Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) by Ruth Cardello Page B
Authors: Ruth Cardello
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hear the end of it.”
Kate had taken one look at his serious expression and burst out laughing. Brock had joined in, followed by the rest of them. Linda had come over like a long lost friend, given Kate a welcome hug, and introduced her to their aunt Stella.
Good food and plenty of wine had turned the awkwardness of their initial meeting into a surprisingly pleasant evening. Brock’s parents were warm and loving toward each other. After dinner, his father had joked they should play so the loser would leave with his sister-in-law.
No one had taken him seriously. Not even Aunt Stella. She had, however, threatened to stay another week if he kept it up. The easy banter between them made Kate wish she had a family like that.
And someone like Brock to share it with. He was protective, tender, and attentive. There was nothing not to love about spending time with Brock. He took her to the movies. Took her shopping. They went everywhere, but he made sure they were never alone.
Which was more than a little frustrating. She’d told him she wanted to take it slowly, but he didn’t even try to kiss her when he dropped her off at her door each night. At first she’d thought she didn’t want him to, because it would lead to something she wasn’t ready for, but the more time they spent together, the more kissing him again was all she could think about.
There’d been a time when she’d thought she had a low sex drive. Ha, now sex is all I think about. And not with just anyone—with Brock. She wanted to shake him. Or tie him down and take what she wanted. Being so close to him without kissing him kept her at an aching level of frustration.
He said all it would take was a sign from her that she was ready. Kate wasn’t sure at first what held her back from giving him that sign, but she came face to face with it when she was cleaning her home one weekend morning.
She found the unopened gift box and the phone she’d stashed in a kitchen drawer the first night Brock had come to her house to pick her up. She’d told herself to throw them both away, but she hadn’t. There was something about Mr. Elf she wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
She took the prepaid phone in to the living room,along with the small box. She texted : Thank you.
His response came almost instantly . For what?
For listening to me when I asked you to stop.
Our game was never supposed to hurt you, Kate.
I know. And it didn’t. In fact, it freed me. I never knew I could be like that. I didn’t know I could enjoy sex as much as I did with you.
What are you saying? You want to continue our game?
Yes. No. I want everything I had with you, but I want it with Brock.
Then why are you talking to me, Kate?
He’s not like you. He’d be shocked if I told him what I want to do with him.
I doubt that.
I can’t even get him to kiss me.
Then he’s an idiot.
He’s not an idiot. He’s a good guy. A really, really good guy. He makes me laugh. He has brought so much happiness into my life in such a short time. I can’t imagine not knowing him now. And I trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. But what if that’s not enough for me? What if I need someone who can push my boundaries sometimes? What if I sleep with him and wish it were you?
There was no message from Mr. Elf for several minutes. Then he texted : You don’t really want me. You don’t know me. Are you attracted to Brock? I mean, do you want him to fuck you long and hard, over and over again?
I do. And I want my toys. And naughty phone calls. I want to meet him in places that would shock most people and fuck his brains out. But how do I tell him that?
Any way you want. I’m sure if he’s a man at all, he’ll figure it out.
Should I tell him about you?
No. Some things are better left a secret, Kate. I’m one of those things.
It’s day twelve, Mr. Elf.
I know.
I’m sorry we aren’t spending today
Kate had taken one look at his serious expression and burst out laughing. Brock had joined in, followed by the rest of them. Linda had come over like a long lost friend, given Kate a welcome hug, and introduced her to their aunt Stella.
Good food and plenty of wine had turned the awkwardness of their initial meeting into a surprisingly pleasant evening. Brock’s parents were warm and loving toward each other. After dinner, his father had joked they should play so the loser would leave with his sister-in-law.
No one had taken him seriously. Not even Aunt Stella. She had, however, threatened to stay another week if he kept it up. The easy banter between them made Kate wish she had a family like that.
And someone like Brock to share it with. He was protective, tender, and attentive. There was nothing not to love about spending time with Brock. He took her to the movies. Took her shopping. They went everywhere, but he made sure they were never alone.
Which was more than a little frustrating. She’d told him she wanted to take it slowly, but he didn’t even try to kiss her when he dropped her off at her door each night. At first she’d thought she didn’t want him to, because it would lead to something she wasn’t ready for, but the more time they spent together, the more kissing him again was all she could think about.
There’d been a time when she’d thought she had a low sex drive. Ha, now sex is all I think about. And not with just anyone—with Brock. She wanted to shake him. Or tie him down and take what she wanted. Being so close to him without kissing him kept her at an aching level of frustration.
He said all it would take was a sign from her that she was ready. Kate wasn’t sure at first what held her back from giving him that sign, but she came face to face with it when she was cleaning her home one weekend morning.
She found the unopened gift box and the phone she’d stashed in a kitchen drawer the first night Brock had come to her house to pick her up. She’d told herself to throw them both away, but she hadn’t. There was something about Mr. Elf she wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
She took the prepaid phone in to the living room,along with the small box. She texted : Thank you.
His response came almost instantly . For what?
For listening to me when I asked you to stop.
Our game was never supposed to hurt you, Kate.
I know. And it didn’t. In fact, it freed me. I never knew I could be like that. I didn’t know I could enjoy sex as much as I did with you.
What are you saying? You want to continue our game?
Yes. No. I want everything I had with you, but I want it with Brock.
Then why are you talking to me, Kate?
He’s not like you. He’d be shocked if I told him what I want to do with him.
I doubt that.
I can’t even get him to kiss me.
Then he’s an idiot.
He’s not an idiot. He’s a good guy. A really, really good guy. He makes me laugh. He has brought so much happiness into my life in such a short time. I can’t imagine not knowing him now. And I trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. But what if that’s not enough for me? What if I need someone who can push my boundaries sometimes? What if I sleep with him and wish it were you?
There was no message from Mr. Elf for several minutes. Then he texted : You don’t really want me. You don’t know me. Are you attracted to Brock? I mean, do you want him to fuck you long and hard, over and over again?
I do. And I want my toys. And naughty phone calls. I want to meet him in places that would shock most people and fuck his brains out. But how do I tell him that?
Any way you want. I’m sure if he’s a man at all, he’ll figure it out.
Should I tell him about you?
No. Some things are better left a secret, Kate. I’m one of those things.
It’s day twelve, Mr. Elf.
I know.
I’m sorry we aren’t spending today
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