Page 53 of Santa's Mistletoe Playbook

“To find your weaknesses. He said you’re a—” she gasped a little when I tugged harder on her hair, forcing her head back against my shoulder, but she didn’t raise her hands or pull away like I expected. “That you’re a huge pain in his ass.”

I huffed a soft laugh, staring down at her slightly parted lips. If I looked hard enough, the pinked tip of her tongue was visible. “You wanna know my weakness, Trin?” I covered her entire stomach with my hand, loving how my body curved around hers and she almost disappeared in my grasp. “My weakness is for tiny girls with purple ringed eyes and hair I can wrap my fingers around before I destroy her. Your brother wants information, huh? Let me give you everything he needs to know.”

I slammed my mouth over hers before she could take another breath, driving my tongue between her lips without asking permission. Her soft hum sent my blood rushing south as I ground myself against her round, tight ass.

Her back arched, and just as I thought I earned a slap from her, Trinity pushed up onto her toes, kissing me back. A groan ripped through my throat as I gripped her harder, pushing her forward until her thighs bumped the edge of the desk she claimed earlier.

“Dylan,” she whispered, her next breath shattering on the echo of my name.

I broke the kiss, staring down at her. My heart pounded, blood rushing in my ears. This was too close, too much. If she wanted me to stop I’d do it but damned if I wouldn’t find her again. My palms itched with the need to rip her clothes off, push her over the desk, and slide myself home. Maybe leave a handprint or three for good measure. Because this girl was mine.

“Yeah?” I rasped, sliding the hand at her stomach between her breasts to circle her throat.

“Took you long enough,” she murmured, her eyes falling closed as she tipped her chin up.

“Fuck, Trin,” I grated, closing my hand firmly on her slender throat, lifting her a little with my grasp. My knee slid between her thighs from behind and I hoisted her off her feet, bruising her soft lips with mine, and earning myself more of those little sounds she liked to give me. “You fucking tease.” I grazed my thumb over her pulse point, stalling when her breath hitched.

The frozen moment stretched out between us. Blood filled my cock until I strained for her hot flesh, my lips tingling with a need her kisses hadn’t satisfied yet.

Finally, my brain caught up and I sliced my tongue across her lips, searing the gingerbread and cream taste of her into my senses. I needed to remember her forever.

“Show me more of your weaknesses,” she gasped, right before I claimed her mouth again.

She clung to me, her hands curled around my wrists, her fingers not quite meeting around their girth. I let her hang on, tugging her V-neck top down and plunging my hands inside to cup her smooth, full breasts. My cock liked the feel of her nipples straining against my palms, my balls tingling in response.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants like a horny teenager,” I muttered. “Let me taste you.”

“You are a horny teen,” she whispered back, a sharp glimmer in her heat-laden gaze. “And you are tasting me.”

“Not like I want,” I whispered back, shoving her forward on the desk.

She caught herself, letting my hand between her shoulder blades push her face first into her scattered paperwork. Her bared tits squashed against the hard wood surface. I pulled her shirt out of her jeans, admiring the sight of her all spread out for me. Working on her pants, I managed to drag them down to her thighs, trapping her in place and tracing the black silky thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks.

“Jesus, that’s a sight,” I rasped reverently. “If you’re gonna object, Trin, say so now.”

She shook her head, still lying face forward on the desk like the good girl I asked her to be earlier. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I removed my hand, trailing her spine with my fingertips. “Don’t move from there.” I fell to my knees, running my nose the inside of her thighs and inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking heavenly.”

She whimpered as I pushed my face between her thighs and buried my tongue in her slit. I didn’t hear anything after that for a while, too absorbed in the creamy taste of her on my lips, but I did feel it when she gushed hot, filling my mouth with her release when I teased her clit. Her thighs quivered sweetlyagainst my shoulders where I spread her wide. Swallowing everything she gave me, I lapped her clean, then stood.

She still lay where I left her, her hands braced under her shoulders though her arms softened, breasts pressed flat to the desk. Her head tipped to one side, her hair damp where lilac curls pressed to her cheeks.

“Thank you,’ she whispered, reaching back slowly with one hand. “I’m still shaking.”

Fuck. Me. This girl is my forever. I swear.

I gripped her hand tight in mine, lacing our fingers together. “I’m gonna fuck you good, baby girl,” I murmured, tracing my other hand along her slit to her ass and back again in quick swipes, pushing her thong to one side.

Her thighs tightened, and she pushed back into my touch.

“Like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing the prettiest pink that crept around her neck in tiny tendrils.

“And this?” I collected some of her cream, playing with her folds as she sighed softly, her breaths picking up, and ran my fingers to her other hole. Her breath stopped altogether as I pushed against the puckered rosette, but she didn’t say anything, just closed her eyes tight. “You’re no stranger to anal, baby girl?”

“No. It’s good. But–” she stuttered a little. “It kinda hurts, and I hate that.”

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