A Very Wicked Christmas by Shayla Black

Author:Shayla Black [Black, Shayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shelley Bradley LLC

After a beautiful Christmas day full of presents, family, food, laughter, and the comforts of home, Brice and Lacey didn’t balk at all about an early bedtime. After a snack and a bath, they both crashed. Morgan looked at the clock. Just after seven p.m.

She turned to her husband. “They went down early.”

“They did. Now that we’re alone, I hope you have enough energy to go all night. That’s how long I intend to make love to you. Wait in our room, naked and kneeling on our bed.”

She gasped and forgot how to breathe. “Now? Don’t you have to work tonight?”

“Deke is taking over the op until morning. I’ll relieve him at the office then. Anything else?”

His tone subtly warned she better not have any more rebuttals, but Morgan couldn’t be silent. “I need another hour in the craft room. I was making—”

“I know what you were doing. I found you using your sewing machine as a pillow this morning.” Disapproval tightened Jack’s face.

So she hadn’t actually made her way to the bed. Morgan winced. She hated that her surprise was spoiled but she knew his expression would translate into the kind of delicious discipline that would leave her humming and sore for days. “I can finish it quickly.”

He shook his head. “No, you won’t be going anywhere near that craft table tonight. I gave you an order.”

“But I wanted to be your Christmas angel. I wanted to look good for you.” Didn’t he understand?

“You’re my angel every day and you always look good as far as I’m concerned. I haven’t done a good job of showing you that lately, but you don’t need to look like a Victoria’s Secret model to make me want you. I’m so fucking hungry for you right”—he grabbed her left hip—“this”—he grabbed her right hip with his other hand—“instant. You have ten minutes, then I’ll expect you naked and kneeling on our bed, waiting for me to give you everything you deserve. Do you understand?”

How could she argue with that? “Yes, Sir.”

When he smiled, she turned toward their master suite. He gave her a playful swat on the butt as he followed her. And as she stepped into the bathroom, his hands roamed all over her. “Jack…”

“You can’t blame a man for wanting his gorgeous wife. I’m impatient to remind you how much I love and want you.”

Then he disappeared.

Morgan hurriedly shaved everything in a shallow tub with economical strokes, then jumped out with just enough time to refresh her lipstick and give her hair a little tousle.

With less than thirty seconds to spare, she hustled to the bed, sank to her knees on the foamy mattress, and pressed her palm into her clenching stomach, looking for calm. Jack Cole got to her in a way no man ever had and no man ever would. The fact that he wanted to show her how much he still loved and desired her made Morgan’s heart sing.

“Right on time.” He strolled into the room wearing black sweatpants—and nothing else.

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