Festive Seduction: The Holiday Engagement Series Read Free

in its ability to remain tight around her body. He’d have to remember that for later. She bent forward, stretching to reach the back of the armchair.
    It would strain her arms more, but Jade had worked on her upper body strength the last few weeks in preparation for some of the more advanced snowmobile courses they’d be doing after Christmas. She could do with a little pre-game exercise.
    He had noted her lack of protest about the activity he’d picked out to fill the rest of their vacation. They’d talked for a while during the summer about skipping the winter season, but when it came down to it, he couldn’t. The call of the slopes was too great. He’d expected a gentle suggestion to do something else, but it never came. Her silent vote of confidence in his physical ability was the only thing that had gotten him to put the down payment on the adventure deal.
    The lights wrapped around Jade flickered once, twice and began a hurried dance of multi-colored festivity. Reds, greens, blues and golds melded together, coasting over her skin. It made the geisha tattoo swooping up her back appear as if she were dancing to a song only she could hear.
    “Power’s back on.” He dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades as the bathroom light flicked on. He was tempted for a moment to pull her panties down and fuck her bent over the chair. She’d like that, but he didn’t want a quick orgasm. Not tonight. He wanted to make her yearn for it.
    Jade shivered and tossed her head back. “Thank goodness. Now Mom can’t insist Dad come to get us.”
    “I could always call her.” Philip kissed a line down her spine, grinning as she groaned.
    “You wouldn’t.”
    “I might.” He traced the line of her panties, where thigh met the pelvis, and followed it back. He grasped the hem and pulled the panties up once more, exposing more of her curvatious bottom.
    Jade rocked forward and lifted her bottom.
    “You are a cruel, cruel man, Philip Weatherby.”
    “Sometimes.”
    But only when he knew she’d thank him for it. A woman like Jade deserved all the love and adoration a man could give. Even then, he was barely worthy of her, though he was trying each and every day.
    He took a step back, bracing his weight on his prosthetic and swung the hairbrush. The flat side cracked against the curve of her ass. Jade rocked forward on the balls of her feet and howled.
    “I wasn’t ready for that.” She gasped, silent laughter shaking her. Philip loved her playfulness, that even the hard aspects of BDSM, the exchange of power, was done with a smile and a laugh.
    Philip stroked the place he’d struck. “Not my fault. I think we need some Christmas cheer. Sing Jingle Bells for me.”
    “What?” She twisted to glance over her shoulder at him, eyes gone round, her mouth hanging open.
    Jade was a unique woman, all spit-fire and girlish grace. She could be climbing the face of a mountain one moment, and painting her toes the second. He loved the contradictions of her personality, how she considered herself as a tomboy, but all he saw was the woman who’d stolen his heart.
    “Sing Jingle Bells.” Philip slapped the brush across the other side of her bottom to even out the red splotch rising on her skin. He grasped the round globe, giving it a bit of a squeeze before letting it go.
    “Oh, fuck me.” She grunted as he delivered a harder blow across both cheeks. “Kinky bells, kinky bells, kink all the—ow—way.”
    “That’s not how it starts.” He popped her in time to the song, or at least as close to it as he could. She wiggled in place, hampered by her holiday hobbles.
    “Crap, crap, crap. Oh! Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh.” He could hear her nails scrape over the chair’s corduroy fabric as she struggled to find purchase.
    Philip swatted the backs of either thigh. This might be one of his best ideas yet. He began to hum along to the tune, enjoying her embellishments. The little gasps and grunts as he