Page 12 of Dirty Little Christmas

I run my thumb along the seam of her little boy-short panties. They're soaked through, her arousal practically dripping from them. She moans my name, her hands locked on my shoulders. I can't wait to feel them in my bare skin, her nails digging into my flesh while she's riding me.

"Quiet, little one," I murmur, slipping my hand into her panties. "We don't want anyone to hear what I'm doing to you, do we?"

She bites her lip, fighting a sob of pleasure. A soft, keening whimper escapes.

I guess we'll be testing just how soundproof my office really is next time we're there. She's terrible at the quiet game. She tries anyway, whimpering and shaking on my lap, her nails embedded into the threads of my vest.

She's dripping, her cream coating my fingers as I play with her, exploring every fold. Her clit peeps from between her bare lips, begging for attention. I can't wait until she's spread out beneath me and I can see every inch of her, watch every tremble. I plan to know her body better than she does.

I press my fingers against her little hole, teasing her there too.

"Daddy," she moans, throwing her head back when I work two fingers inside. Even soaked, she's virgin tight. Her hat tumbles off, freeing her gorgeous curls. They're plastered to her head and mussed. She still looks like an angel.

I curl my fingers up, searching for her sweet spot.

"Oh, princess," I breathe when I find it, my gaze riveted to the play of emotion across her face. Shock, awe, ecstasy. One chases the other in an endless parade, each one more fascinating than the last. "Daddy's in so much trouble with you."

"M-me too," she sobs.

I stroke her g-spot and clit at the same time.

She nearly levitates off my lap, cryingdaddyso loud I know the driver hears her. Hell, the car beside us probably does too. Let them hear. Let them know. This little one is mine. I've been denying her for two months, caught up in my own mind. I'm not doing it anymore. She can scream daddy for the world to hear, and I won't miss a beat. I've been fighting against it, worried what people would say about her, what they would think.

Let them judge us. They don't even know the half of it. I will protect her above all things. Love her above all things. Worship her. This woman isn't my plaything. She isn't a toy. She's my soul. We may say filthy things. We may do dirty things. But she is the reason my heart beats. I knew it the minute I met her. The last two months have merely solidified what I knew on day one.

"That's it," I growl, not letting up until she's soaking my hand and those panties. The sweetest little cries of ecstasy fill the limo, ringing out over and over.

"Daddy," she cries, as if she can't stop saying it now that she's finally allowed to do so.

I growl and tumble her backward onto the seat, coming down over her. Her legs go around my waist, her arms around my shoulders. I grunt her name, dry humping her like my life depends on it. I think it might.

"Goddamn, little one," I growl, kissing all over her chest. Alcohol dripped onto her skin here too, giving it a smoky edge. "There's no hiding it now. Everyone is going to know what daddy's doing to you."

"I'm s-sorry," she sobs, rocking beneath me.

I place my lips against the soft skin of her throat, nipping and kissing my way to her ear. "Don't be sorry, baby girl," I whisper, rocking my hips to hit her clit with every thrust. "I want them to hear. I want them to know how much you love it when daddy's playing with you."

"Daddy!" she wails, coming apart again.

I roar her name, releasing in my pants like a teenager.

To date, it's the best orgasm I've ever had.

Chapter Six

Georgia

"So this is how the one percent lives," I say, prowling around Blaze's home in avid curiosity. Everything is expensive, from the ebony floors to the crystal chandeliers overhead to the gorgeous antique furniture. His mansion sprawls along the side of a hill in Calabasas, not far from rockstar Saint Greenway, whose little sister attends collegewith me. Savannah lives in the same dorm building. I like her a lot. I like Blaze's house too.

It's so beautiful. I expected a fancy bachelor pad, to be honest. But this place is a real home. There are family photos on the mantle, and crystal vases on end tables. It's obvious he takes great care of the place.

"It was my mom's dream home," he says, watching me from across the room. He's sprawled across the sofa, his arms thrown over the back. He looks…satisfied in a way he never has before now. And I don't think it's the orgasm in the limo that did it. I think it's this, me in his space, looking through his things. "Alaric and I had them break ground the day she made her first billion."

"Really?"

He nods.

"That's really sweet, Blaze." I love that so much. My heart flutters.

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