Page 189 of Sinning for Santa

The bakery down the road is where I’ve been working ever since. They decided to take a chance on me, even though I didn’t have the experience, and now I’m working five days a week, earning just enough money to start saving a deposit to get my own rental again one day soon.

Dianne and Pete are great bosses, and I’ve made a few friends with the other staff, which is something I’ve never bothered with before. I’ve even been asked out on dates by the coffee cart guy, the postie, and a regular customer.

I said no to them all. I’m not sure why. They were all decent looking guys and seemed nice enough, but they just weren’t… him.

I’ve had the urge to return to Cloud 9 more frequently lately, but haven’t summoned up the courage yet.

When I last went on New Year’s Eve, Eddie had followed me there. He tried to drag me into the centre, but luckily the security guards were on their game, and the ordeal was over quite quickly.

If it wasn’t for their good security, I wouldn’t be contemplating returning to the club at all.

But I am, even though before Eddie had interrupted me, I had decided to leave. I had no interest in anything there. All I could think about was Devon, and it hurt more than I thought it would.

I haven’t seen the devil since he practically banished me from his town. Sometimes I think I can feel his dark eyes on me, but that’s nothing more than hope messing with my head.

He said I’d never return to Woodall Ridge, and I’m starting to believe him.

It’s now Valentine’s day, and Presley has gone out on a date with some new guy she met at a bar last weekend. I kinda thoughther and Liam were starting something up, but she hasn’t spoken about him since New Year’s Eve, so I guess I was wrong.

I received a special invitation from Cloud 9, inviting me to their Valentine’s Evening giving me free entry as an apology for what happened with Eddie in their facility.

It’s not necessary to give me free entry, but I’ve decided to take them up on the offer, and slip into my red lingerie this time.

Feeling bolder.

Feeling a little wicked.

Maybe tonight’s the night I’ll step over the line.

The club is packed when I arrive, more people in attendance than any other time I’ve been there. It makes me both anxious and excited. Maybe I can step over the line with someone in the crowd. A gentle caress. A sensual touch. Just… something.

Once my clothes are stored in my locker and my mask is on, I enter the top level, taking my time to watch from the balcony.

There’s a couple below. She’s spread open for him, while he inserts a vibrator inside her.

When she moans and arches off the chaise, I feel the beginnings of pleasure stir between my legs.

Her hair is blonde, and his hair is dark, and for a moment, I imagine it’s me and the devil.

Maybe that’s all I have to do. Imagine Devon is the one pleasuring me, instead of some random guy.

With that thought in mind, I move to the lower level, where the crowd is thicker and I see that many couples are going at it in every direction I look.

Oh.

Wow.

Heat courses through my veins and I pretend every man I see is him. I pretend they are the devil.

To sayI’m horny is an understatement. Even if I decide not to touch another person here tonight, I’d have no problem touching myself over what I’m seeing.

Absent-mindedly, I cup my breast as I weave through the writhing couples, wanting to get a closer look at the show in the centre where the lights are bright, and you can literally see everything.

I can feel the heat of the bright lights as I approach the line, not getting too close, my eyes watching the couple.

Now the man is lathering his dick with lube while she uses the vibrator on herself, watching him with hungry eyes. They are familiar with each other, and either the wedding bands on their fingers are for each other, or they are married to others who may or may not be watching right now.

Either way, the fact they know each other, and are so turned on pangs at my heart.

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