Page 36 of Sinning for Santa

“Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, but those who act faithfully are his delight.”

My eyebrows shoot up at his recitement of Proverbs 12:22.

“So you’re a religious man too?”

“Yes, little mouse, why else would I have been in a church?”

“Oh, I don't know. Given the fact there were bulletproof doors, perhaps you were hiding from someone.”

He snickers. “Would you believe I was there seeking absolution? Just as you were.”

“For what?” I ask, lifting a single brow, and he sighs.

“It’s too late to talk about this right now. I want to go to bed.” He juts his thumb over his shoulder. “Get in there and have a shower.”

I glare at his demand even though I slide off the bed to do as he ordered.

Moving to the doorway of the bathroom, he only steps aside so I can pass, still looming in the doorway.

Frowning, I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips once again as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame.

“Well, aren’t you going to leave?” I snap.

“I was kind of hoping you’d give me a little bit of a show.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “Why on earth would I do that? You need to leave. Hurry up and close the door.”

He chuckles. “So you go to Cloud 9. Probably walk around in your underwear, yet you blush at the thought of me watching you undress.”

“It’s inappropriate. You’re not my fiancé.”

“That argument is getting old, little mouse. And we’ve already established that you’re all mine. For now, anyway.”

“And I thought we established that you weren’t going to rape me.”

A chill fills the air as he growls. “Stop saying that fucking word. I will never do that!”

“Could have fooled me by the way you’re lurking in the doorway waiting for me to take my clothes off.”

I thought the growl a second ago was scary, but the sound that comes from him now is purely animalistic before he storms forward, backing me up against the counter.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want to get naked for me, little mouse. I can see it in your eyes, how they travel over my skin with nothing but lust in them.” He wraps his hand around my neck, giving a gentle squeeze. “I can see it in your cheeks, how they flare to life from your arousal. And I can hear it in your tone, how it turns a little husky just like it did before, when you admitted to wanting to taste my cock.”

Releasing my neck, his strong hand grips my jaw, tilting my head back as his eyes bore into mine, his lips hovering so close that I can feel the heat of his breath on my chin.

“I’m going to have fun with you, little mouse. A little Christmas treat to keep me occupied over the break.”

I whimper as he shifts, worried he’s about to hurt me in some way, but then his thumb glides over my lips, and I watch as his gaze tracks the movement like he finds my lips to be the most delectable looking dessert he’s ever come across.

Heat ignites under my skin from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, a fiery ache coursing through me with longing that I know is going to get me into trouble.

“We’re going to have to start working on your sins, little mouse. Especially the one where you keep lying.”

His thumb pushes past my lips then, sinking into the heat of my mouth and I’m helpless not to react. Helpless not to do the one thing I know I shouldn’t.

I suck on it.

And he growls.

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