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let
Noel bite them off. He might as well get some enjoyment first."
    How he loved her warped sense of humor. "Noel or
Jason?"
    "Both," she said darkly. "Anyway, go
on. I'm listening."
    Mac let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding.
At least she was going to listen.
    ****
    Would he explain so she could understand? Holly knew
she wanted Mac. Even listening to the stories whispered but never confirmed
about his less than usual preferences, her clit had tingled, and her pussy
swelled. She remembered one memorable occasion when... No. Do not go there, not now. Concentrate, not saturate. The way
her wayward thoughts were still soaking her thong, Holly wasn't sure she'd be
able to do either. Her body was covered in goose bumps, her nipples so hard it
was a wonder they hadn't poked holes in her bra, and her breathing was erratic.
One touch from him, anywhere on her body, and she'd jump him, or come on the
spot.
    He had warned her he'd be back for her, but in truth,
she hadn't really believed him. As the years passed and she watched his
popularity grow, how could she even dare to hope he'd come home and claim her?
Even though every summer he returned, spent time teasing her, tantalizing her,
and telling her he'd be back, for the first few years, he did nothing more than
kiss and cuddle. Then, once she was over twenty-one, the cuddles became more
personal, the kisses deeper, and in her mind, they increased in intensity. Her
body responded to each gentle—and not so gentle—touch. He encouraged her to
explore his body as well as her own. Nonetheless, he never crossed what he
called the defining line, however much she provoked him. This year, he had
warned her he'd be home for Christmas. Holly hadn't dared believe him. Noel
came without fail, jetting in from wherever their last concert had taken place.
Mac never did.
    Once she'd asked him why he never came for the festive
season. He'd smiled, gave a sad, lonely look, and said simply, "Not until
I can celebrate with you in the way I need." Whatever she'd said after
that, however much she'd pushed and prodded, he'd refused to elaborate. "You'll
know when the time comes."
    Did this mean it was the time?
    A few weeks earlier, Holly had decided to have a day
in Edinburgh. She loved the city in December. Christmas markets, mulled wine,
an ice rink, and a big wheel. To say nothing of hunky stallholders, and usually
a musical on at the Playhouse. Carol had decided to accompany her, and then
dropped her bombshell. Scotialuna were playing a surprise gig, and she had tickets
for them.
    Holly thought Noel must have sent them. Carol had said
no, Mac had.
    And there after the show, he'd taken her to one side
and said simply, "Now, Holls, it's time. Be ready." His kiss had
marked her, rocked her to the core, and made her weak with longing. As she
leaned into him, he ended the kiss, and she saw the regret in his eyes. "Not
here and now. Soon."
    That brief meeting had been followed with flowers and
an e-mail. Video Skype from backstage at Wembley and a phone call each night.
All innocuous, nothing telling of his feelings, until he had turned up on her
doorstep a week earlier.
    Her jaw dropped and so did her gaze at the smoldering
and oh so dominant look he'd given her.
    Mac had stood in her hallway and told her starkly, "Holly,
you know I want you. I have for years, and now's the time to ask if you want
me." Her heart leaped, but before she had the chance to reply, he added, "It
would be no straightforward relationship. In many ways, I'm not
straightforward. I have very definite ideas about what I want from you. You
need to think if you want to know what they are." She'd opened her mouth
to ask questions, and he'd stopped them with a kiss that made her toes curl.
When he stood back, she'd just stared.
    "Dominant, Holls. Think about it. If you want me,
you'll submit to me. I'll be back, and we can talk. Read this please. Have
faith." He handed her an envelope and left, leaving her