"Just came to let you know they're ready for you downstairs," Alaric says.
"Out. Now," I growl.
"Yep, leaving." The door clicks closed behind him a moment later.
"Kiss me, Georgia," I demand, nipping her bottom lip.
"Blaze."
"Kiss me, little one," I growl.
She jumps to obey, crashing her mouth down on mine so hard our teeth clack together. I use my hands on her ass to grind her against me, listening for the hitch in her breath and the way she sobs every time I hit the right spot.
"B-Blaze, I…"
"What's my name, Georgia?"
"D-daddy," she whispers. "Daddy."
"Good girl." I kiss her again, playing with her tongue like it's my favorite new toy. Who am I kidding? Every spot on her body is my favorite new toy. And I'm not sharing a single fucking part of it. No one sees her. No one touches her. I will destroy anyone who thinks of testing me. "Now, be a real good girl and come before we get caught again. You don't want daddy in trouble, do you?"
"No," she sobs. "No, daddy."
I groan when she works her wide hips, helping me get her off. Fuck, we should have been doing this two months ago.
I'm an idiot. Big time.
She comes with a sharp cry of release, as if she's needed it desperately. Somehow, hearing it makes me rage and fills me with an overpowering sense of relief at the same time. I'm fucking livid I left her hurting for this long. I feel her relief so acutely it's as if it's my own.
I watch her as she rides it out, the prettiest little elf I've ever seen. She's flushed the sweetest pink, her lipstick all messed up, lips parted. My beard left little marks on her skin, branding her as mine. She's a vision, exactly what I wanted for Christmas.
Goddamn, I can't wait until this party is over.
Chapter Four
Georgia
"Oh, Santa is here," a bottle blonde says, stumbling toward the throne-like chair where Blaze lounges, scowling out at the party. He's the surliest Santa I've ever met in my life. The sexiest too. The lobby of the building is decked out like the North Pole. It's over the top Christmas perfection. He should look ridiculous sitting amongst candy canes and gayly painted wooden props in his dapper costume.He doesn't. He looks exactly as gorgeous as I knew he would. Even with his beard dyed white and a permanent scowl, there's no denying that he's one sexy Santa.
Every time his eyes meet mine, an inferno rages to life inside me. We've been at this for over an hour, and I'm still jittery and shaking, still riding an orgasm high. I've never come that easily or that hard. But hearing him call himself my daddy, teasing me about getting in trouble if we got caught…if I wake up in my bed and this is all a dream, I'm never celebrating Christmas again.
"Do I get to sit on his lap?" the blonde asks, licking her lips.
I thrust out a hand, halting her before she can plop her ass down in his lap. I have no idea who she is, but I don't like her. She doesn't work for Blaze and Alaric; I know that much. Then again, most of the people here don't. Everyone who is anyone showed up tonight. It's a good thing Blaze refused to let me leave the sewing room without putting on his overcoat because we've been taking pictures with drunk socialites and social media influencers all night. I probably look ridiculous in his coat, but at least I'm not in danger of flashing my panties at the entire party.
"No," I snap to the blonde.
"It's Christmas. I want to sit on Santa's lap," she whines like a two-year-old.
"No one sits on my lap," he growls, his eyes snapping fire at the drunk woman. "Take your picture or move the fuck along."
"Santa is a dick," she sniffs, stumbling off.
"You're paying for this later," he warns me, eyes narrowed.
"It wasn't my idea." It was totally my idea. But I'm blaming Alaric. He's not here to defend himself so it works out great for me. Besides, I'm pretty sure he lied to me today when he said Blaze knew their Santa went to jail and would be fine with taking his place.
"Alaric," he says.