Page 53 of Sinning for Santa

“Sorry,” I whisper, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t ever apologise for taking what you need and leaving a mess behind. Own that shit.” He insists, but all I feel is embarrassed.

I can’t imagine Eddie ever wanting to dothat. He’d tell me it’s dirty filth. Depraved. That I should be ashamed to even consider doing it. To ask him to do that.

I kind of hate him right now.

Why is it so bad to want to do these things if they feel so good?

I guess heroin makes people feel good too, doesn’t it. But sex isn’t illegal.

It’s natural.

Isn’t it?

It felt natural. My body felt like it would die if Devon stopped. Even now, I feel swollen between my legs but it doesn’t feel bad. And hell, I kind of feel like I want more.

Eyeing Devon, my gaze travels down his black tee and how it hugs his impeccably sculpted chest and abs, to settle on the hard bulge hiding in his pants.

He jerks his hips forward and laughs when I flinch back and start blinking, embarrassed that he caught me staring.

“See something you like?”

“I-ah.” Getting tongue tied, I take a deep breath, lick my lips, and try again, gesturing my head to his crotch. “Should I?” I can’t say the words out loud, because I’m a wimp, but I point to his crotch just in case he isn’t picking up my brand of awkwardness, hoping he’ll catch on.

“You want to kiss my cock, Jaxcen?”

Do I?

Hell, the idea has a small ache beginning to build between my legs again, so I guess I do, but I shrug, because admitting that is just too much right now.

“Hmmm. Lyingto me once again I see,” he mutters, taking a step back. “It’s okay, little mouse. The fact that you want to suck my cock like a lollipop will remain our little secret for now, because I’m pretty sure you’re not ready to handle it.”

Turning his back on me, he moves to the door, leaving me sprawled on his desk with my dress bunched around my waist.

“Wait!” I screech, and he turns back, a smirk already present. “I need my underwear.”

“Oh, you mean these?” He holds up the mauve fabric, the lace dangling from his finger, and I quickly shuffle off his desk, nodding. “Nope,” he says, and tucks them into his pocket.

“Stop. I need them,” I protest, but then he’s turning and swinging the door open wide, stepping out into the bar with my panties in his pocket.

Chasing after him, as I enter the bar again, I come to a stop as I notice several sets of eyes on me, as Devon starts to chat quietly with the bartender.

What are they staring at?

Glancing down at myself, I make sure my dress is in place and I’m not unknowingly flashing everyone, feeling naked without fabric covering my bits underneath.

Can they tell what we were just doing in Devon’s office?

The thought has me glancing up again, to see one man smirking into his beer.

Oh. My…

They all totally heard me, didn’t they?

Heat engulfs my cheeks once again, and I wonder if someone can get sunburnt from the inside out.

Is that a thing?

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