November 21, 2016 by Evelyn Summers
“Bend over and lift your skirt. I’m going to show you what it’s like to spend Christmas on the naughty list…”
Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your usual bad boy billionaire. I’m actually a nice guy. A very nice guy who also enjoys turning a woman over my knee and spanking her ass until she begs for mercy—AKA a good, hard, hold-her-down-and-teach-her-who’s-boss f*ck.
I’m a gentleman in the boardroom and a Dominant in the bedroom. I’ve also been secretly in love with my sweet, sexy, too-innocent-for-her-own-good executive assistant, Jane, for the better part of two years.
But like I said, I’m a gentleman. Any woman on my staff is strictly off limits.
Until the night I’m snowed in at the office with Jane…
The same night I discover she’s a submissive looking for a teacher…
The night I decide to make her mine…
“Are you ready to be possessed? If so, get on your knees, beautiful. The game is about to begin. Tonight, you’re mine.”
WARNING: This red hot holiday read contains spanking, dirty talk, and a Dominant alpha male who will melt your panties off—he doesn’t care how cold it is outside. Hotness level—five hot toddies, four roaring fires, three turtleneck sweaters, two chestnuts roasting, and a spanking with a switch from that old pear tree.
God, I want her to be mine.
I want everything I’ve denied us both for the past four years. I want her pleasure and her pain and her submission and her orgasms. All of her orgasms. Every single one.
I want to make her come until she doesn’t think she can take anymore, and then I want to keep fucking her until she falls apart in my arms. I want Jane lying on my chest, weeping and ravaged and pleasured half to death, and then I want to put her back together again, kiss by kiss. I want to devour her, resurrect her, and consume her all over again. I want to memorize every inch of her skin, every sound she makes, every flicker in her warm brown eyes as I teach her how incredible the game can make her feel.
Now that I know she’s a submissive, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner—didn’t see that her past relationships failed not only because the men were unworthy, but because Jane needs more than a standing date night and a serviceable Friday night screw to be happy.
She needs to kneel at someone’s feet, and those feet should be mine. Now, and for the foreseeable future.