Page 148 of Sinning for Santa

“Should we put your theory to the test?” He quips and Allegra’s face turns bright red with anger.

“Ah, Devon. I really need your help with something.” I cut in, wanting to save the poor girl from the situation escalating purely due to a battle of wills.

Taking his hand, I tug him away from Allegra, who pokes her tongue out at him before turning her back and focusing on her work.

“Fucking teenagers,” Devon mutters, and I grin.

He sounds like a dad or big brother.

I can tell he cares about Allegra, but she’s certainly mastered the ability to get under his skin without getting herself killed.

Devon and I spend the day working side by side, helping the town’s people set up their stalls and prepare for the night ahead. Devon’s eyes travel over me every minute, leaving a searing path that gets harder to ignore each time he does it.

He must like me in red. Or maybe it’s because I’m wearing what he ordered.

Yeah, it’s probably that.

A few times, we find ourselves under a mistletoe, which I’m pretty sure is care of Allegra. I can hear her giggling each time Devon makes use of the Christmas tradition, taking me off guard and smacking his lips to mine before he whispers something dirty in my ear.

“I want to eat you.”

“I can’t wait to unwrap you and pash your clit until you soak my face.”

Or, my favourite. “I want to rip those panties off and fuck you right here on Main Street.”

Very inappropriate given there are minors around, but I’m pretending there are no such things here to witness something that dampens my panties from just the idea of it.

In the late afternoon, Devon and his men disappear to have a meeting, something which I notice they do a lot, so I go up to Devon’s suite and find my phone, calling my sister to see if she’s alright.

She cries at first, apologising profusely for the role she played in what happened after I got to her apartment, but I assured her I’m alright, and asked how Mum and Dad were.

I didn’t really hear what she said, mainly because I don’t really care, and eventually, I ended the call, feeling heavy at the fact I won’t be spending Christmas with her.

I miss my sister.

Around 6pm, the smell of cooking food draws me back down to the street, where several barbeques are fired up with sizzling meat and vegetables cooking. That’s when all the Santas appear.

Cheers ring out from the female community members as the Santas grin, no hat or beard hiding their identity for now.

I have to say, that’s one bunch of sexy Santas.

It’s weird seeing Devon’s men wearing red suits instead of their black clad uniforms. Especially Miles. He’s just too big to be a Santa.

“If you keep ogling my men like that, I’m gonna bring out my gun.”

Devon’s sinister voice rasps against my ear as he pulls me back against him, and a giggle escapes me as we both watch this tight knit community laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

“You promise?” I ask, biting my lip to hold back my teasing grin, and Devon spins me in his arms.

“Stop it. You’ll get my men killed, and I need them tonight.”

“To play Santa?”

“To protect my town.”

His words are laced with concern, and I glance over my shoulder again, noticing for the first time that although the men are wearing Santa suits, I can see the outline of some of their weapons underneath.

“Is something going on?” I ask, peering up at him to see his eyes taking in the street.

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