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In her case, that was probably accurate. The saucy way she licked that damn candy cane notwithstanding.
Evan reached into his bag and pulled out a gift.
With a grin, she stood.
Her joy was palpable. “How long has it been since you received a gift?”
She hedged. “I prefer to give them rather than get them.”
“So a while perhaps?” He’d like to remedy that.
Around them, the rope lines were being dismantled and play was resuming. “There’s a cuddle couch over there.”
Instead of sitting next to him, she perched on the arm and tore into the gift with wild abandon.
Zander winced. He unwrapped presents, his manner so precise that his sister teased that he could reuse the paper. Her pleasure served as a lesson to him.
Oohing and aahing, she pulled out a flogger and shook out the pink suede strands. “It’s gorgeous.”
He nodded. It wasn’t something he would have chosen, but its supple femininity suited her. “It can be sensuous. Or dastardly.”
Mouth slightly parted, she met his gaze.
“Would you like to feel it on your body?” He paused, giving her a moment to process his question. Then he curled his hand around hers. “Your name is first on the list for the interrogation room.”
CHAPTERFOUR
Ashiver rocked Maddie—giddiness combined with nerves. It had been two years since she played with a Dominant, almost that long since a man had touched her in any way.
“What do you say?” Zander’s tone was gentle, and she appreciated that he exuded no pressure.
“You’re on duty.”
“I’ll take care of that.”
“I…” A thousand thoughts crowded through her mind. Maddie was tired of the hunger, the loneliness.
She met his gaze. “Yes.”
Tomorrow she might regret this, but in this moment she wanted the experience. Watching that scene, then receiving the flogger, emboldened her. Or maybe he was right about the magic of Christmas. Not that it mattered. She fully intended to enjoy whatever the next few moments brought.
Together they went to the front desk, and he ripped apart the ends of the armband, then turned it—and the vest—over to Trinity.
She grinned. “Have fun!”
After collecting his bag from the coat check, he guided Maddie through the crowd. Because the interrogation room was at the far end of Kinky Avenue, they had more privacy than they would have anywhere else except for one of the upstairs rooms.
“What’s your safe word?”
“I’ll stick withred.”
“And for slow?”
“Yellow.” She hesitated. Now that they were alone, it was becoming much more real. “You need to know it’s been a very long time for me.”
“Same.”
His features were so very strong and masculine, but as he spoke to her, his voice was gentle. How could he possibly be the same man she’d jeered at on television?
