Page 87 of Bragg's Christmas


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My cock is on board with this plan. In fact, he insists we follow it. I flip Love onto her stomach.

“On your knees, Angel.”

She doesn’t move.

“I said. On your knees.”

I’m done with teasing.

She shakes her head. I fist my hand in her hair and tug until I can see her face. The vision that greets me has my heart stalling in my chest. She’s not teasing me. She’s ashamed. I release her hair and cover her with my body.

“What’s wrong, Angel?”

She squeezes her eyes shut.

I rub a hand up and down her back. “You can tell me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Nothing’s stupid.”

I’m barely able to breathe as I wait for her to explain.

“I don’t enjoy doggy style,” she finally murmurs.

“Okay.” I roll her over until she’s on her side next to me. “No more doggy style.”

“You’re not going to make me do it anyway?”

I growl. “Who the fuck made you do doggy style when you didn’t want to?”

She flinches and glances away, but I grasp her chin and force her to meet my gaze.

“Angel, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You didn’t yell.”

“I raised my voice and I’m sorry. I was mad.”

“Why?”

Her question breaks my heart. How can she not know why I’m mad?

“Because someone hurt you.”

She draws figure eights on my chest with her finger. “No one hurt me. No one forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

Then, why the hell did you freeze when I said get to your knees? Thank fuck I manage to keep the question from spilling out of my mouth.

Tread carefully, Damon. Tread carefully.

“You appeared ashamed when I told you to get to your knees,” I say as gently as I can.

She blows out a breath. “Not ashamed. Just embarrassed.”

“Okay.” I can roll with this. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“Doggy style makes me feel like I’m being used.”

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