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“Is my Santa happy?”

“Very.” I smile. “Were you ok with what I just did?”

“Yes.” She nods, even as she blushes. “I like being watched.”

“Oh, I know. You’ve given me many shows once you knew the cameras were there.”

She giggles. “The best thing about what we just did was knowing you wanted me to do that too. It was hot.”

“Yes, it was. I’m so fucking hard right now,” I admit, and she nods.

“Well Santa, before we go and sort out your hard cock, can I ask one thing?” She says in all seriousness, and I sit forward in the chair, ignoring the mess she made.

“Of course.”

“Don’t ask me to fuck your brothers or anyone else outside of a sex club. And even then, don’t ask me to fuck one of your brothers there, either. Or sisters. They are off limits.”

What we did pushes a lot of boundaries. Sometimes things can get misinterpreted, and lines can become blurred. I’m not interested in being intimate with anyone else but Aggie, and I’m glad she is setting this boundary. It shows that her interests only lie with me, and that she’s not fair game to my family.

I’d fucking kill them, anyway. No way do I want them to touch her.

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corners of my lips. “I’m actually really glad you asked that. And I won’t ask that of you. Ever. I’m the only Marx that is allowed to have access to your body. No exceptions.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, relaxing her shoulders.

This is exactly what I need. A woman who will speak up no matter how uncomfortable it makes her. She’s fucking perfect.

Chapter seventeen

Connection

Agatha

CleaningupthemessI’d made doesn’t take too long. Griffin insists on taking care of most of it, and minutes later he retrieves our bags from the car and leads me upstairs to a bedroom.

The house has eight bedrooms, so some of Griffin’s siblings are bunking in together, and some went home since they don’t live too far away.

The bedroom Griffin closes us inside has off white timber panelling wrapping the walls, and a platinum velvet royal looking bed covered in crisp white sheets, with an array of neutral toned throw pillows. As I step further into the space, my eyes fall to the carpet, a beige colour that almost looks like it sparkles, and I feel my feet sink into its cushioned texture with each step.

“I feel like I’m going to make this room dirty.” I say, not realising until it’s too late how my words can be misinterpreted.

“I hope so.” Griffin grins wickedly, wagging his dark brows.

Smirking, I shake my head, moving to the bed to glide my fingers over the top sheet as I work up the courage to have a new conversation with my Santa.

“I need something from you.” I turn to watch Griffin’s brows shoot up.

“Anything. Name it.”

“Tonight, you’re my bitch.” I keep my face neutral, watching him closely.

“What?” He laughs, and I grin back, stepping towards him until we are toe to toe.

“Tonight, we do things my way. You playmygame.”

“And what is your game?” His rasp is low and filled with lust, making it hard not to climb him like a tree this very moment.

“Tantra.”

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