Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) by Ruth Cardello Read Free Book Online Page A

Hypothermia will end our game fast.
     
    You’re bold when you text. I like this side of you.
     
    Do you know another side?
     
    I know of you.
     
    In this town, that means you’ve heard nothing good.
     
    You’re not who they say you are. You’re not even who you think you are.
     
    Really? Then who am I?
     
    You’re mine.
     
    Do you know how crazy that sounds? How crazy I feel for doing anything you say when I don’t even know your real name? What am I doing?
     
    You’re learning about yourself, Kate. Discovering what you like.
     
    I know what I like.
     
    Do you?
     
    Well, I know what I don’t. And I’m not doing any of those things, even if you “punish” me.
     
    You always have a choice, Kate. Don’t ever do anything you don’t want to, even to please me.
     
    Naked, Kate crawled beneath the thick blanket atop her bed and turned off the light.
     
    Doesn’t that go against the whole, You’re my Master and I’m your—whatever they call the women they boss around.
     
    They call them subs. And I don’t live by anyone else’s rules, Kate. I make my own. Fantasy and sex are a powerful combination. I’m in control because you want me to be. This isn’t about what I want. This is about finding that perfect fuck for you.
     
    Who are you? Do I know you? Are you even a man?
     
    Kate, do you want my résumé or do you want that up-against-the-wall, mind-blowing orgasm you asked Santa for?
     
    Kate didn’t answer. She knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She also wasn’t entirely sure she liked him giving her the option to say no. It made them partners in a game she was already confused by.
     
    Turn on the balls, Kate.
     
    She did and closed her eyes as her body shook with anticipation. She’d followed his instructions about turning them on for five minutes every hour that day. Her body knew the pleasure they could bring. She became wet and ready even at the lowest level of vibration.
     
    Tell me about the man you met tonight.
     
    You mean Brock?
     
    I don’t give a shit about who he is. Tell me why you chose him.
     
    Kate thought back to how she’d felt when she looked through the crowd and saw Brock . He’s good-looking. Tall. Muscular. Not like a man you’d see in a magazine, more like a regular build. But he has the most incredible eyes. You feel like you know him as soon as you look into them. When he smiles it’s with his whole face, and you can’t help but smile back at him.
     
    That doesn’t sound hot.
     
    I never used to think it was. I’ve known him for a long time and never thought of him that way.
     
    But?
     
    I don’t know. Maybe it’s these Ben Wa balls you have me using, but I almost went home with him. I wanted to see what’s under all that winter clothing. And I would have if I hadn’t promised you I wouldn’t. I don’t know what’s crazier—that I’m listening to you or suddenly ready to sleep with a man I’ve known half my life but don’t really know at all. I don’t do casual sex. The only man I’ve ever been with was my husband.
     
    And me.
     
    Kate rolled over onto her side and texted : I’m not actually with you. This isn’t real.
     
    Isn’t it? It felt real when I shot my load to the sound of you coming.
     
    You did?
     
    Oh, yeah.
     
    Depending on who you are, that’s either really nasty, or it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. This is so confusing. It doesn’t bother you that when I came I was thinking about Brock?
     
    You think too much, Kate. Stop worrying about who I am and let yourself enjoy the next nine days.
     
    What happens after that? Does this just end?
     
    No, Kate. In nine days, you fuck ME .
     
    Naked on top of the blankets of his own bed, Brock put the phone down beside him. Part of him couldn’t believe Kate had done everything he’d asked her to. Any man who was not keeping up on the way women were changing was missing out.
    He reread their texts and told himself he’d have to