Page 185 of Sinning for Santa

I’m on the top level which opens out to a wrap-around balcony over the main floor below, and I immediately spot Eddie, shifting nervously on his feet as he takes in his surroundings.

What do you think, Eddie boy? Is this a yay or nay for you?

I snicker at my inner thoughts until I see Eddie stiffen, grip the railing and hone in on his prize.

Followinghis gaze, there, on the level below, I spot my little mouse, standing on the sidelines watching the orgy happening in the middle.

My cock starts to wake up for the first time in days at the sight of her in the black lingerie.

And fuck, her lips are bright red, making them appear more plump than they already are.

Fuck. Maybe I should have sent Finn to do this job.

How the fuck am I going to stay away from her?

I barely take any notice of the foursome in the centre of the room, my focus remaining on Eddie and Jaxcen, making sure I can at least see Eddie at all times.

The three of us remain in our places for quite a while. Me watching Eddie watching Jaxcen. Jaxcen watching the live porn show. Me watching her watch the live porn show.

Fuck. I want to be down there with her. I want to walk up behind her and whisper in her ear.

Just do it, little mouse. Take what you need.

Not that I like the idea of any man touching her, but fuck, I love watching her unravel, and I want her to flourish now that I’ve helped her unbind those invisible ropes that were holding her captive.

The moment Jaxcen takes a step closer to the action in the centre, the toes of those sexy fucking red heels nearly brushing the line that divides onlookers to those willing to participate, I’m about ready to leap over the railing and stop her.

I don’t need to though, because her shoulders slump, and she takes a step back. And then another. And another.

Disappointment courses through mefor her. She’s seeking something and is either too scared to take it, or simply can’t reach it, and I hate that for her.

In my distraction, I’ve lost sight of Eddie, and I stiffen, my gaze darting at every onlooker up on the balcony, trying to spot him.

Shit.

He’s not up here.

It’s then that I see him, behind Jaxcen, standing in the shadows where I should fucking be.

His gaze is on her, his fists balled, his anger evident, so I start to move.

Hurrying around the balcony towards the stairs, I watch as he approaches her side, and I move faster.

My eyes meet the security detail that is slowly closing in. They can’t technically do anything unless something happens, but it’s a relief to know Marco’s men are on their game, and my little mouse has others looking out for her.

“Let’s fuck.” I hear Eddie say as I move up behind them, not wanting Jaxcen to see me unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“No, thanks,” Jaxcen mutters, her voice strange. Flat. Almost defeated.

She doesn’t look at Eddie standing next to her. She doesn’t even recognise his voice. She just remains standing, staring, at what, I don’t know.

Leaning to the side, I see a man’s belt draped over the end of the lounge, realising that’s what Jaxcen is staring at.

Is she remembering my belt? The one I used on her that night in the chapel. How I hooked it behind her head and controlled her as I fucked her mouth? Is she remembering how I used it as a cuff, to secure her ankle to the confessional so I could keep her hips elevated to ensure my cum would remain inside her?

Fuck. I bet she is remembering that.

How easy it would be for me to take her hand, lead her to the centre and give her what she craves.

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