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What if on Christmas Eve all your darkest desires came to life? Could you handle it?
It's Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought.
Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, easy, vanilla sex was all he ever needed. That was until the night he found his fiancée in her office, watching—enjoying—a very naughty movie on her laptop. Determined to be the one to unleash her control, Dane decides to surprise her on Christmas Eve with a trip to a private fetish club. But they won't be alone.
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"Where are you taking me, Dane O'Laughlin?" Monica adjusted her blindfold once more and squirmed in her seat. "It's Christmas Eve, and you're being very naughty torturing your fiancée like this," she added. Though a part of her loved this unexpected side of him, the other hated not knowing what was coming next. "Santa's not going to bring you any presents in the morning if you don't come clean. Now." This time, she didn't hide the annoyance in her voice. He'd been teasing her all week about some big surprise, and she’d reached the end of her patience.
"Just a few more minutes, Monica Sims."
The rhythmic click of a turn signal sounded right before the car veered left, then bumped as if entering a driveway.
"Are we here? Wherever here is?" Her palms literally itched to pull the damn blindfold off. She would have never gone for something like this a few years ago. The control freak in her would have flipped. But after three years of living with Dane in their perfectly planned world, she'd discovered having a firm grip on every moment in her life wasn't enough anymore. Monica needed more. She and Dane had been struggling to keep their relationship from falling apart. So when he'd seemed so excited about this surprise he had for her, she couldn't deny him.
"All right. We're here."
Monica went for the knotted silk at the back of her head.
"No." Dane's warm hand clasped her fingers. "Not yet. Not till we're inside."
"Inside where?" Monica's heart raced. "You know how being kept in the dark makes me edgy."
"I know." Dane chuckled.
He actually chuckled.
Since when had he become this fun-loving, spontaneous, blindfold kind of man? For over a year, Monica had been telling him how she yearned to do something wild and crazy. Something completely out of character. Maybe even indulge in bringing a few of their sexual fantasies to life. Like the one that had plagued her dreams for the last two years after she'd stumbled on a certain porn video. She'd sat there, mesmerized, as a woman surrendered under the attention of three men. God help her, but the scene had been the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. Dampness gathered in her panties at the recollection of the graphic images.
She'd been overwhelmed by her physical reaction.
Monica had played the movie over and over on her laptop, touching herself, reaching the most intense orgasms. Damn. She could only imagine what her climax would feel like if her fantasy ever became a reality. Monica had finally got up her nerve and confessed her secret fascination with being dominated and taken by more than one man. But her straitlaced, all-business fiancé had given her a shocked look as she'd revealed her darkest desires. He'd stared at her as if he were trying wrap his mind around what she was saying, then added that he had all he ever needed with her—and her alone—in his bed.
A deep sigh exited her lungs.
"What's wrong?" Dane's broad palm brushed her arm.
"It's nothing." Nothing that losing a few of his inhibitions wouldn't cure. Whatever Dane had up his sleeve, sharing his fiancée—even for one night—was something Monica could never see happening.
The car door slammed; then moments later, hers opened. Dane took her hand and helped her from the passenger seat. Her imagination had already painted the picture of what she assumed he'd planned. Probably some big dinner party where he'd invited her coworkers and friends to celebrate the holiday. Twigs of mistletoe hung in all the doorways, forcing a multitude of uncomfortable kisses on unsuspecting people.
hat would be about as wild as it would get. She loved him. Always would. But the man rarely stepped outside his comfort zone.
Monica held on to Dane's arm, enjoying the hard feel of his bicep under her palm as he guided her across uneven pavement. The whoosh of an automated door greeted her next, followed by a cool blast of air conditioning across her face, lifting her hair from her nape. It might have been December, but living in the Deep South, you never knew from one minute to the next whether you'd be in a coat or shorts. She breathed deep, detecting a hint of cinnamon, cloves, and leather. Soft music played, sensual instrumental melodies that instantly had her wanting to sway her hips to the seductive sounds. From a distance, several whispered conversations filled the air.
"Dane, where are we?"
"Trust me, love. It will be worth the wait. I assure you." The innuendo laced within his words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and awakened her clit. What in the hell was he up to? She barely recognized the man on her arm tonight.
The soft tap of footsteps neared, then stopped beside Dane.
"Sir, if you'll follow me. Your accommodations are ready."
A second later, they were moving again. Monica held tight and followed, more than a little self-conscious of what people must have thought of her walking in there with a red silk scarf covering her eyes.
The jingle of keys alerted her that they must be close to their room.
ane slowed to a stop, a door latch clicked, and they moved forward once more.
"Now can I take this off?" Monica touched the smooth cool surface of the material keeping her in the dark.
Dane grasped her shoulders and turned her around.
"Yes." His deep voice resonated at her ear. Then his hands were at the back of her head, untying the blindfold.
The silk fell away, and Monica blinked against the sudden brightness of the room. It took a few seconds for her vision to clear, then the warm colors around her sharpened into focus.
"Oh. My. God." Monica took one hesitant step, then another toward the extra-large king-size bed filling the center of their "accommodations." She trailed her index finger over the leather cuff secured to the headboard, directly across from its twin on the other side. On the wall by the bed hung a collection of items she'd only seen online, never in living color: a couple of paddles, floggers, a ball gag, and various masks.
Her heart pounded. Oh my God. The words looped inside her head.
onica dropped her hand to the soft, truffle-colored duvet draping the mattress. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected Dane to want to—want to— Not after—
"Are you surprised?" He circled her waist with his arms and pulled her against his chest.
"You could say that." She nodded.
"Pleasantly surprised?" She didn't miss the wistful tone in his voice. Her pulse skipped.
"Very," Monica whispered.
"Good, because the night has only begun."