Page 28 of Guarded By the Krampus

Satin quietly gasped and put her hand on top of mine. “You…you could do that?”

“I think so,” I said. I was pretty sure Royce hadn’t fired me, and I had a fantastic in with my branch of the MSA’s IT department. “Although you would definitely have to pay me.”

She rose up in her seat. “In what?” she asked, in an aggressive purr.

It was like her voice was lightning and my dick a lightning rod—but I didn’t want anything about our relationship to actually be transactional. That wasn’t me.

“It’s the kind of thing I would do for any client, Satin,” I quickly clarified. “I was just teasing.”

But the corners of her lips still curved up. “I wasn’t,” she said, and lifted the armrest between us.

I was frozen, as she leaned toward me, over the aisle. “Lay down, Ace,” she commanded—and I did so at once.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

My body took up most of the space between the opposing rows, but Satin didn’t seem to mind as she crawled out on top of me. My dick had already lifted up my kilt, which meant that when Satin rested her hands on my chest and straddled my midsection, the soft skin of its underbelly rubbed against the silk of her pajamas, right beneath her crotch.

“Oh, fuck,” I rumbled. It was clear she meant business—and whatever she wanted to do with me, I was going to let her. But—last night hadn’t been that long ago—she had to be sore. “You sure you’re down for round two?” I asked her, with the last bit of common sense I possessed.

Her hands curled into the shaggier V of fur atop my chest. “Yeah,” she said, grinding down, biting her lips, giving a sigh. “I—I like you.”

It wasn’t love, and she said it like the words cost her, but my heart still thrilled to hear it.

“Yeah? I like you too,” I confessed.

“Not just your dick?” she teased. “But—the rest of you?”

“Yeah, Satin,” I said, grabbing her hips. This way I could drag the silk between her legs up and down all of me. She leaned forward and let me, and I knew I was hitting her clit. She quicklypulled off her top and flung it away. “Now these,” I commanded, meaning her pants.

“You do it.”

I ripped them in two at once.

She wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them, and I felt the soft, hot skin of her pussy rubbing on my shaft immediately.

“Put those on my tab,” I told her, while she started to arch her hips and moan.

I wanted all of her wet, and all over me. I could feel her heat building, so fast, like she was a match and I was a strike-pad—and for the first time I had hope it wasn’t just me in this.

Plenty of other MSA guys had found human women to be with—of course we’d talked about our situations some.

And in the end, not a single one of them had fallen alone.

If my body called to hers—maybe hers wanted to call back.

“Ace,” she whispered, fighting my hands to stay still, before she rocked back and reached down, spreading her pussy wide between her fingers where I could see. I was hit by a wave of her scent, at the same time as I saw all of her folds were glistening, a flushing a dark pink from the friction. I made to grab for her—but then she suddenly leaned forward, planting hands on both my shoulders, picking her hips up.

“Line it up,” she demanded.

I was going to ask if she was sure—then I decided to take her at her motherfucking word. I reached down, lassoed the top half of my cock with a palm, and brought myself up in between her legs at once.

She settled back and gave a small grunt when she made contact, but didn’t press further—she just moved her hips up and down, drenching my slit far better than I could ever manage with my tongue.

I groaned, and ran my other hand into her hair, pulling her face into my chest, so I could watch her heart-shaped ass bob above me.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, in a hushed tone. “Always.”

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