A Very Dare Christmas

“Love you, baby. See you in a few.” He disconnected the call before she could reply. “I love you too,” she muttered.

She gathered her bags up in her arms and decided she’d head home and meet her husband. She’d have to pick up Rainey and Jack from her mother in law’s, but she wanted to see Ian first.

A little while later, she walked into the house, having noticed his car parked in the garage. She dropped the bags on the mudroom floor and strode out through the kitchen.

“Ian?” she called out.

“Right here.” He stood in the center of the family room, a red scarf in his hand.

“What’s going on?” she asked, a spark of excitement shooting through her at the obvious silk garment he’d used on her before.

“Come here,” he said in a commanding voice she hadn’t heard in too long.

A full body tremor took hold. Her nipples puckered, as if even they remembered the times he’d use that voice right before pinning her to the wall, her hands above her head, his lips on hers, his hard cock pressing into the softness of her sex.

She stepped towards him. “Why is that out now?” she asked, pointing to the scarf, her physical awareness of what was obviously to come a tangible, exciting thing.

“Turn around.”

She swallowed and did as he asked. He wrapped the scarf around her eyes and tied it behind her head. “Now you’re mine.”

Her heat pounded hard in her chest. “I’ve always been yours,” she murmured. “What is going on?”

“You’ll see,” he said and before he could argue, he lifted her up and into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her through the house and outside into the warmer air. He placed her in a car, then settled in beside her.

So he was in the back too, she mused. They were obviously in a limousine, Ian’s favorite form of travel.

“I have to pick up the kids,” she reminded him.

“All taken care of.” He slid her skirt up her thigh and placed his hand on her bare skin. She shivered at his masculine touch.

With her sight gone, all she could do was focus on the things going on around her. The movement of the vehicle, headed heaven knew where, and her husband’s fingers moving upward, those talented fingers trailing their way north, until his roughened fingertip slid over her sex.

She sucked in a shuddering breath. “What are you doing?”

“What does it feel like?” he asked, chuckling, a low, pleased sound.

She swallowed hard. “Arousing me,” she whispered, hoping that the sound proof divider was up separating them from the driver of the limo. She trusted Ian enough to assume it was.

“You are definitely wet, baby. It’s been too long since you’ve come for me.” His fingers danced over her clit and she exhaled a low moan.

“Keep it up and we’ll be rectifying that very soon.” She wiggled her hips in an attempt to get him to continue.

But instead of increasing pressure, he slapped her lightly on her sex. “Gotta build up the tension first.”

She shivered in arousal and frustration as he removed his hand.

Throughout the remainder of the drive, his palm clamped hard on her thigh, a reminder of what she wanted… needed… and couldn’t have.

Yet.

* * *

Ian Dare was a man of action. When he desired something, he took control and made it happen. So how had he let his personal life get so off track?

One little tyrannical mini-Riley and a baby, that’s how. His children occupied their every thought, action and plan they made. He adored his munchkins but he missed his wife.

Which was why he now led her, blindfolded, out of the limo and carefully up the stairs to his private jet. He kept one hand wrapped securely around her waist.

“Step,” he instructed her. “Step again.” He continued the process until she entered the main cabin.

Thank fuck this plane had a bedroom because after sliding his fingers over her damp pussy, he couldn’t wait to taste her, devour her, and make love to the woman he adored.

Once he had her onboard, he pulled off the blindfold. “Welcome. We’re going on vacation,” he told her. He’d managed to pull this together in the span of thirty minutes, calling in friends and favors.

She blinked as she focused on her surroundings, her pretty brown eyes opening wide. “Ian! What about the kids?” she asked.

“With my mother for the weekend.”

Concern etched her features. “But… the night terrors.”

He’d worried about the same thing. “Mom assured me she’s raised enough children to be able to handle them and the baby.” He folded his arms across his chest, not willing to give in on this argument. They needed time together and they needed it now.

“Okay,” she said, still obviously worried about her children. He was too but he trusted his mother.