Page 136 of Sinning for Santa

So we eat. And eat. And eat.

Even though I’m the only female sitting at the table, the men don’t look uncomfortable by my presence, their banter and laughter easy to soak in as I watch these men, who seem more like a big family, enjoy a meal and time together.

“Is my little mouse full?” Devon asks, leaning close so only I can hear, and I nod, rubbing my belly.

“I have a food baby.”

“A what?” He laughs.

“A food baby.” I grin from ear to ear. “Every Christmas, Presley and I would see who could get the biggest food baby belly.” I pat my tummy, pushing it out more for effect, and Devon’s eyes darken.

“Woman if you keep doing that, I’ll throw you on this table and fuck you until I nut inside you ten times just to make sure I see your belly swell like that with my child inside it.”

My lips part and eyes widen, his words both formidable and alluring.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper and Finn leans in on my other side.

“He would.”

My brows shoot high and I turn my gaze to Devon’s best mate as he chuckles.

“Dev’s breeding kink with you seems to surpass the normal realm of playing with the risk.” He shrugs, like what he just said is no big deal. “He genuinely wants to knock you up, and he’d have no qualms with fucking you right here in front of everyone while we try to eat.”

My mouth forms an O as I shoot my gaze back to Devon, who simply shrugs and shoots me a wink.

I should be appalled right?

I shouldn’t want him, someone I barely know, to knock me up. And I absolutely shouldn’t get turned on over the idea of Devon taking me on this very table while his men watch.

But I do.

Fuck. I do.

Why do I want that?

Finn chuckles, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of his drink, while Devon’s eyes sear me from the outside in, like he’s wielding his dick magic and knows how it’s affecting me.

“You want me to fuck you right here, little mouse?”

The table falls quiet at Devon’s words, and never in all my life have I felt my cheeks burst with so much heat like they do this very second.

“We could clear away a few plates, make enough room to spread you out so everyone can see.” He slides his plate aside, one of his men taking it and passing it up the table, like they’d all be down for this. “I know you like to watch, so you could watch them fist their cocks, getting off on the sight of you shattering around my cock.”

I can’t breathe. I’m pretty sure my lungs have stopped working, and perhaps even my heart as my gaze roams over each lethal man to see not an ounce of disdain, only lust.

Oh.

My.

God.

Would Devon really do that? Let others see me?

The thought sends a thrill up my spine, and Cloud 9 comes to the forefront of my mind.

How many times have I wanted to step over the line and join in with the action?

How many times have I wished I was the female in the centre getting worshipped by the men, all at once, taking care of her? How many times have I wished it was me everyone was watching and getting off to?

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