Page 108 of His Christmas Temptation

Evan braced one palm on a tile on the far side of the shower stall as the fantasy consumed him.

His movements becoming more frantic, he spilled his hot seed in a long ribbon of cum.

Though his hunger temporarily slackened, thoughts of her refused to go away. Impossibly his cock stayed hard.

Annoyed as hell at his mind’s inability to control his body’s reactions, he ordered Jolly, the whole-house computer, to turn off the hot water entirely.

But even being blasted by an arctic-like chill didn’t tame his raging hard on.

Fuck.

It had been years since he’d been so consumed with thoughts of a woman. And that they were for his pretty assistant pissed him off.

He knew plenty of women who’d be happy to fuck him in exchange for dinner and being photographed with him, but no one except her would do.

Frost twisted the knob, then shucked the water from his body before wrapping a towel around his waist.

He had to focus on something other than getting his dick inside his fake wife. After shaving, he asked Jolly for a time check.

“It’s eight fifteen a.m. Central time, Frosty.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. First Aviana, and now this nonsense nickname from Jolly who’d been designed by the genius himself, Julien Bonds. Bonds always thought he was clever, and this wasn’t the first time the system had come up with something ridiculously cutesy. The man called this particular version of the machine a chief of staff, and its benefits were legendary, but so were the annoying quirks. “Call me that one more time and you’re going to be reprogrammed.”

A loud sigh filled the room.“Again?”

“If you’d remember the name’s Frost, it wouldn’t be necessary.”

“Of course, Frosty.”

Jesus.The only thing saving the morning was the fact he’d be seeing Kaylee soon. “Make me a cup of coffee. Extra hot. Splash of heavy whipping cream.”

“Anything for you, dreamboat.”

On second thought, maybe being called Frosty wasn’t all that bad.

He dressed in his usual weekend wear: slacks, dress shirt with cuff links, running shoes—but definitely not the hideous ones that Bonds represented.

Today Evan added a pair of tight boxers. Keeping his reactions under control around Kaylee was difficult at best, and after last night, it might be impossible.

By the time he jogged down the stairs, the coffee was steaming and waiting. Which was part of the reason he put up with Jolly and Bonds.

“Jennings is scheduled for nine thirty.”

His chauffeur.

“The housekeeping service confirmed their ten o’clock arrival. And your grandmother’s Christmas bouquets will be delivered tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

After a few fortifying sips of the brew—which was perfect—Evan made himself a vile-tasting, but nutrient-packed, protein drink.

“Would you like me to have your grandmother’s Christmas present delivered to your office?”

He thought about it for a moment. “No.”

“Directly to her home?”

“I’ll pick it up.” Which meant a stop at the Maison Sterling sometime in the near future. “Actually call them back and order a second spa package for Kaylee Robbins.”

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