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“No. But his son is James Hollingsworth the fourth.”
“Oh.”
“And now there’s a fifth, like they’re some sort of royalty.”
She studied him. “You sound a little disinclined to like the man.”
“Gran says he’s just a friend. But I’m not convinced.”
“I think your gran has proven she’s very smart and knows what she’s doing.”
“He’s had two divorces, has a lot of kids, and even more grandchildren. What if he’s a gold digger?”
“And what if he is not?” she countered.
He glowered.
“My family gave you a chance. I think you should give Mr. Hollingsworth the same benefit of the doubt.” When he opened his mouth to speak, she rushed on. “I promise that if he’s a scoundrel, I’ll take him apart limb from limb before you can even get to him.”
“That’s my future wife. I love it when you’re fierce.”
At one point that hadn’t seemed possible, and now the idea that they’d be married soon, perhaps within a year, left her dizzy with delight.
“Before our guests arrive…your New Year’s present.”
“Evan,” she protested. “You shouldn’t have. You have to quit spoiling me.”
“Not any time soon.”
Inside the jeweler’s box was a beautiful gold antique locket, and she opened it. On one side was a picture of Frost, all bare-chested and deliciously Dominant. On the other was a rendering of her, kneeling, hands behind her neck, gaze lowered, knees parted.
It sent ripples of submissive awareness up her spine.
“I had the pictures commissioned by Elissa Conroy, a renowned artist.”
“I’ve heard of her. The work is stunning.”
He snapped the locket closed. Then he slid it onto a chain that he secured around her neck.
Next he moved her to a full-length mirror. Standing behind her, breathtaking in his midnight-colored tux that made his eyes even more startlingly blue, he traced the oval that lay nestled just above her breasts. “I want you thinking about the pictures and your naked pussy beneath the dress.”
She tipped her head back, lost in his images.
“Later, when we’re back up here and I have you in the position the sketch represents, we can finish what I started earlier in the dungeon. Each time the plug slips and moves inside you, I want you thinking about how I will devour you with my mouth, my hand, my cock, and my whip.”
Slowly she nodded.
“The words, please, tempting sub.”
“Yes.” Through her eyelashes, she looked at him. “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t wait.
“Abigail Chapman, Hayes McCall, Zander Henderson, and Maddie Taylor have arrived.”
The conversation she’d had with her friends had been very interesting. All their lives had been transformed by the magical evening at the Quarter.
“Our party is starting.” He took her hand and kissed it.
Together they left the bedroom and descended the staircase toward their future and her happily ever after—the perfect start to a new year and a lifetime of love.
