Page 88 of Sinning for Santa

When you’re feeling human again, you can find me in my office.

x Dev

My heart flips.

Why does my heart flip?

It’s not a love letter, Jaxcen.

But there’s an X, and that’s a kiss right?

Ugh.Maybe my brain is conjuring up things that aren’t even real.

Slipping out of the bed, I dash to the bathroom, quickly showering and spending way too long combing the knots from my hair, before I go to my bag to retrieve a dress.

Today, I choose another button down, wondering if it too will be destroyed by the end of the day, and not even caring if it is. Slipping on some pink lacy panties and a bra to match the dress, I quickly get dressed before sliding on my sandals.

Moving to Devon’s full length mirror in the corner of his bedroom, I assess my outfit, but end up staring at my face and neck with wide eyes.

I look a little tired, but there’s something about my eyes, their blue hue seeming brighter somehow. My skin looks like it’s glowing, my cheeks a little flushed, and my lips, well, they simply look thoroughly kissed.

My neck isn’t faring as well, however, with three large marks marring my skin, their deep red and purple tones looking like blood filled bruises.

My lips part as a breath escapes me, and I lean in to get a better look.

Hickeys.

Devon gave me hickeys.

The memory of his lips on my neck comes rushing back, but that’s not the only place I remember him sucking.

My eyes widen as I lift my dress to find another mark on my inner thigh, and then another as I peek down the front of my dress into my bra.

He’s painted me in hickeys.

I should be mad, right?

I should storm down to his office and slap his face.

Hell, I should suck on his forehead and leave a big purple mark there for the world to see.

I’m not angry though. Strangely, I feel worshipped. I feel owned, and not in a bad way. I feel like he deliberately left his mark on my skin so everyone would know who I belong to.

Even Eddie, when I return to him.

The thought makes me queasy. And so does the thought of returning to my life. Working an office job in a finance firm, entering data like that will ever give me fulfilment.

It hasn’t yet. I can’t imagine it ever will.

I also can’t fathom the idea of returning to that shitty apartment that I keep so simple, just to avoid getting a lecture on greed and how the Lord frowns upon it by my fiancé.

“Well, you know what Eddie, the Lord can suck a big one.”

I slap my hand over my mouth, shocked by my own words, but as I slowly release my mouth, I grin at my reflection.

“I fucked another man, Eddie. He made me feel so good. Filled me with so much of his cum that there’s no way I’m not carrying his baby right now.”

My breathing quickens as I realise how much I mean those words, which is shocking, right?

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