Page 31 of Sinning for Santa

“Are you hungry, love? Would you like a taste?”

Chapter seven

Jaxcen

“Yes.” My murmur is quiet, and it takes me a hot second to comprehend what I just did.

A gasp rushes past my lips as my eyes go round in horror, and I slap my hand over my mouth.

What is happening right now?

I’m standing here, in this utterly divine suite, which is annoying to say the least, that this man has such good taste, and I’ve been staring at him undressing.

My cheeks are on fire, yet my gaze drops back to his bare chest, and oh my God, he does one of those peck flexes like he’s wagging his nipples at me.

I cover my eyes.

“Stop. No.” I rush out, trying to cover up my huge fuck up.

His deep raspy chuckle meets my ears, clearly finding my embarrassment hilarious.

“Are you sure? You do look kind of hungry.” His tone teasing, I spin on my heel, giving him my back.

What the hell is happening right now? I should punch him. Or knee him in the balls, yet all I do is stay rooted on the spot, for some reason not wanting to put any distance between us.

A knock on the main door of the suite makes me jump, and I hear Devon’s zipper behind me as he obviously does up his fly. A second later Devon strides past me, the tanned inked skin of his back rippling as he moves. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him, finally able to see the intricate design that adorns his skin covering most of his back and down his arms.

The urge to follow him and trace my fingers over his tattoos is almost overwhelming, yet I somehow manage to keep my feet planted on the spot as he moves to open the door, revealing the little old lady he calls Mabel, that I met in the kitchen before.

“Here you go, Mr Marx.” She smiles warmly at him, and I have to wonder why she doesn’t seem scared of him. “My apologies for taking so long.”

I’m not sure why she’s apologising. She didn’t take long at all, but I get the feeling she may do that a lot as Devon waves her apology off, which makes me think she has past trauma.

“No apology needed, Mabel. Thank you very much.” Devon offers her a warm smile back, and I frown.

Strange. I didn’t peg him to be civil.

Mabel places the tray of food down on the round dining table, and her eyes meet mine, shooting me another warm smile before disappearing back out the door.

The smell hits me then. Something like bacon? Perhaps chicken?

I’m not sure, but it floats across the room, engulfing me. Teasing me. Urging me.

I want to follow the smell. Go over to it, lift the lid off the tray and devour what’s underneath. But I don’t. I remain standing rooted in the same spot I’ve been for a few minutes now, watching as Devon moves to the table.

“Come and have some food.” He gestures for me to join him, before lifting the lid of the tray to reveal heaven.

A large serving plate is filled with small toasted sandwich triangles.

Oh my god, are they BLTs?

My mouth waters.

“No, no, thanks. I’m not hungry.” I lie, scared I’m about to drool and give myself away.

His dark brows hitch as he shoots me a ‘really’ look.

“Come and have some food, Jaxcen. It will make you feel better.”

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