Page 71 of Filthy Rich Santas

She nods, her breath hitching as her pupils dilate.

“Yeah, love,” I murmur, tugging her closer. “Kissing is allowed. For as long as we’re doing this,everythingis allowed.”

She rises up on her toes and presses her lips against mine, and they taste so fucking good that I lose myself all over again.

“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, gathering her closer so I can get a little more. “I know you asked for help discovering your kinks, but I think I’ve just found a new one of my own.”

“Yeah?” she asks, laughing breathlessly. “What’s that?”

I fist my hand around her long, thick waves and tug her head back so I can drag my lips down her throat.

“Kissing you,” I murmur against her impossibly soft skin.

She arches against me. “Does that really count as a kink?”

I smirk, slipping my hands beneath her robe and filling them with her lush curves. “What do you think?”

“I think I want to knowallyour kinks. What else do you like?”

“Hmm. Well, I liked knowing Tristan and Beckett were watching you get on your knees for me earlier,” I murmur in her ear, slipping one hand between her legs and sinking my fingers into the wet heat there. “I like being watched.”

“Exhibitionism?” she whispers, moaning as she spreads her legs for me. “I, um, I think that might be one of mine too.”

“Yeah? You liked having their eyes on you while you sucked me off? Liked knowing I was watching when Beckett told you to touch yourself?”

A sound gets trapped in her throat as a gush of wetness coats my fingers.

I withdraw them and hold them to her mouth. “Lick.”

Her tongue darts out, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You know what I was thinking about earlier, before you woke up? How much I wanted to sink my cock into you, love. Awake or asleep.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “But it would bereallyfucking hot while you’re asleep.”

Her breath catches. “That’s… that’s a kink?”

“Fucking you while you sleep? Playing with these amazing tits of yours while you’re all soft and relaxed, your body mine for the taking? Getting you wet while you dream of me, then sliding my cock inside you so you wake up already coming?”

She gives a sexy little whimper, her skin flushing pink.

“Yeah, it’s a kink, love. My kink. It’s called somnophilia. Kind of goes along with one of my other favorite kinks. Free use.” I push the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet and running my hands over her body when she offers it up to me. “Being granted unlimited access to fuck my partner, or use her for my pleasure in any other way I want,wheneverI want.”

“Ryder,” she whispers, licking her lips. “I, um…”

“You what? You want me to keep touching you?”

“Yes.”

“Worshiping you?”

She makes a sexy little sound of surprise, and I lift her lush breasts, one in each hand, then bend down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moans, grabbing on to the back of my head when I release it, then gasping when I take the other one in my mouth. I could do it all day, but I want more.

And I can tell Lana does too.

I play my tongue over the tight little nub, then drag it up her throat and suck on the hummingbird-fast pulse fluttering at the base. “I want to fuck you.”

“Please.”

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