Page 167 of Sinning for Santa

They haven’t been apart since.

I want that.

No. No. No.

I fucking can’t have that.

I need to punch myself in my own fucking face and knock some sense into me, yet here I fucking am, leaving on the hat, ready to be her Santa.

“You want to sin for a man in a red suit?” I ask, and she nods.

“Notjust any man.” She starts undoing the buttons down the front of the red top. “Just you. Naked. Wearing that hat.”

Her grin is playful as she parts the red shirt, exposing my chest and abs.

“Does the idea of it make you wet, little mouse?”

“Anything involving you makes me wet,” she admits easily, and something about that makes me feel fucking primal.

Like I want to stand out on the balcony and beat my chest for all of the land to hear my claim on this woman.

“Really?” I smirk, before manhandling her to the end of my bed and dropping to my knees. “Let’s have a look then.”

I grin up at her, those blue eyes wide with surprise, like she is only just catching up with what’s happening.

Reaching forward, I press my fingers to the apex between her thighs, the lacy fabric already damp as I glide my digits over her centre.

“You’re right. You’re already soaked.”

She whimpers and nods, her hands bracing the bed behind her as she licks her lips and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.

“How long have you been like this?”

“There’s no end to it when you’re around.”

“Fuck,” I growl, not realising how much I needed her to say that, so I push my head between her legs, gliding my tongue over the damp fabric as she widens her stance.

I tease her with my fingers, pressing into her tight hole, letting the fabric sink in only as far as it will allow, edging her, revelling in her mewling cries as she starts to grind on my face.

Her clit is swollen, easy to find under the fabric, so I tease it too, keeping that barrier there, letting her pleasure build so intensely that it makes her frustrated when she can’t take it further.

“Atta girl, Jax,” I rasp against her mound. “Fuck my face.”

My words send her spiralling, but she still can’t get there, something I’m well aware of, and when she least expects it, I quickly tug the fabric aside and latch onto her bare clit.

Her screamis loud as she chases her climax, and the moment I sink three thick fingers inside her, she clamps down around them in an explosion of pulses and spray and cries that I never ever want to forget.

When she slumps back on the bed, I ease my fingers free, standing and pressing them to her lips.

“Open.”

She does, her lids darting wide too as she sucks her juice off my digits.

“Look what you did to me, little mouse,” I say, watching her gaze shift from mine to my chin and chest as I pop my fingers free of her plump luscious lips.

“Oh… uh… I’ll get a towel.”

“Nope.” I chuckle as she tries to push off the end of my bed, holding her in place. “You’ll just have to endure it.”

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