Page 54 of Santa's Mistletoe Playbook

My girl loves filthy talk, but getting hurt scares her. Noted.

Another sliver of information I filed away under her name.

“We can play later. I can stretch you gently so it never hurts, and all you feel is that fucked up pleasure of having a man in your ass,” I promised, my voice deepening at the though of sliding into her lubed asshole and watching her cheeks heat at the depraved sort of fucking I’d teach her to enjoy.

“Dylan,” she moaned, pushing her ass back into my cock. “Please, need you. Inside me–” She stumbled over her words and swallowed hard, unmoving just like I asked.

I swept the hair from her cheek and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Doing what you promised.” I worked my cock free, palming myself and yanked a condom from my wallet, rolling the rubber on as I teased her mouth gently with my tongue. “Any requests?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, and I ran the head of my cock between her folds as encouragement.

“Can you lick my neck?” she murmured lazily, still in the aftershocks of her orgasm against the head of my cock lodged in the entrance of her tight little pussy.

“I can do that, baby girl. Whatever you need,” I promised, pushing in an inch, letting her get used to my size. “Fuck, you’re tiny.”

“You feel huge,” she whispered, her eyes closed as tight as they had been when I played with her ass.

Any other day that would be a compliment, but I knew my size, and how small she felt, gripping my swollen length.

“You can take me, Trin. Let’s go slow and get you ready for a really good fuck.”

I leaned forward, sliding another inch into her slicked heat, her arousal easing my way. Her neck was soft beneath my lips as I sucked and nibbled there. She moaned, tilting her head as I found all her sensitive spots, arching against the desk.

I slid my hands under her, finding her nipples and playing with them gently, twirling the sensitive peaks between forefinger and thumb. “Imagine me sucking these while I stretch your little asshole with a slim vibe, making you hold it inside you, all slick with lube just to make it fun.” She gushed on me, and I grinned into the slope of her shoulder, flicking my tongue out to lick up beads of sweat. “I could move it in and out gently,” I rocked intoher the teensiest bit, “and watch you unravel as you work out how much you need me to fill you there too.”

Her moan ripped through me, and through her, too. Trin cried out and I slammed my way home, filling her and gritting back my own orgasm as she came around me.

“Fuck, glad you like that image too, baby girl. Because after Christmas I'm gonna do exactly that to you.”

I gripped her hips, willing my release back as I began to move hard inside her, rocking through wave after wave of pleasure that assaulted her tiny body. She rubbed back against me, her moans and cries melding as I fucked up both into oblivion on her desk, and made her all mine.

CHAPTER FOUR

TRINITY

I curled into Dylan’s chest, my cheek resting just below his shoulder. His heart beat slow and steady there while I trembled in his arms, my body still recovering from the hard sort of love he promised me and delivered. I’d had a fair few boyfriends through college and one pathetic attempt at a one night stand, but none of them came through like Dylan. The boy gave as good as he promised, and I doubted my legs would work properly any time soon.

Pity it’s a one off thing.

Because the only part I didn’t believe in was his sweet talk about Christmas dinner.

Hell, I was just a girl he picked up at college, even if it wasn’t his campus, and he had every right to be angry with me when I tricked him.

I’ll have Lachie’s head on my kitchen table for this.

I promised I’d never do the aggressive sort of journalism others lunged for, diving into people’s lives in damaging ways. That never appealed to me. Sharing information freely was the goal, not stripping others down and baring their secrets for a big buck. I wanted to understand how people ticked, but I let a pithypromise to my brother cloud the one I made to myself when I enrolled at Blackstone.

Still, Dylan could have spanked me, and if he’d been an asshole, I would have been in real trouble. He played for the enemy for fuck’s sake. But just like before he couldn’t keep his hands off me, or mine off him. I clung to him even now as he held me like he shouldn’t. The snow eased back enough for me to be able to see the buildings across the quad from my office, but he still hadn’t moved. Neither had I, except when he kissed me.

And by all the gods, could that man kiss.

My lips were tender. I didn’t need to touch them to know that. He kissed me nearly as long as we sat tangled together, gentle, reassuring caresses that chipped away at my heart every time he brushed his open mouth over mine, his hold tightening almost possessively.

“You’ve got a filthy little mind in there, haven’t you?” Dylan broke the silence, stroking my hair like he had since we collapsed on the floor together in a bundle of limbs.

He helped fix my clothes but when I pushed away from him, he silently gathered me into his arms, creating a wall of muscle I could hide behind. Which I had for the last hour or maybe two. Many body parts had numbed, but he felt too good wrapped around me to risk moving.

“What do you mean?” I murmured, tipping my head back.

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