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Licking a path up my breast, collarbone, to my pounding pulse, he kisses the spot. I meet his lips when he brushes them over mine.

“Here I thought showering together will save us time,” he jokes.

“You make it impossible to focus and keep my hands to myself.”

Switching off the shower, he soaps my body first before doing the same to his. Meanwhile I play with his cock, so tempted to blow him.

Except, his brown eyes narrow in warning.

“I’m not going to make you come so easily when I finally get my mouth on you.”

His lips quirk in a sexy smirk. “Is that a threat?”

“Yes.”

He tips my head back. “Is that how you thank me for the multiple orgasms I gave you, little slave?”

“Well, I wanted to thank you by letting you fuck me,” I retort. “But you’re obviously a masochist.”

“I’ve tortured myself for months,” he says in a rasping tone. “Why not a little longer?”

“Fine.” I pout and shrug. “I’ll take two more orgasms then.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “I’ve created an insatiable brat.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

CHAPTER – 18

Twinkle

“Oh, should I get them wine too?” I ask Kingston, while perusing the wine collection. “Which one do they like?”

“Woman,” he sighs and grabs my elbow before I can pick a bottle off the shelf. “You’ve already spent too much.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“So, these four bags I’m holding don’t belong to you?”

I sheepishly eye the bags he insisted on holding. “Oh, come on, they aren’t too much.”

“You got my nana a cashmere scarf, an antique crystal dinnerware, and my grandpa two of his favorite classic books.”

“You said they’d love them.”

“Of course, they will,” he says, staring down at me like I’m being too adorable. “But I was giving you options, not a list. Now you want to get them wine.”

“It’s Christmas, King,” I argue like he’s being silly. “Don’t be a Grinch.”

His lips twitch and he shakes his head, resigned to my stubbornness. “I’m regretting helping you shop for my grandparents.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d buy everything I mentioned they’d love.”

“There’s no such thing as too many presents.”

A smug glint darkens his gaze and he replies, “You do realize you gave me the perfect opening to spoil you with gifts too?”

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