Page 67 of His Christmas Temptation

She continued on, swirling her tongue around his cockhead and then sucking him into her mouth.

“Good God, sub.” His knees threatened to buckle. Next time, he’d be certain to sit first.Next time?Where the hell had that thought come from? Was he finally able to think about the future?

No doubt deliberately tormenting him in retaliation for his orgasm denial, she took her time. “It’s a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“Is it, Sir?”

The more time they spent together, the more he realized how complex she was. Intriguing. Captivating.

“Take me, Sir?”

Not quite yet. “I want you on the dining room table.”

“I…” She blinked, so confused it was adorable.

“To start with.” At the Quarter, he’d been aware of the rules. And there were things he didn’t want to do to her in public. “Get a move on.”

She scrambled up to follow his order.

When they were in the adjoining room, he grinned. “You’ll need to finish undressing.”

Quickly she removed her remaining clothing. Standing there naked, she pulled back her shoulders.

He appreciated that she was so much more confident than she’d been earlier. “I will never tire of looking at your beautiful body.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, on the table.” He pulled back a chair to make a space for her. “Face up.”

“You didn’t get enough earlier, Sir?”

He shook his head. “And this time, my charming little submissive, my body will be your stirrups.”

She sucked in a sharp, sensual breath, and her eyes widened. Damn, her face was so beautifully expressive. He wondered if she was capable of hiding her emotions.

Hayes hoped not.

Abigail was such a refreshing contrast to the woman who’d smiled as she lied to his face and walked out the door to fuck another man.

“Scoot closer to me.” When she did, he knelt in front of her and removed his ring. “Place your legs over my shoulders.”

She wiggled herself into position, and he inhaled her sexy, musky scent. In primal response, his cock throbbed.

Her pussy glistened, and he appreciated that she was turned on before he’d even touched her. “You can prop yourself up on your elbows if you’d like.” In fact, he wouldn’t mind looking at her face as she came.

The way she bit her lower lip in anticipation compounded his need to bury himself deep inside her heat.

This time, with not even a scrap of silk separating them, he devoured her the way he’d wanted to earlier: tasting, licking, sucking, nibbling, and sliding two fingers inside her while he did.

“God. Master Hayes.”

He’d never grow weary of hearing her moan his name.

“This is…”

Showing no quarter, he continued.

“Oh, oh!Oh…”

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