Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance by Cynthia Dane

had the angriest erection in the whole house. How the fuck was he going to assert himself when he couldn’t even put his hands all over his girlfriend without embarrassing the both of them?
    Ethan was a man who kept his kink behind the scenes. He barely went to the kinky club The Dark Hour unless business dealings were happening there.
    Yet Ethan Cole didn’t say “two alpha men.” Instead, he said, “Two very sexual couples.”
    “Everyone’s been behaving themselves tonight…”
    Ethan looked around the office. “You’re kidding, right? Use your senses, Jasmine.”
    She put her arms down in a haughty huff. “What are you trying to…” Her deep breath caught her by surprise. In her nostrils was a heavy perfume that she thought she left behind in the study. That’s Monica’s perfume...
    “Yes. There’s been a lot of hanky-panky in this room since we got here. We’re lagging behind.”
    “One couple hardly means…” Jasmine went for the couch, but she stopped short, gasping in strange horror as she saw… well, she dare not repeat what she saw staining the couch.
    “I told you. Hanky-panky.”
    Ethan encircled Jasmine’s abdomen with his arm. She lowered her hand from her nose, tearing her eyes off the crime scene before her. “That’s disgusting!”
    “Is it?” Ethan’s voice was low and husky, the exact tone that sent excited shivers throughout Jasmine’s young body. The longer she gazed at the mess the previous couple left behind, the more she realized what her own boyfriend wanted. Sure enough, his hardness pushed against her ass in due time. “Because it only serves to remind me of what I need to do to you.”
    “Need?” Jasmine didn’t protest as the collar wrapped around her throat. The moment he clasps it, I have to obey him. Ethan was going to fuck her right here, without a doubt. Normally that wouldn’t worry her too much, except when he was like this… with a collar that made him infallible and the absolute master of Jasmine’s destiny… oh God, who knew what he would do!
    “Yes, my flower.” The moment the collar clasped around her throat, Ethan lifted her skirt, manhandling her thighs, her stomach, and the brunt of her unsuspecting pussy. “I need us to outfuck everyone else in this house.”
    Wow, that was direct, even for him.
    “You’re crazy,” Jasmine said, although her lack of breath betrayed how hot this was already getting her. Between Ethan stroking her slit through her silk underwear, and snaking his hand down her generous cleavage, she was about to come undone then and there. “I knew we were going to have a lot of sex this weekend, but... ”
    A shriek went through the room as Jasmine was pushed over the back of the couch. Her knees scrambled onto it, just as her hair tumbled down the side of her face and threatened to brush against the soiled ground. Even with underwear on, she still felt exposed. She felt even more exposed when Ethan pulled aside said underwear and tested her for wetness. Unsurprisingly, she was not yet ready.
    “Your boyfriend has needs that surpass simple sex.” Ethan felt the bare skin of Jasmine’s ass, his other hand bunching up her skirt and tugging it whenever necessary. “Now, I need you to not say a single word except for what I want to hear you say. Understand?”
    Jasmine nodded, her lips wetting within her mouth. “I understand… sir. ”
    She was not surprised that he spanked her. She was, however, surprised that it was so hard and so… invigorating. Jasmine’s knees dug into the leather couch. I wonder who was here before me. And she wondered if the idea of coming all over someone else’s mess was getting Ethan as hot as it was her. Yes. Definitely yes.
    He spanked her again, the shrill sound of skin hitting skin echoing in Jasmine’s ears. It was a miracle she could hear it over the pumping of her blood.
    “Tell me, Jasmine.” The way his voice clawed her back made Jasmine whimper, her insides relaxing and