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Fuck off.On one hand, Frost respected that she looked out for all the club’s participants. On the other he resented her meddling in his life. “Anything else, Milady?”
“Lines exist for a reason. They shouldn’t be blurred.”
He planned to eradicate them entirely.
Last night, Kaylee had seemed like the answer to his Christmas Eve dilemma, and this morning he was even more convinced.
Or maybe hewasselfish.
Now that he’d sampled the delicious sweetness of her juices on his tongue, he wouldn’t stop until he tasted her again.
“When she leaves your employment, which she is certainly smart enough to do, tell her to look me up.”
A poker of hot fire stabbed his gut. “Are you trying to poach my employees, Aviana?”
“Not at all.” She paused for maximum drama before laughing and continuing, “She’ll leave of her own volition.”
“Hands off.”
“That sounds a little possessive, Frost.”
This time he said it aloud. “Fuck off.”
“Merry Christmas to you as well.” Before he could respond, she was gone.
He wadded his towel and threw it at the laundry basket in the corner. She accused him of manipulating Kaylee, blurring the lines between work and D/s. But wasn’t Aviana using her position as the club’s owner to tell him what to do?
As always, the Domme behaved as if the rules didn’t apply to her.
Annoyed with her as well as the interruption to his routine, he resumed his run, this time at a more punishing speed.
Much as he hated—even refused—to admit it, Aviana made excellent points.
But the problem was, he no longer had a conscience. Life had seen to that.
After slowing to a jog, then a quick walk, he ended his workout and headed to the shower. He’d see Kaylee soon, and he looked forward to it.
Last night, into the wee hours of the morning, Kaylee had haunted his thoughts and dreams, and he’d gotten out of bed to masturbate.
Only then had he been able to sleep.
Now, as he stripped off his damp workout shorts, his cock was hard again.
Since jacking off before picking her up was probably a good idea, he stepped beneath the warm spray of a shower and fisted himself.
Images of Kaylee returned to him: her pretty pink nipples beading to hard nubs as he looked at her.
Her lush breasts had filled his palms, and her curvy hips were the stuff of fantasies.
After spanking her, he’d teased her clit. Filling her tight pussy with his fingers, denying himself and channeling all that energy into pleasing her, had been pure joy. Then her sweet whimpers as she’d reached orgasm fulfilled something deeply masculine within him.
Frost craved more of her, even if he shouldn’t—as Aviana pointed out.
Determinedly he shoved her warnings into the deepest recesses of his mind. He wanted Kaylee—and he damn well intended to have her.
His cock throbbed with ever-increasing demand, and he squeezed himself harder, stroking faster as he imagined Kaylee squirming beneath his larger body, crying out his name as he drove into her.
This morning, the image of her was every bit as strong and powerful as it’d been when they were playing, so evocative he’d swear the soft scent of her, warm vanilla and innocence, was floating on the air.
