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The funny thing was, he was enjoying their chat thoroughly. He’d made a pan of hot chocolate spiked with vodka on the stove and they’d drunk the whole thing. The alcohol loosened their inhibitions and helped his wound become nothing more than a dull throb. His mouth edged up as Mia finished telling some silly story. Although it took more than a couple mugs of vodka-infused cocoa to get him drunk, Mia was adorably tipsy, with flushed cheeks and the firelight glowing on her flawless skin.

Saint shifted on the couch, his cock responding to her. It was getting harder and harder not to touch her. The more he got to know her, the more he recognized a kindred spirit. Yes, they’d grown up under completely different circumstances, but they both had a gaping hole in their hearts from growing up unloved and without a family.

Maybe, together, they could fix that. He didn’t know how or if that was just a stupid idea. But what if they could fill the empty spaces they each harbored?

Speaking of filling each other up. His attention dropped to her full, luscious mouth. He was dying to get inside that sweet body again.Too soon, asshole.

She was giggling about something and he set his empty mug on the coffee table. He was done talking. Grabbing her facein his hands, he silenced her bright laughter with a deep, steamy kiss. The urge to claim her, to mark her as his, overwhelmed him.

Saint groaned into her mouth when she ran her tongue over the seam of his lips. She tasted like chocolate and he licked her back, savoring her taste. Just like the hot cocoa they’d enjoyed, Mia was sweet and addictive. Milk chocolate and marshmallows compared to his bitter, smoky self. She exuded such a bright, positive light while he was more of a dark side kinda guy. Dark humor, dark clothes, dark soul.

Not his kitten, though. She could be so playful one minute and a seductive siren the next. She was more than unexpected—she kept him on his toes.

Breaking her mouth away, her azure eyes glowed as she sent him a slow, sensual smile that changed on a dime when her eyes widened and she sucked in a quick breath. “I have to pee,” she announced, then hopped off the couch.

Saint laughed. She’d gone from politely saying “restroom” and not wanting him to hear her in the bathroom to announcing she had to pee. Clearly, she’d gotten over her initial shyness.What would be next?he wondered. The more time they spent together, the more bold she became, and he couldn’t wait to see what she revealed next. Somehow, he was becoming more than a little invested in what was happening between them.

With a satisfied grunt, he sank back against the cushions, contemplating all of the wicked things he hadn’t done to her yet. All the different ways he wanted to take her and make her his. Knowing he was the only man who’d touched and tasted her pretty pink pussy, whose cock had been deep inside it, made him shiver despite the roaring fire.

Things were getting complicated fast. His logical side told him to keep his dick in his pants. His dick, however, made a good argument about deserving some fucking—it had been far too long since he’d been allowed to play.

The moment Mia walked back into the room, swinging his handcuffs around her index finger and eyeing him like a piece of meat, Saint knew his dick just won the argument.

“What have you got there,kotyonok?”

“I thought maybe we could put them on you this time,” she murmured, strolling over and dropping down to straddle his lap. “For fun.”

He hiked a brow and smirked. “And then what?”

“And then I’m going to have my way with you.”

“Oh? Are you sure you know what to do with me?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind finding out.” Her fingers hooked the elastic of his waistband and she snapped it against his flat stomach. “Will you show me, Nik? So I can please you like you pleased me?”

Hunger and potent desire roared through his veins, and his dick was trying to escape the slit in his pajama bottoms. “Yes,” he said, voice husky. “But me first. And we don’t need the cuffs.”

Mia gave him an adorable grin and tossed the handcuffs, and he barely registered when they hit the small lamp on the table, knocking it sideways.

Chapter Sixteen

The flames crackled and they were sitting side by side on the couch after Saint had made a leisurely meal of Mia’s pussy. She leaned into him, her breathing returning to normal, as he ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. It looked like fire-tipped gold in the glow of the reddish-orange flames and he stared at it, mesmerized.

Saint wasn’t sure how or when exactly it had happened, but in all of the chaos, he’d found a safe harbor. Now he planned to enjoy every single moment of their time together because he knew whatever was happening was a temporary situation. Nothing good ever lasted in his world. It all turned to shit sooner or later. Working for The Agency was a prime example of that theory. It had started out as a dream job and then fell apart within six months.

Story of his life.

That’s why he had to enjoy this snowed-in bliss with Mia and focus on the present. Soon enough, the future would come and rip it all away. Wishing for anything else would be futile. Because once the snowstorm passed, he’d go after her father.

Besides, his wishes didn’t come true. Whoever was in charge of granting wishes ignored Saint. Always had.

Still, he couldn’t deny the very dirty yearning he had to see Mia’s mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him hard. He hesitated to use the word ‘wish,’ though, because then it wouldall disappear in a puff. But had he been dreaming of Mia giving him a blowjob? Hell yeah.

And now it was happening.

“My turn,” she whispered, sliding off the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of him. She reached for his pajama bottoms, tugged them down and released his thick length. His nostrils flared in excitement and unholy anticipation, and he spread his thighs, giving her room to work.

The firelight outlined her blonde hair, making it appear as though a halo surrounded her head. Her sweet nature was so at odds with his surly one. Tentative at first, she wrapped her hands around his hard cock. Then she leaned in and lightly dragged her tongue over his leaking tip.

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