Page 102 of Sinning for Santa

It should be.

Because this is something else.

I come twice while Devon pounds into me, giving me everything I asked for and more. His deep voice rasps against my ear, telling me how good my cunt is, and his lips nibble at my neck and ear and lips, like he can’t get enough of tasting me.

Afterwards, I’m totally spent. For a moment I fear my limbs have dropped off because I can’t feel them, but the moment he scoops me up in his arms, and lays me on the sofa in his office, the feeling returns to my arms and legs.

“You’re going to fall asleep on me again, aren’t you.” He grins, rebuttoning my dress before tending to the mess between my legs, where he shoves his leaking cum back inside like he has so many times.

“We needto talk about your obsession with knocking me up,” I mutter lazily, and he chuckles.

“There’s nothing to talk about, little mouse.”

“If it was a ploy to stop my wedding, then you can stop now,” I mutter lazily. “There’s not going to be a wedding between me and Eddie.” I blink up at him, and he reaches out, stroking some of my hair off my forehead.

“It’s not a ploy to sabotage your wedding. I just want to see your round belly and know that you’re carrying my kid.”

I frown. “You make no sense. We still don’t even know each other.”

“On the contrary. I think I know you better than anyone else does.”

I’d blush if I had the energy, but since all my blood is most likely still near my coochie, there’s no rush of heat to my face.

He has a point, though. He does know me better than anyone else.

“Your reasoning has holes in it,” I counter and he smirks down at me, those dark eyes appearing more tender than I’ve ever seen them.

“It’s straightforward to me.”

I roll my eyes. “I think you’re the only one that sees it like that.”

Leaning down, he hovers his lips over mine. “My opinion is the only one that matters to you, little mouse.” Then he presses his soft lips to mine.

It’s another one of his gentle kisses that fills my chest with warmth I’ve never felt until he slammed into my life.

Is it weird that he makes me feel worshipped from both his gentle kisses, and the devouring ones?

For a little while, we chat about mundane things like TV shows, the best season of the year, and whether or not pineapple should be on pizza.

I’m a pineapple pizza girlie all the way.

At some point, I doze off, and when I wake a little later, I’m alone in his office.

My body acheseverywhere, in the best way, and as I sit up, I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

This whole scenario is weird, yet I feel so good. I feel like a veil has been lifted and for the first time, I’m truly experiencing who Jaxcen Summers is.

It’s a strange thought, given it revolves around sex, but I feel like it’s more than that. It’s like Devon has given me permission and a safe space to find myself, and I desperately don’t want to leave it.

I don’t want to go back to the person I was a couple of days ago. She’s no longer inside me.

I take a moment searching around Devon’s desk and on the floor for my panties and come up empty.

I bet he’s pocketed them again.

Cheeky bugger.

Spotting another note in what I’m becoming familiar with as Devon’s handwriting, I read it eagerly.

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