Page 48 of Subbing For Santa

“Right. I’m on a need-to-know basis, am I?” I hiss through clenched teeth, and he gives me a single nod. It’s not enough. “You need to leave.”

“No. I need to fuck you again.” He deadpans.

“Like hell! Get the fuck out!”

He doesn’t let me say anything else, instead his lips slam into mine as his arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his naked skin. I fight it for a moment, fear causing me to react, but then his tongue breaches my lips, and I forget my fucking name.

As I relax into his embrace, his arms loosen, and I grip his bare back as a frenzy takes over us. Griffin’s hands come down to cup my arse, and a second later, he lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist before he steps out of the bath.

I momentarily worry he may slip, but with the press of his erection against my core, I quickly forget all rationality.

My arse meets the benchtop he perched me on earlier, and I feel him positioning himself at my entrance. I should make him stop, but this feels too good. Too right.

With a brutal thrust, Griffin impales me. I throw my head back, breaking our kiss as he fills me and starts thrusting. I release a moan as his lips sear a path down my neck, his hand slipping between us to start working on my clit.

“You’re mine.” He rasps, nipping at my nipple, but I ignore his words, keeping my focus on the tantalising sensations building inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine, Aggie.” He growls, this time fisting my hair with his free hand to direct my gaze to his.

I shake my head, closing my eyes as my hips meet his thrusts, desperate with need.

“Aggie!” He hisses again, and my eyes fly open. “Say it.”

“No.” I pant, barely able to speak.

Growling, he tears his magical fingers away from my clit and stills, and like the desperate bitch I am, I whimper.

“Why won’t you say it?” He rumbles and I stare back at him with wide eyes.

“Because I don’t know you.”

“Your body knows me, Aggie. I know you can feel it too.” His thumb brushes over my lower lip, his eyes watching its path. “The way we connect like a puzzle piece. The pull our bodies have on each other. The way we fit together just right.” His eyes lock with mine again. “Tell me you can feel that.”

“Just because I feel it doesn’t mean we are meant to be together. It’s just attraction. Lust. My body might know yours, but you’re a stranger to my heart.”

“You’re not a stranger to mine.” He rasps, frowning.

“Maybe, but I’m still playing catch up here. You’ve been getting to know me before I even knew you existed. I can’t just give myself to a man I don’t know.”

“Shit.” He whispers, leaning forward to press his forehead to mine. “Will you let me in so I can show you who I am?” His hand leaves my hair and comes to rest over my heart, and hell, emotions rise in me that I’m not the least bit prepared for.

Griffin begins to thrust again, slowly, his eyes remaining locked with mine. “Please let me in.”

Gone is his demanding tone. His voice is almost pleading, and I’m helpless to refuse. Biting my lip, I give him a single nod, and it causes a small grin to lift his lips.

“Fuck, Aggie. I’ve waited a lifetime for you to come into my life.”

His words take me by surprise, and so does the kiss he plants on me, not giving me a moment more to dissect just how serious he is about this.

We quickly fall back into our frenzy. His fingers, dick, and lips all knowing exactly what to do to set me ablaze and shoot me to the stars. By the time the echoes of my screams dissipate, we are left in a tangled panting heap on the benchtop in the bathroom.

“Fuck. I’ll never get enough of you.” He groans, nipping at my ear, before I push at his chest.

“Stop trying to hypnotise me with your dick.”

A laugh bursts from him, causing him to slip free from between my legs. “Is it working?”

“No.” I shake my head, falling serious. “You still need to leave. This is all… too much.”

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