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He wasn’t simply committing to a location; he was becoming the fucking mayor in a matter of seconds. Maybe it was from still being overstimulated from his impromptu sex toy escapade where I’d never be able to look at a Santa hat the same.

It didn’t take long until I was panting.

And moaning.

And of course, begging as he continued with his oral assault.

He never stopped working me over with his lips and tongue when he started to slide his finger into my warm, wet heat.

“Oh God…” I moaned, curving my back into the mattress beneath me. Coming undone from his touch.

He devoured me with his tongue and fingers, making love to me with his mouth. Sucking harder and more demanding with each passing second, to the point I thought I was going to pass the hell out.

A loud, rumbling growl escaped from deep within his chest. He was losing control, which made me surrender to his power over me.

I came.

I came so hard I saw stars, and still, he didn’t let up, making me come over and over again.

Against his mouth.

His fingers.

His tongue.

I started to convulse, my body moving of its own accord, and he instantly locked his arm around my lower torso, keeping me in place.

My back arched off the bed, my hands white-knuckled the sheets, and my body shook with so much force that I thought I would never stop coming down his chin.

“Oh God … ahhh…” I profusely panted, my body turning on me.

Orgasm after orgasm.

They were coming quick and fast, one right after the other.

“Please… Nicholas … please…” I squirmed, begging him to stop, tugging hard at his red hair to the point I thought I was going to rip it out.

His beard between my legs wasn’t something I expected to enjoy as much as I was. He released my clit with an unrelenting groan, not wanting to stop but allowing me mercy. Thrusting his tongue into my heat, he licked, ate, and swallowed up all my juices, and I swear it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen or personally experienced.

He sat up with a pleased and satisfied expression on his face, grinning as he wiped his lips and chin with the back of his arm. Showing me precisely how much of a mess I made.

And in true Nicholas smart-ass Saint Clair fashion, he teased…

“Looks like Santa isn’t the only one coming to town…”

CHAPTER 13

NICHOLAS

“For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled, breaking into Noelle’s house so easily.

I barely maneuvered the lock and walked right in. I placed my tools on the table and made my way to the kitchen. She was being difficult, saying she didn’t want to have breakfast with me. She claimed she had a meeting with a family for a hundred-person Christmas party coming up.

I didn’t expect her to welcome me with open arms after what happened last night, but I figured I’d at least get to bring her some coffee. Once I saw her jump into her SUV at nine in the morning, I got right down to business, knowing I had my work cut out for me. If she thought she could get rid of me that easily, she was in for one hell of a rude awakening.

I wasn’t going anywhere but back into her life where I belonged.

For the rest of the morning and by midafternoon, I was finishing up with why I was there in the first place. Grabbing a cold beer from her fridge, I made myself at home since she hadno problem breaking into my house the day before. I was simply returning the favor.

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