Page 37 of The Bright Side of Christmas
I’m going to strip her out of her sweet little outfit and kiss every inch of her body, make her feel so fucking good until she forgets about everything and everyone. She forgets about responsibilities and promises and favors, only focusing on what she wants, what feels good, and the pleasure I can bring her.
More importantly, I’m going to make her beg for each and every touch until it’s deeply ingrained in her mind that she has to ask for what she wants, that she has to speak up for herself.
That’s my plan—that is, until her lips purse and her eyes squeeze shut as she fights back a yawn.
With it, my plan changes instantly.
“We’re going home.”
Those bright blue eyes go wide with panic and confusion. “What?”
“I’m taking you home. I’m going to get you out of here before you agree to more insane things that will eat at the very few hours you let yourself have to yourself, and you’re going to get to bed at a reasonable fucking hour.” I step back, reaching for her hand to move her, but her feet stay cemented where they are, her jaw adorably tight. Instead of her dazed, turned-on look or her sweet, tired one, I realize I have stubborn Wren on my hands once again.
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re exhausted, Wren. If I’m kissing you the way I just did and you’re responding the way you just did, and you’re yawning after it, something is very wrong. You’re going home, and you’re going to bed.”
“Maybe it just wasn’t that good,” she says, looking at me with all the attitude she can muster.
“Feel free to tell yourself that, Wren, but we both know the truth. Now come on. We’re going home.”
“I am an adult, Adam. I don’t need you telling me when my bedtime is or that I need to go home.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and despite myself, my irritation starts to grow. She so badly wants to prove herself, but she’s missing the most important part: taking care ofWren.
“Then act like one and take care of yourself. You keep this up, you’re going to send yourself into an early grave.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“You almost fell off a ladder the other day,” I remind her.
“That wasn’t because I was tired. It was because it was icy and cold.”
I stare at her, trying to make her see that she’s simply proving my point. “Just another situation where you weren’t worried about your health or safety.”
She rolls her eyes, and the movement goes straight to my cock. I reduce the space between us once more and pin her to the wall.
“Roll your eyes like that again, and I’m putting you over my knee and spanking your ass until you listen to me.”
With my words, I expect a tight jaw.
I expect a flare of anger or some angry response.
Instead, her lips part.
A sharp little inhale comes from her lips.
Her eyes widen in shock.
And then they light up with heat.
Fuck.
My little birdie likes the idea of that, even if she would never admit it.
“Now, you’re going to follow me out into the bar, and you’re going to say goodbye to our friends. Then you’re going to get into your car and drive home, and I’m going to tail you, making sure you don’t get into a wreck on the three-mile drive home. Then I’m going to watch you walk into your house, turn off all the lights, and go the fuck to sleep.”
A small pink tongue dips out of her mouth, wetting her lips, and I watch it with fascination.
