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“Baby, you ready for Santa Daddy to come down your chimney?” I grunt, barely asking because I already know she’s all in by the way she’s slurping my dick down.

“Mmm hmm,” she mumbles, her mouth full, and I can feel the back of her mouth tightening around my tender tip. My naughty elf is allowing me to take control.

I pause for a moment before sliding my shaft deep into her throat, little by little. She holds back a gag, letting me go even further, her tonsils brushing my cock. It takes everything I’ve got not to shatter instantly.

Alex’s eyes are on me, and she nods, saying she wants more. She’s all in, and I’m not stopping now. I grip her head tighter, pushing down slow, feeling her throat squeeze around me as she takes my cock deeper. Fuck, I thrust hard, and she freaks out for a sec, but then she's relaxing till her lips reach my pubes.

And she’s not saying a word.

We freeze like that, stuck together for a moment, and then, surprising the hell out of me, Alex shifts again, sucking and bobbing, working my dick like she's on a mission. It’s everything I can do to hold back, my balls pulsing. I'm struggling to stay in control.

But I’m done waiting.

As she keeps going, taking me deeper each time, I can’t help but think about how amazing it’ll feel when I finally shoot her with hot cum. The sight of her, all sweaty and glistening, my cock buried in her face, makes me lose it. My head falls back, eyes shut. I groan low as I shudder.

Giving one last push, I fill her throat up with my load. Alex purrs softly, as if she’s relishing every bit, gulping me up, emptying me out. I flop onto the bed, struggling to catch my breath, and she pops off me, grinning.

“Fuck,” I rasp, still gasping for air. “You’re one hell of a naughty elf.” Glancing at my watch, I frantically check the time. Fuck, that was so good, I no longer know what day it is.

“Is it time to leave already?” Alex asks as she wipes her lips.

“We’ve still got some time. Our naughty games are far from over.”

Chapter 14

Manda Mellett

Manda Mellett

Alessandra (Alex)

I’m worried about everything, especially the thought that Braxton is going to be leaving and heading out into something dangerous. However, I’m excited to see Mamá and Papá again. I’m also a bit anxious about what they’re going to say about my pregnancy. Neither is stupid and can do the math as well as anyone else. They’ll know it’s a result of a one-night—or rather, one-afternoon-in-the-back-of-a-truck-stand. Though they don’tneed to knowallthe details. To them, the timing might not be perfect, and they’d be right. Our current situation isn’t the best to consider starting a family, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

I think pregnancy hormones are hitting me hard because after Braxton had shown me more of the naughty things that Santa could do to his elf, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. In doing so, I wasn’t there to meet the plane, nor was I at the apartment to greet my parents. I was horrified when I woke up, but I’d also found another reason to fall in love with my man. He’d made all the right excuses for me, so I needed to offer no explanation.

Holding tightly onto his hand as I nervously walk into my apartment, mouthwatering scents of Italian cooking fill the air to greet me. The comfort food of home surprisingly does not make my stomach churn this time around.

When Papá had bought the apartment for me, I’d protested that the space was much more than one person would ever need, but now the large, well-appointed kitchen is coming into its own. It’s full of people, with the cacophony of the clattering of pots and pans. There’s a heated discussion between Granny and Mamá about the best way to cook pasta going on and mixed together with men’s voices loudly setting the world to right, it takes a moment for anyone to notice our arrival.

I use the time to stand and take it all in, choking down a sob at hownormaland homely the scene in front of me is. It’s a much-needed oasis of peace.

A person I hadn’t expected to see is the first to notice we’re here. “Alex!” Enzo takes no time to cover the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses my cheek before pulling back to check my face, frowning slightly. “You okay?”

“Tired,” I explain, not ready to admit that being pregnant is taking it out of me.

Braxton quickly has enough of my cousin monopolizing me and reclaims me with a possessive arm around my waist.However, he has to quickly relinquish me again, as now it’s Mamá who’s tugging me away from his hold and cuddling me.

“I wassoworried about you.” I wonder if she intends to suffocate me before she at last steps back, allowing me to draw a breath. It’s then I notice her eyes are glistening. “And my baby is having a baby.” She cups her hands around my face. “Are you happy?”

It’s an odd question. Someone’s trying to kill me and intends to wipe out our whole family. The father of my child has a rat in his club and is equally at risk, but as my mother’s concern leeches into me, I realize, despite the circumstances, I wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’m happy.” My hand moves down to cover my stomach.

Her eyes follow my action, and she grins, clapping her hands together excitedly. “I’m going to have a grandchild!”

“Don’t remind me.” Papá appears by her side. His face gentles when his gaze falls on me. In the next instant, with a straightening of his back, his features become tight, and he transforms into the mafia boss that he is when he shifts his focus to the man standing beside me. “You,” he points at Braxton, then at himself. “We need to have words. We’ll be in the den.” The last part I assume he’s addressing Mamá and me.

My mouth drops open, and my heart rate increases as Braxton obediently follows Papá out of the kitchen.

“Men.” Brushing the flour off her hands onto an apron decorated with snowmen, Granny steps up to me. She adds reassuringly, “Don’t worry about them. Let the two have a moment to posture and get it all out.”

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