Page 96 of His Christmas Temptation

“You brought a gift.” He glanced at the small package she held. “Handcuffs? So I’m guessing you like restraints.” Frost didn’t wait for an answer. “And I happen to enjoy tying down beautiful submissives.”

Her knees wobbled as all thoughts of playing with Master Denton were shoved to the side. A wicked image of herself, bent over Frost’s desk, assailed her. She’d be gripping the far side, the cuffs securing her wrists together as he raised her skirt to give her the kind of spanking she craved.

Considering her, he tipped his head to the side. “You were planning to scene.”

His words were more a statement than a question, and they provided her with the perfect opportunity to escape him. All she had to do was say no and walk away. What was wrong with her that she was still in the same spot?

“It’s been a while since I played, and I’ve missed it.”

His admission, one of the first insights she’d had into his life, shook a little, making him seem even more human than he had earlier. But she responded in the most obvious way. “It’s because we work too much.”

“Agree. And as such, we both need the release.” He leaned in a little closer, until he filled her vision and the scent of him wrapped around her.

“You know about safe words.”

His voice was graveled, unbelievably sexy, sending tingles down her spine. Slowly she nodded.

“You can trust me.”

Can I?This was about much more than physical safety, which the club took seriously. If he crossed any lines, Tore and Aviana would have him outside on the curb in an instant.

For Kaylee, this was as much mental as it was emotional. If she took this step with him, there’d be no going back. Baring her bottom to her boss and allowing him to dominate her promised to be the worst decision she’d ever made, yet temptation beckoned.

“Back to my earlier question. What were you hoping to do this evening?”

The knife-edge between sanity and risk was thin, and she teetered on it.

“Ms. Robbins?”

Kaylee gave herself a mental shake. She couldn’t seriously be contemplating asking her fake fiancé to spank her. Still, she couldn’t help but answer. “I’m not into a lot of pain.”

“So it’s about the sensuality?”

On his tongue, the word was as husky as it was beautiful.

“You like to explore the mental aspects of a scene? Surrender and reward? Dominance and submission?”

All of that. Her heart leaped. Even though she’d played with several Tops, she’d never been able to articulate what she wanted that clearly. How was he so able to read her?

“Am I close?”

Trembling, she admitted the truth to both of them. “Yes.”

“I’d like to give you that. If you’re willing.”

With patience she hadn’t seen from him before, he waited for her answer. Her entire body hummed, as much from the way he regarded her as from the way his suggestion wrapped her in anticipation. “In that case…”Am I really going to do this?A burst of adrenaline surged through her, making her tremble. Then, for courage, she drew a breath. “Yes.”

“I’m delighted.” He smiled. “Now tell me your safe word?”

Though her pulse raced, negotiation provided familiar ground that helped soothe her nerves. “Red.”

“And for slow?”

“Yellow.”

“Where would you like to play?Rue Sensuelle?The dungeon? A private room?”

Definitely not the last. And the club itself was rather exposed. Kinky Avenue, asRue Sensuellewas called by longtime members of the Quarter, provided specialized theme rooms, and it was separate from the dungeon, keeping them away from prying eyes. “Could we walk around a bit while I decide?”

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