Page 42 of Subbing For Santa

Back at her house, I open the front door and carry her in, walking through the dark like it’s second nature, knowing exactly where the furniture is to avoid running into it. This is, after all, a house I own and manage.

I lower Aggie to the couch, her eyes still staying on my every move as I press a kiss to her forehead before standing and looming over her.

“I’ll be right back. Stay right there. Do not move off this couch.” I point a stern finger down at her and she scoffs.

“The game is over now. I don’t have to submit to you anymore.” She counters, smirking like she’s tripped me up, but I grin with a confidence that has her smile dropping from her face.

“We’ll see about that, little elf.”

Turning my back on her, I stride out of the house, quickly taking the path up to her meter box and find the key I hid nearby before removing the lock and turning her electricity back on.

When I return, I say nothing as I close the front door and stride back over to my little elf before scooping her up in my arms again. She doesn’t fight me, instead wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing herself close.

Poor little thing doesn’t even realise she’s already mine.

Passing through the bedroom, I step into the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the rail and lay it over the stone benchtop before lowering Aggie to sit on it. Then I turn to the bathtub and start filling it.

Now that we are in full light, I can clearly see how much she is taking in every inch of my face, her eyes roaming over it, memorising my features in fascination. She can now see that the thick hair she clung to is a deep brown, almost black, and my eyes are a similar shade. She’s probably wondering about my heritage, given my European appearance. And as her gaze travels over my arms, I watch her study my tattooed sleeve with interest.

As she continues to study me and the tub fills, I lean one shoulder against the shower cubicle, crossing my arms over my chest and pointedly study her back. My analysing eyes makes her squirm, and my lips quirk.

“You’re quiet, little elf. I thought you’d have questions.”

“I do.” She practically whispers.

“Are you going to ask them?” I wag my brows at her, trying to show her I’m not the monster I was by the lake not that long ago.

She shrugs. “I guess.”

Again, I chuckle and push off from the shower. “Let’s get you in the bath.”

Turning, I cut off the water, running my hand through the bubbles before shaking them off and moving back to her still perched on the benchtop.

“Arms up.” I command, and she hesitates, her eyes staying locked on mine as she continues to study me.

I don’t wait for her to obey. Instead, gripping the hem of the shirt, I tug it upward so she has no choice but to raise her arms. My eyes unashamedly fall to her chest, her nipples peaking to attention under my gaze. When my eyes travel further south, Aggie darts her hands to cover her pretty pussy and I throw my head back, laughing.

“I’ve already met your sweet pussy intimately, Aggie. There’s no need to hide it from me.”

“I don’t care.” She snaps, keeping her hands in place, and I suck my lips in, trying to hold back more laughter before I scoop her up in my arms again.

When I lower her feet into the hot water, she hisses out in pain as the scrapes and tiny cuts on the bottom of her feet react.

“Shit, sorry.” I rasp, hoping she hears how genuine my words are as I change positions and lower her into the water arse first this time.

Aggie keeps her feet raised up out of the water, and I dart out of the room, grabbing one of the large throw cushions off the couch before returning to my little elf. I immerse it in the water, not caring if I ruin it. I’ll just buy a new one.

I notice Aggie’s expression, her brows shooting up as she watches on with curiosity, before I gently guide her feet to rest on top of the large cushion up out of the water.

“So, this house is yours?” she asks, and my eyes lock with hers before I nod and stand again.

“Yes.”

“And that’s how you were able to get in whenever you liked, and how you set up cameras?” she asks with no anger, just curiosity.

Again, I nod. “Yes.”

“You know that’s illegal, right?”

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