Page 130 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I’m afraid we’re going to be here at least for the night, perhaps longer,” Derek told her matter-of-factly. He’d never believed in sugarcoating things and he wasn’t going to start now. “Apparently, an ice storm hit the pass around five-thirty and the road is already closed. Everyone made it home safe, I called and checked. They made it out before the road was shut down but I’m afraid we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future or at least until the road is safe and passable again.”

She gaped at him, the shock on her face clearly evident as she weighed their situation. “We’re stuck here alone together?” Kendra asked a little shrilly.

“Yes, ma’am, we are,” Derek said.

“Surely if I drive carefully I can…”

“No,” was his rather succinct answer.

“But Derek… we can’t… umm… well…” she began, only to stop with a vivid blush filling her pretty face.

“We certainly can and will for that matter,” he told her in no uncertain terms. Derek had no idea why she was fighting their attraction so hard but it was going to end here in this winter wonderland. Kendra Jacoby was his; she just didn’t know it yet.

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Kendra looked at Derek in horror as he explained their situation. She was stuck, snowbound with a man who had already spanked her twice, made her come then stood her in the corner, and she was so wet her legs would freeze together if she stepped outside.

The situation was inconceivable; how could she spend the night here with this man and avoid having sex with him? Toe curling… body slapping… hard grinding… blind screaming sex… her naughty thoughts sent another gush of fluid to pool in her panties.

This was not good.

“All right?” his deep voice asked from where he sat next to her.

Kendra blinked. “What?”

Derek laughed. “I’ll have to see what I can do to keep your attention focused on me. I said, first we are going to see what we can rummage from the freezer for dinner and then you and I are going to have a little talk.”

Her eyes flew open and it was all she could do not too grab her sore bottom protectively.

“But I didn’t do anything!” she wailed.

He laughed again. “This time talk is code for actually talking, but it’ll keep. Let’s find something to eat.”

Kendra wasn’t at all sure she was going to enjoy this discussion any more than the one they’d had with her over his knee. Then she remembered what else had occurred over his knee and had to stifle a groan.Great, Kendra; at this rate you’ll be naked before you’ve eaten dinner.

His deep voice rumbled again, pulling her from her thoughts… shit, he was talking and once again she had no idea what he’d said. “Ummm… what did you say?”

“Kendra, you’re going to give me a complex,” Derek said with a rueful grin. “I said it’s a good thing Mary always watches out for Dr. Kent, Dr. Davis, and me. There should be several frozen dinners in the freezer.”

“I think she just restocked,” Kendra said with a small smile. Their office manager, Mary Gant, was an older lady who doted on the doctors and had made it her personal mission to see they never missed lunch. “She loves you guys. You completely have her snowed.” Kendra didn’t mention she had never exactly warmed to Mary or that Mary didn’t seem to like her. It could possibly be because Mary was so tight with Serena, who Kendra had developed an almost instant animosity for, and which was returned a hundred fold.

Derek snorted and led the way to the office’s small kitchen. Sure enough, the freezer was stocked with TV dinners, snacks, and a few frozen containers of Tupperware that probably contained something yummy from Mary’s own kitchen.

He immediately pulled out a couple of the Tupperware containers. “Mary’s meatloaf! We will feast like kings.”

Kendra laughed. “What if I don’t want meatloaf?”

“Do you dislike meatloaf? Don’t eat red meat or pork?” he asked curiously.

“No, I love meatloaf… that wasn’t really my point,” she said with a frown.

Derek raised a brow at her. “Meatloaf it is.”

“Hey! What if I want…” she began, only to be interrupted when he held up his palm to stop her.

“I feel we are discussing more than meatloaf; that said, it would be best if you resigned yourself to the fact that I’m in charge,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Kendra started to argue but bit her lip and watched as he turned and popped the first container into the microwave. Curiosity got the best of her and she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “What do you mean, you’re in charge?”

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