Page 6 of Jingle Devil

He clears his throat and shoves a hand between us. “I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Winston Wells. And you are?”

“Annoyed.” I grab his outstretched hand and shake it, putting a little extra pressure behind the squeeze. I enjoy it a little too much when he winces and pulls out of my grasp.

“Al Boyd? Nice to meet you Al.” He nods to Tessa before draping an arm over her shoulders. “How do you know my girl?”

“Your girl?” Tessa shakes him off and glares at him.

He ignores her, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you a friend of her dad’s or something? Isn’t Tessa a little old for a babysitter?”

His jab doesn’t go unnoticed but I’m not going to let it affect me or what’s happening between me and Tessa. “She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.”

“It’s not a requirement for what?”

Tessa chuckles, and the poor guy genuinely looks confused. I lean forward, angling away from Tessa, and whisper, “For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”

I pull away and almost feel bad. He’s opening and closing his mouth over and over like a fish. Flounder does us both a favor, he doesn’t move and no words come out of his gaping pie hole. Refusing to let him have another minute of my time, I grab Tessa’s hand and pull her from the dancefloor.

She looks around us with wide eyes. “Thank you?”

“Don’t thank me yet, baby girl.” I ghost my lips across her temple. “I haven’t done anything worth thanking. Not yet anyway.”

“Not yet? Are you saying you didn’t just kiss me to make Winston take a hike?” Her forehead wrinkles as her brows draw together. “What did you say to him anyway?”

I pause beside our assigned table. “It was a happy coincidence. Truth be told, I’ve been wanting to do that since our first day working together.”

“You have?” She lets out a small sigh and runs her hand down her face. “I’m sorry I’m repeating everything. I think your lips fried my brain.”

“Then just wait till you find out what my mouth can really do.”

“Sweet Mother of Mercy,” she whispers.

I lean in close and nip her earlobe, loving the way she shivers with the slightest touch. “Do you want to sit down at this table and wait for dessert? Or do you want to come home with me and let me eat you for dessert?”

Because I don’t fight fair, I lower my mouth and pepper kisses along her neck. She draws in a sharp breath as my stubble rubs over her collarbone. It seems like my lips aren’t the only thing Tessa likes and so long as she picks option two, I relish finding out everything else that tickles her fancy.

“If I pick option two does that change things at work? I’m not fired if I pick the wrong thing, am I?”

I shake my head with a chuckle. “No, baby girl. You’re not going to get fired and no matter what you choose, nothing will change at the office. You’ll still be my phenomenal assistant because I couldn’t replace you if I tried.”

“And I’m not too young for you?”

I shake my head. “Am I too old for you?”

“No.” Her gaze falls to the ground before meeting mine. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you what I wanted if I won our bet.”

“That’s right. What did you want if you won?”

“Well, I tried to come up with something good all afternoon. I couldn’t stop thinking of one thing. The only thing I wanted.” She pauses and takes a deep breath. “But… it’s not something I thought I could say out loud.”

“What was it?”

“You. I just want one night with you.”

She wants me. She just wants one night with me. Well, she’s in luck because she’ll be getting me for a lot longer than that. If I get my way, her tasty little mouth and tight body won’t leave my bed for days. And even after that, I may only let her out for work and food, but we don’t have to worry about the logistics of our relationship tonight.

Sounds like a later problem.

Right now, I’ve got to get her back to my place.

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