Page 66 of Catching the Mistletoe

“Does it bother you?”

“No. Absolutely not.” I mean, wow. He totally did not have to go to all that effort for me. Let’s be honest, I probably would have let him have me in the service corridor at the Denver Performing Arts Center. “But now you’ve decided that you’re ready to hand in the assignment.”

“Something like that.”

I pushed my bowl away, suddenly not hungry. Well, hungry for something else, at least.

“We have to go over the ground rules first, though.”

“I know, I know. We do this your way.”

“No, Little Dove. We do this your way.”

“Oh.” Scoop me up right the fuck now because I just turned into a pile of goo. But then I frowned. “Well, I don’t really have a way, do I?”

A smile played about his lips. “You’ll figure it out, I’m sure. But it’s as simple as this. Whatever you say, goes. Whatever you want, you get.”

“Whatever I want, huh?”

“Yes.”

Jeez, he was taking this so seriously, which was cute, and also hot, but still. “What if what I want is...” I paused, tapping my fingertip to my lips, adoring the way his eyes lit up as he waited for me to say something outrageous. “For you to dress up like a flamenco dancer and sing opera while I ride you like a pony?”

With a bark of laughter, he said, “You worry me. Although I can’t guarantee my flamenco skills, the rule applies.”

“Good to know. I’m not going to make you do the flamenco, or sing opera, just in case you were genuinely worried.”

His chuckle was deep and rumbly, hitting me square in the belly. “Glad to hear it.”

“But I’d really like to ride you like a pony.”

“Okay, then.”

Jesus.

“Now, I know it’s rehashing, but it’s important. What you say, goes. For anything. You want faster, slower, deeper, whatever. You just lemme know.”

“Right.”

“And you can stop at any time, no matter what.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it. No matter what. If you’re feeling even slightly off about it, you just say the word.” Christ, his eyes were so intense, pinning me in the seat.

“I got it. I can stop at any time. I just have to say the word.”

“Good girl.”

You know that had me shivering as delicious heat oozed down my spine.

“One more thing.”

“Mmm?”

“Protection. I’ve got condoms—”

“No.”

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