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197 pages, Paperback
First published November 16, 2015







A knock at the door cut her off, and a melodic male voice on the other side called, “Room service.” She froze. Long eyelids lifted and trapped him in a universe of soft, dark velvet. Fuck it, he’d forgotten about their dinner. And now there they sat, Chelsea poised to come any second, and his cock pounding in anticipation.
Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her underwear. “Do me a favor and get that.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You want me to answer the door?”
“I’m in no condition to greet room service. I nominate you.”He rolled his hips, reminding her of his situation. Gauging by the way her breath hitched, his reminder struck a chord, but she made no move to get up.
“I don’t think you really want me to do that.”
The knock at the door sounded again. “One minute,”he called, never taking his eyes off her face. “Why?”
“You can’t be sure which side of the door I’ll end up on.”
Her assertion made him smile. How long had it been since he’d chased something besides a deal? Too long, and a primitive part of him appreciated the challenge, even though another equally primitive part would be in a world of hurt if she actually followed through on the threat.
“You’ll stay. Not just because you want this as much as I do”—to underscore the point he dipped his fingers into his rum and Coke once more, and then slid them along the warm flesh of her inner thigh, and lightly over the damp panel of her panties—“but because if you walk out the door tonight, the next time you spread your gorgeous legs for me, I won’t be such a gentleman. We’ll play by my rules.”
”David Gandy Naked Santa.”
"I've got a present for Santa and it's not safe for work."
Hello, Santa just spanked you.