Page 97 of Naughty Santa Daddy

I brush past her and flip on the hot water. Behind me, Hadley moves. I refuse to turn to see what she’s doing.

Right before I step underneath the spray, her voice reaches me.

“You said I was your woman. If you can’t give me any other answers right now, at least tell me that.”

Heaving a breath, I tip my head back. “Will it make a difference?”

A heartbeat passes. Two.

“No,” she whispers.

Something inside of me settles. My disquiet eases. She’s mine. My woman. Mine to keep, protect, and love.

Mine.

“Let’s try this again,” she says quietly but firmly. “Did you kill someone?”

“Yes.”

I step into the shower. The water hits me in a hot stream.

Hands glide down my back. Pleasure jolts through me at the feel of her soft fingers. She slips in front of me. As tough as sheis, she’s so much more delicate than me; I add a little cold water so she won’t be scalded.

Water rains over her, plastering her hair to her head and sluicing over her golden skin. She grabs the bar of soap from the holder inlaid into the marble. I think she intends to soap me. Instead, a cat-like smile curves her lips and she glides the bar over herself, sets it down again, and uses her hands to lather the soap.

She crooks her finger at me. If my fucking life depended on it, I can’t resist. She presses into me and shimmies, her body transferring the soap to mine. I dip my head and take her mouth as she continues her movement, wrapping her fingers around my cock in the process.

She tastes so fucking sweet. My dick surges into her hand. She’s still soaping me. I caress her nipples. Immediately, she pulls her mouth away.

“No. Don’t touch me yet.”

I want to ignore her order, but I can’t.

She grabs the soap again. This time, she does use it on my skin instead of her own. I consider ignoring her command, but she’s so sweet right now I don’t want to ruin the moment. I shove aside my need to take charge.

When I’m sufficiently soapy, she quickly lathers herself up, turns toward the water to rinse off, then takes her position behind me again. As the suds wash away from me, she places tiny kisses along my back. My nuts throb and the base of my spine tingles, so I turn to her.

She smiles at me. I run a finger down her belly, over her mound, and then between her folds, circling her clit in the gentlest caresses. I slip a finger into her and increase the pressure against her clit.

“Massimo,” she breathes.

I brush my lips over hers. She grinds against my hand. “I love licking your pussy,” I whisper against her ear. She shivers. “You have the sweetest cream,Bellissima.”

She groans.

“So soft. The next time, I want you to ride my tongue.”

She shatters, and I cover her mouth with mine, absorbing her screams and lifting her into my arms.

Limp, her head lolls against my shoulder as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I thrust into her and lose myself in the grip of her pussy walls.

Hadley

Anticipation fills the eve of Christmas Eve. It’s been three days since Massimo returned to the cabin after leaving me in the early morning hours. I’d been asleep, but it was restless, and his movements awakened me, though I didn’t let on.

Time alone gave me a chance to come to grips with how much I’d ignored the lack of birth control. Not only that but the realization that Massimowantsme pregnant. I should feel a little more panicked and outraged. Instead, it’s…anticipation. The idea of a real family to call my own and a relative who shares my love. Not just a relative, but a baby.Massimo’sbaby.

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