“You’re not just smoking hot, you’re smart too.” Roxy tapped Jax lightly on the chest, before closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “Kiss me,” she said, her voice husky.
“Please,” she begged. “No one has kissed me for a very long time.”
She seemed so vulnerable, so needy. One brotherly kiss couldn’t hurt.
Their lips touched, chaste and dry. Then she reached up and raked her fingers through his thick, dark hair, drawing him closer. Their mouths opened. He pressed himself against her, molding his muscular body to her softer, more feminine one. Their tongues started to tango. He squeezed her buttocks and she moaned with approval. They were breathing so hard neither of the them heard the first knock at the door.
The second knock was much louder and much more insistent. “Jax? You there, man? It’s Tim.”
Jax and Roxy broke apart and stared at each other self-consciously.
“Gotta go,” Jax said, heading to the front door.
Roxy followed him, hoping for the tiniest indication that he had enjoyed the last few minutes as much as she had.
He opened the door and threw his keys to Tim who was craning his neck trying to get a glimpse of what Roxy’s place looked like.
“I’ll meet you in the car,” Jax said before closing the door and turning back to Roxy. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her with an expression of bemused disapproval. “I’d like to see you again,” he said. “Not just at the auction. After that. Socially.”
“I’d like that too.” A warm smile spread across her face.
“On one condition…”
“On our first date, I’m going to spank you.”
Roxy’s pussy clenched and her heart threatened to smash its way out of her ribcage. “Okay, I guess.” She wanted to say yes yes yes.
She’s done with men. Until she meets Jax.
For a year Roxy’s life has been torn apart by lies and innuendos. As Christmas approaches, she finds herself in the company of people who almost destroyed her. Se copes by slugging back glasses of wine until the bottle runs dry.
Fireman Jax has been watching her. When she attempts to drive home, he steps up, takes her car keys, and tells her such irresponsible behavior will not be tolerated. As soon as she’s sober, she’ll be over his knee for a sound spanking. She aghast but secretly panty-wetting hot for him.
Can she submit to his rules?
Disclaimer: Festive Fire is a fantasy that includes sexual scenes and spankings. It is intended for adults only, ages 18+. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About the Author:
I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.
My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.
I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.