Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
They’d cornered him in the living room to give him the birds and the bees talk, which had not only been completely unnecessary but also embarrassing.
He really did not need his sisters explaining how to find his girl’s clit and what to do with it. If his momma hadn’t interfered, he’d have started throwing up in the living room.
He’d decided to go home and grab his gifts for her before heading back to her place.
To his surprise, she’d provided small gifts for each of his sisters. Hell, she’d bought them better gifts than he had.
Which wasn’t saying much, since he usually bought them all a gift card to get a facial.
Hey, he might be a sensitive guy, but that didn’t mean he was any good at buying gifts. Yawning, he walked into his apartment. He froze as he spotted a bunch of wrapped gifts sitting in the corner of the room, under a piece of mistletoe that had been tied with a rope to the rafters.
What. The. Fuck.
Where had those gifts come from? And the mistletoe?
He spun around, searching for him. Was he still here? But he couldn’t see anyone.
“Seems Santa Fox was busy last night,” he muttered. He was still smarting about the coal.
He looked over the gifts. There had to be as many as he’d left for Autumn.
“Busier than you can know.”
He let out an embarrassingly high squeal at the sound of the voice behind him. Turning, he fell back on his ass as he stared up at the Fox. The other man was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans with a black jacket over the top. Brody watched as he took the jacket off, then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
Uh-oh.
Was he in trouble?
Brody scuttled back on his ass. “What . . . what are you doing here? Also, you need to warn a person that you’re around before you give me a heart attack.”
“Do I? But what if I enjoy scaring you?”
Darn. He probably did. He likely got off on it. Brody reached for a chair and used it to pull himself up. “You gave me coal!”
“No, that was Santa.”
He narrowed his gaze at the Fox. “Why would I get coal?”
“Because you were naughty, I’m guessing.”
“I was not.”
“Where did I find you the night before last, Brody?”
“I was walking to get a taxi! I’ve done it before!”
“But you won’t be doing it again, will you?” he murmured. “Because you’ll be in big trouble if you do.”
Like he wasn’t in big trouble right now? Because he felt like he was.
The Fox moved toward him with a casual glide that belied the stern look in his eyes. His hair was dark and short, his skin tanned.
Was this the real Fox?
He swallowed heavily. Would he ever know?
“That’s why you gave me coal? Because I went out in the dark?”
“I told you, I didn’t give you the coal. That was Santa. However, my guess is yes, it would be because you put yourself in danger. That was naughty and will always result in punishment.”
Brody licked his lips. Why did that sound so good? Why did he want that? He shouldn’t want that, right?
By now, the Fox had him pressed to the wall, one hand beside his head as he loomed over him.
And fuck him if his dick didn’t stand up and pay attention. The Fox had some sort of hold over him.
“Just like you need to be punished now.”
Brody shook his head. “No.”
The Fox placed his hand over Brody’s neck. “Oh, yes.”
Brody’s heart raced.
Danger. Danger.
And yet, his dick didn’t seem to understand that.
That idiot didn’t know the difference between arousal and peril.
The Fox lightly caressing his neck with his fingers. “Anyone touches you and they’re dead, Pup. You know that, right? I take care of what belongs to me, even though I don’t always know the best way of doing that. I want to give you both whatever you want.”
“You can’t give us everything we want.”
The Fox tilted his head to the side. “Why not?”
“Because some things you might not be able to give.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Ahh, a billion dollars, an island, the crown jewels.”
“You don’t think I can manage that? Pup, you have a lot to learn about me.”
Oh, hell.
Did he ever.
“What if what we want isn’t good for us?”
“Hmm. You make a good point.” The Fox stared down at him thoughtfully. “As your Dom and Daddy, it will be up to me to ensure that both of you are happy and safe.”
“My Daddy?” he asked.
“Yours. You want a Daddy, don’t you, Pup? You desperately want someone to take control, to take you in hand when you’re naughty. To relieve a bit of the day-to-day worries by making some of those decisions that you find hard. You need someone to cheer you on when you’re down and catch you when you fall. And you need someone to set down some rules and enforce them when you forget to take care of yourself. Hmm, maybe not Daddy. But I could be your Papa, would you like that?”