Page 7 of Dirty Little Christmas

Was I born ready for her? Hell no. I was bornforher.

"Keep it up and the whole party will hear you screaming for me, Georgia," I growl in her ear. "Is that what you want? For everyone to hear me fucking my kid into you?"

"Blaze," she moans.

I know her number now, though. I saw it lurking in those eyes today when she said she's always wanted to sit on my lap. I'll let her sit. But she'll be bouncing on my cock the whole time.

"It's daddy to you, princess. Practice saying it," I demand, nipping her ear. "You'll be screaming it later."

I'm a little surprised when she doesn't immediately slap me across the face. Part of me expects her to do exactly that…and then flee in revulsion. But Georgia never does what I expect. She's perfect for me in every fucking way imaginable. So she doesn't slap me. She doesn't flee either. Instead, she whimpers my name in the sweetest voice I've ever heard.

"You can't say things like that." Her mouth says one thing, but her body says another. It quivers against mine. Those perfect breasts heave in her tiny top as if she can't stay still. As if she's hurting for me too.

"Yeah? I bet if I flipped that little skirt up right now, you'd be wet, Georgia."

"That's the problem!" she cries, turning wide gray eyes up to me. Jesus. They're so dilated with desire they perfectly match the storm clouds that roiled all afternoon. The storm moved on alittle while ago but looking in her eyes is just like staring out the window. Only Los Angeles doesn't stare back. My fuckingsouldoes. "I…I like it too much, Blaze."

Ah, fuck.

"Oh, little one," I breathe, wrapping my hand around her jaw. I bring her face up to mine, dropping kisses on that sweet mouth. I'm in serious trouble here. Those lips taste like candy. "Daddy is going to have so much fun playing with you tonight."

She sobs my name, letting me know I didn't misread anything. She needs a daddy, and she chose me for the job.

I take the opportunity her open mouth presents, thrusting my tongue into it. I'm too impatient to wait. I need to kiss this girl right the fuck now. She needs it too. I may be slow on the uptake, but I get it now, why she's been giving me hell for the last two months straight. She's been hurting for me. I want to howl at the realization that I've left the poor baby in pain.

No more. Never again. If she wants this, who the hell am I to say it's wrong? Nothing about her is anything less than right. Fuck anyone who doesn't agree. If she needs a daddy, I'll be the best goddamn daddy in this world.

I flick my tongue against hers, the blood thickening in my veins. Ah. God. I'm going to stay drunk on this girl. I already know it. I already feel it happening. One taste. That's the price of salvation. One kiss. That's the cost of my soul. There's no slipping into heaven for me now. Not when the road to hell is paved in glitter and doused with sugar like this.

Her tongue works with mine, tentative at first, as if she's testing it out. As if she's never been kissed before now. Fuck, she probably hasn't. She's an innocent little angel, and I'm about to dirty her all up.

I should probably feel badly about that. I don't.

I should probably put a stop to it. I won't.

She's mine.

"Goddamn, that mouth," I growl, backing her up against the door. She doesn't need any encouragement to climb my body. She does it like a pro, desperate to get back to my mouth. She's an eager little thing. I plant my hands on her ass, boosting her up to lock her legs around my waist.

"Kiss it again," she demands.

As if anyone could stop me.

I angle her head and give her what she wants, seaming my mouth to hers. Her breath trembles against my lips. I inhale it into my lungs, greedy for every part of her. I can live off her air. She'll live off mine. Nothing else will suffice. I've tasted heaven now. I'll tear it down brick by brick before giving it up.

I grind her against my erection, a little preview of what she'll be getting later. All nine inches of it. Repeatedly.

"Blaze," she moans, writhing in ecstasy.

"Holy shit."

Georgia freezes in my arms as soon as she hears Alaric's voice. I love my brother. Honest, I do. But right now, all I want for Christmas is to be an only child.

"Alaric, get out," I growl as Georgia scrambles to dismount. I refuse to let her go. She's hidden by my overcoat, pinned between my body and the wall. If he sees any part of her, it's the top of her elf hat bobbing as I grind her sweet center on her new throne.

I should stop doing that. I know I should…but I can't. I don't. She's so wet, she's leaving a spot on my pants. I fully intend for it to soak clean through my boxers before I put her down. If I have to go to this fucking party, my dick is getting at least a taste of her first. After two months, he's earned that much.

Georgia moans my name, shaking in my arms when my dick nudges her clit again.

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