Page 16 of Wicked Christmas Eve

“Eyes on me,” Cyrus demanded.

I jerked to meet his gaze. The color of his eyes had darkened to a deep, mesmerizing green that I was pretty sure I could get lost in for days. The intensity of that look both frightened and excited me while his fingers stroked in and out of me in a slow rhythmic motion until I began to pant.

My stomach muscles tightened as an orgasm began to build. How I had gotten there so fast was anyone’s guess. Even my trusty companion BoB couldn’t work me up this quick. But there it was. Any second now my body would explode and not only was I dying to get there, I no longer cared about anything else.

Between the alcohol creating a nice warm fuzz to the edges of my thoughts and the impending orgasm I was riding pretty damned high.

As if to emphasize everything building inside me, he swiped his thumb across my sensitive clit, making me strain in his direction as the release remained just out of my grasp.

Almost there… Oh God. What was happening?

Before I could reach the pinnacle I so desperately craved, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to my mouth.

I whimpered in protest, although part of me wanted to cry. I didn’t just want to be teased. I needed to feel something more. Something real.

“Open,” he demanded. “You need a taste of what I am going to do to you tonight.”

I blinked, hesitating only for a moment before I complied with his request. He slid them inside and watched me clean his fingers with each stroke of my tongue.

“Mmm. Maybe you are a dirty girl after all.”

“Cyrus, you should take her inside the playroom before you get busted for breaking the rules.”

The disappointment I’d felt at his withdrawal evaporated in a sudden cloud of embarrassment. How could I forget we were still standing in a bar? Heat raced up my neck and flooded my face.

Cyrus nodded, grasped my elbow and steered me toward the doorway that led to the back room. My stomach fluttered with nerves every step of the way.

“What about my—”

“Don’t worry. It's taken care of.”

I looked back to see the bartender had gathered my belongings and was placing them in a row of cubbies behind the bar.

“Maybe we should go over a few things. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said you were mine and there’s a damn good chance this is going to get a little rough. Do you have any hard limits?”

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