Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Once she’s out the door, I take a sip of my hot chocolate and focus on the Naughty List. Here we go:
Have you ever fantasized about bondage/kink?
I don’t think I’d be into the full-out Anastasia Steele experience or anything—peeled ginger root in the ass is a hard no for me.
But a guy who’s take-charge? Bossy? Someone who’ll bend me over, twist me around, pull my hair, hold me down—because he knows exactly what he’s doing and that I’m going to love every second of it? Hell yeah. Sign me up for that.
Yes
Have you ever fantasized about being spanked during sexual intercourse?
I imagine Jace pressing my cheek down against the leather seat of one of the bar stools, then smacking the globe of my ass with one of his big, rough, beautiful, hands because I’d been a very bad girl. A liquid trail of sexy heat blazes through my mind, straight down to my core, making my muscles clench.
I may not have fantasized about spanking before—but it’s going to be at the top of the menu from now on.
Yes
Have you ever fantasized about food play during sexual intercourse? If yes, what kind?
Grinning like a naughty girl, I pick up the spoon on the table and stir it through the thick hot chocolate. When I lift the spoon out, creamy dark molten liquid cascades down into the mug in a slow, thin line—perfect for dripping, then licking off all sorts of interesting places.
Melted chocolate
Check all that apply:
I enjoy dirty talk.
Check
I enjoy baby talk.
Noooooo. I grimace. That box stays empty.
I enjoy swallowing during oral sex.
Spitters are quitters, and I’m no quitter.
Check
I enjoy gagging during oral sex.
Hmm…that’s a new one. I tap the pen against my lips. Would I be okay with gagging on Jace’s cock?
Why yes . . . yes, I would.
Check.
I enjoy anal sex/play.
I check the box, but clarify:
Never tried, but open to new experiences.
What are your naughtiest recurring fantasies? Describe below:
Although names are completely unnecessary, I’m on a roll. The images play out in my mind like a sensuous silent film, making my breath quicken and my nipples hard. So I just write what I see.
- Jace lifting me onto the bar. Kissing me everywhere—my mouth, my neck, my breasts, between my legs. Then he pulls me down, turns me around, and fucks me hard and fast over the bar as he groans in my ear.
- Jace pulling my hair while I’m on my knees for him—showing me just how he likes it, taking what he wants, while I give him everything he needs. Making him feel so good, he never wants to let me go.
- Jace making love to me, slow and sweet, for hours on the bear rug in front of the Black Diamond’s fireplace. The two of us warm and wrapped around each other, while the snow falls outside the window.
- Telling Jace Winters I’m in love with him. Knowing he feels the same way. Running the bar with him, marrying him, having 3.5 kids and a Husky named Snowbell with him. Making a life with him.
The last one is different from the others—not really naughty at all. I don’t know why I write it. Maybe to sort it all out in my mind.
Or maybe because Christmas is a time when wishes come true . . . and that last one is the wish I want most of all.
“Hey Chickadee.” Kevin Grady says, coming into the breakroom.
Kevin’s a Willie Nelson, “cool uncle” type of guy—early sixties, long gray hair tied in a low ponytail, functioning pot-head, who can pretty much fix anything and makes a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies. He’s worked for Jace as the back-up bartender and cook longer than any of us. Kevin is good people.
“Hey Kev.”
“One of Dooney’s guys just dropped something off for you in the back parking lot.” He smiles, holding up a jingling set of car keys. “I believe these belong to you.”
I squeal. Literally squeal—like a kid opening the latest iPhone on Christmas morning—but louder.
“Oh my God! It’s here!” I fold the Naughty List into my back pocket. “Come see it with me Kevin!”
He opens the door. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”
I stick my head into the kitchen. “Ryan—it’s here! Come see!”
Ryan smiles from behind the stainless-steel counter.
“The Christmas present to yourself?”
“Yes! Come check it out!”
Out in the main area, I grab Heather’s hand and call Jace from behind the bar to follow us out the back door. It’s before the evening rush, so the customers will be good for a few minutes. Everyone files out into the parking lot, surrounding my beautiful new, used, car.
It’s the first big thing I ever bought for myself. The first car I ever bought period. And she’s every bit as adorable as when I first saw her.
I lift up my hands, like a dark-haired Vanna White.