“Do you mind if we listen to Christmas music? I know you prefer jazz or instrumental.”

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