Page 64 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Honest communication, remember?”

“I said I liked it,” she repeated more loudly, then in another muffled groan added, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Aw, darlin’, don’t be,” he murmured as his arms flexed around her. “Lots of women are aroused by a spanking; nothing wrong with that. I was going for a different reaction from a punishment; then again, I went easy this first time.”

Her head came up as her mouth fell open. “That was easy? It hurt, a lot.”

“Spankings usually do. That’s the point, in order to correct unwanted behavior. It’s called negative reinforcement.”

“I know. I took psych 101 in college.” Then something occurred to her. “Does liking to be spanked make me a masochist or something?”

He chuckled.

“Kyle, I’m not kidding.”

“Nor am I. And if that light spanking ‘hurt a lot,’” he added, echoing her words, “I doubt you’re into pain. I laughed because you’re awfully cute post-spanking. Cuddly, soft, and warm, like Lucy.”

Dixie rolled her eyes; being compared to her surly devil cat wasn’t what she considered cute, at all.

“I also liked everything about that,” he said with a gentle smile as his hands rounded her curves.

She bit her lip again. If that was his idea of light, she couldn’t help wondering what a medium or hard spanking would be like, and vowed to try her damnedest to avoid finding out. Easy seemed enough for her, for now.

“What’s going through that gorgeous head?”

“How hot you are when you go all alpha on my ass.”

He shook his head. “Dixie, the truth.”

“Okay, I was thinking… If you can spank me in your car, do you think you can, um, fuck me in it, too?”

She felt flames light up her cheeks—a common occurrence, lately—as his eyes widened. He stared at her for a fleeting moment before his lips tipped up in a sexy grin. “Damn straight I can, baby.”

In a flash, he captured her lips, and rather than starting out slow and soft, as he’d done in the past, they were instantly demanding. Connected at the mouth, their hands worked between their bodies to free him.

“No condom,” he groaned abruptly, out of frustration.

“I’ve got one in my purse.” Without breaking contact, her arm reached out to the passenger seat, searching blindly until she found her bag. One-handed, she dug through it, deep to the bottom. “Got it,” she said triumphantly as she sat back and held it up between them. It was battered and had lint stuck to the wrapper.

Kyle grunted with obvious disappointment. “That’s seen better days; exactly how long has it been in there?”

“Um, a year, maybe more?”

“Baby…”

Tilting her head, she smiled artfully up at him. “That’s better proof than a lab test that I’m clean, plus I’m on the pill.”

He answered with a grin. “You’ve got nothing to worry about from me. I was tested before I went abroad, and I haven’t been with anyone since my head became preoccupied with a sexy redhead in a little white apron.”

Convinced, she tossed the shabby condom over her shoulder and grinned.

Lips coming together again, they yanked her pants and panties down one leg, thwarted once again by her boots. Even with them bunched around her ankle, it was far enough for him to get the right position, and he drove up inside her. The way he filled her completely was incredible, as was the feel of his big hands clamped around her warm, tender ass as they helped her find a rhythm in the cramped space.

It was a frenzied, fiery joining, and as she felt her climax quickly approaching, she tossed her head back while groaning his name. Kyle’s lips seared a path down her throat to the pulse pounding in the hollow at the base of her neck. As he latched on, surging hard and fast inside her at the same time, she came.

The height of her passion, and his that followed a split second behind her, drained her of all doubt. She loved him, as she had in school and all the years that had followed, although she’d only ever admitted it in her dreams. Now she could shout it to the world, but she didn’t, not quite yet.

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