Page 36 of Snow Harm, No Foul

Her white teeth gleam when she grins and sidesteps me, heading for the near empty bin of decorations. We’re already on the third one, and the bar is starting to look brighter. Cheery, almost.

The final string of lights is gripped in her hand as I haul the ladder over to the next window and wave a hand at it.

“Up you go, then.”

She blows me a kiss while climbing the steps. “Thank you, kind sir.”

“I thought I was Scrooge.”

“More like Scrooge’s twin brother. The one who can be kind from time to time,” she teases.

The skirt of her dress is pulled tight across her ass as she lunges up the final step and balances herself there. I’ve never hated a dress more than I do this one. It’s so fucking long that it hides everything from her ankles up.

My heart jolts as I bring a hand to an exposed ankle and start dragging it up her calf, my fingers tapping softly the entire way. The smooth skin grows bumpy when she shivers and huffs a breath.

“Concentrate, angel,” I coo, climbing higher to the curve of her knee and inner thigh.

She whips her head back to glare at me and hisses, “I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

The heat from between her legs basks my fingers as they ghost over her bare slit. Her panties are in my pocket, stolen after my meal in the kitchen. I’m real damn thankful I chose to remove them when I did.

Her moan escapes at the same time my finger glides between her lips and sinks inside the tight hole that I’ve grown obsessed with.

“Hang the lights, Ivy,” I grunt, stroking her walls.

She lifts her arms, shaking while hooking the first side. Her pussy ripples around my finger, and I’m already done with not being able to see her properly.

“Take your arms out of the dress,” I demand with a curl of my finger.

The lights clatter against the wall when she releases the string and quickly works her arms out of her sleeves. Pale skin splattered with dark freckles appears, and then the dress is falling down her body and pooling at my elbow.

“Flawless,” I whisper.

Even from behind, with only a view of her elegant back, round, grippable hips, and plump ass, she’s a masterpiece. A photograph wouldn’t do her justice.

“Be honest, Niko. Be real,” she pleads.

I can tell that she’s got her arms folded over her front like the last time I had her naked in this bar. With her face hidden from me, I can’t see the pink tint to her cheeks or neck that I’d bet money on being there.

“You want me to be real, baby? Fine.” Gripping her hand, I pull her down the ladder and then force her to spin to face me, her dress forgotten on the floor. “One look at you and I knew I’d never seen anything so perfect. You’re gorgeous in looks, infigure, but also brains. There’s no part of you that I’d change. You were created with my every fantasy in mind.”

With a softer touch, I move her arm from her chest to rest at her side. Large, soft breasts with rosy nipples, a round belly, hip dips, and thick thighs I’ve grown to love pressing against my ears. Staring at her is enough to have my cock hard and aching.

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I’m going to look different in a few months.”

“You mean when you’re round with my baby?”

I cup her belly, rubbing the centre of it. She nods, lip quivering.

“I can’t wait to love you through every change. The good and bad.”

She blinks, and a tear drips down her cheek. “Promise?”

“I fuckin’ promise, angel.”

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