Page 190 of Sinning for Santa

I want that.

I had that for a minute there.

And then it was gone.

The tattoos covering the man’s back are intricate, and remind me of Devon’s, and for a moment I wonder if it’s him up there.

But no. Devon’s taller. And he has a scar on his left hip, where this man doesn’t.

The man presses his dick to the woman’s back passage, and she hooks her arms under her knees and lifts them, opening herself up for him more as he eases inside her, even while the vibrator is still inside her pussy.

Ohhhh. She must feel so full.

My lips part as my breathing picks up, heat pooling between my legs at the sight.

I can feel my cheeks heat in one of my stupid blushes that always gives me away, and for a moment I feel like Devon is here watching me, the familiar sensation making me scan the crowd.

I freeze.

My spine stiffening and my lungs completely ceasing as a dark sinister grin catches my eye across the other side of the podium.

No… It can’t be.

Surely I’m imagining him again.

Surely he’s not really here.

I take a step to the side to see past the couple in the middle, and the bright lights illuminate the man sitting over the other side unmistakably.

It’s him.

It’s the devil.

Heat rushes through my entire body, and for a moment I want to cry. Tears prick at my eyes, but I force them back. I can’t be all pathetic here. This place isn’t about feelings. This place is about sex and exploration.

I don’t know what to do. Should I stay? Should I go? Should I do nothing?

His eyes are on me though. That much I’m sure about, and then he mouths, ‘hello little mouse.’

I spin, giving him my back, ready to walk away but my feet won’t move. They won’t let me run.

They are traitors, that’s what they are!

Glancing back over my shoulder, his eyes are still on me, but a woman is standing in front of him now, partially blocking my view.

I spin back and take another side step, wanting to see what she’s doing, when she leans in close and whispers something in his ear, pointing back over her shoulder at the podium.

Wait… Is she inviting him out there?

The moment he nods and grins, I feel a rush of anger burst through me.

Oh hell no.

Chapter forty-two

Devon

“I’m beginning to think I should have asked for more than five hundred,” Quinlan says before she straightens from my ear.

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