Page 31 of The Santa of the Mountain

“Cole,” she says softly. “You’re staring again.”

I exhale, long and slow. “Am I?”

She blushes and brings her pretty little fingertips to her neck, toying with her necklace.

“Mhmm,” she moans, making my cock twitch as her teeth drag against her bottom lip.

“I can stop if you’d like. I won’t look at you the rest of the time you’re with me.”

She smiles. “You wouldn’t last a minute.”

“I always last as long as it takes and then some.”

She shakes her head. “I bet you do.”

And you’re going to find out. I’ll make my girl beg for mercy. Shake and tremble. I’ll fuck her tight little hole so good she’ll never want to leave.

“But you’re right. I can’t stop looking at you, Kate.”

She sighs. “And to think, I just came back here for some clothes.”

I place the box on the ground and then reposition myself on the edge of the bed.

“On the bed,” I rasp, motioning next to me with a jerk of my head.

“Is that a command or the location of the clothes?”

“Why not both?”

I’m losing my grip on my self-control. It’s nonexistent at this point. I know what I want. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on Kate.

She pads into the room as the next track comes on. “An elf costume?” she says, laughing.

“A backup for my sister. Some leggings, shirts, and a sweater too. But I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind seeing you as Santa’s little helper.”

She stares at me. I stare back as my mouth dries.

“Is that what you want?” She takes a step forward. “Me in a little elf costume?”

“I want you any way you’ll give me.”

She smiles and it sends my heart racing as my cock pulses in my pants. Throbbing. Needy.

“Beginning to feel a little festive?”

“Very.”

My jaw flexes as every muscle in my body constricts, ready to snap as soon as my lips touch her bare skin. As soon as I see her bare skin. I’ll work her with my tongue. I’ll… I don’t even know what I’ll do to her, but after this, she’ll be mine. I’ll claim her pussy. Her fucking womb. There won’t be a question in her mind about who she belongs to. Kate’s mine. I’m hers.

“But Santa’s helpers are supposed to be good little elves, right?” She steps between my legs, dragging a finger down my chest, burning my skin like a red-hot poker. “They’re not supposed to touch Santa. They’re not supposed to kiss Santa.” She kisses my neck, my cheek, and my closed eyelids as that final thread inside me unravels. “And they’re definitely not supposed to have the kinds of thoughts I’ve been having.”

My eyes flare open, and I snatch her wrist.

“What kinds of thoughts have you been having?”

“Bad thoughts,” she breathes. “The kinds of thoughts that could put a girl on the naughty list if she went through with them.”

I tug her, and she craters against me as I wrap an arm around her, holding her in place. I kiss her neck. Lick her neck. Breathe in her decadent scent, filling my lungs and feeding the beast inside me.

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