Page 90 of Sinning for Santa

My gaze locks onto Devon’s, who is lazing back in his big boss chair behind his desk, looking like the king once again.

A playful grin lights his eyes, and they dart up to the ceiling where the mistletoe hangs.

“Where’s my kiss, little mouse?” he asks, his dark stare returning to mine. “Come here.”

Just like last night, his command has my body obeying, like a puppet made to serve him and only him. He watches me as I move towards him, rounding his desk where he swivels his chair in my direction and reaches out a hand.

Placing mine in his, he tugs me onto his lap, lifting me easily to straddle him, and instantly my body is alight.

“I’m an impatient man, Jaxcen.” He reminds me, hinting that he’s still waiting for his kiss, so I close the distance, my lids falling closed as I press my lips to his.

A deep growl rumbles from his throat, his hand fisting in my hair as he pulls us together leaving no air between us, and parts my lips with his tongue.

I’d only meant to give him a peck, but his idea of a kiss is slow and searing and all consuming and I find myself once again, putty in his hands.

The kiss is leisurely, and sensual, much like the last time we had sex last night. It’s like he’s savouring each brush of our lips and each swipe of our tongues, and I swear, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Is this normal for him? Is this how he is with all the women he sleeps with?

The thought sends an ache to the centre of my chest, and I pull back, breaking the kiss.

Am I so naive that I’ve fallen for the first man that shows me how good things can be?

Probably.

Because you’re pathetic, Jaxcen.

If Devon knew how into him I am, he’d probably laugh in my face and send me home.

It’s so weird. He literally kidnapped me, yet I’m straddling his lap and just last night let him do depraved things to me, even allowing him to ejaculate inside me when I don’t even take birth control.

You’re going to end up with a disease, you hoe.

Ugh. Shut up, inner voice. I’ve had just about enough of you.

Eddie says his church doesn’t believe in birth control, so I never took it, but now, what if I really am pregnant, and Devon sends me back to deal with the consequences while he moves on to the next woman. Probably the ones here in his town.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” he asks, those dark eyes studying my face, and I worry that if he keeps looking, he’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.

“Is this what you do with all of them?”

He frowns. “All of who?”

“You know.” I shrug, feeling out of sorts talking about this. “All of the women you sleep with. The ones in this town.”

That frown deepens and turns into a hard glare.

“You heard what Allegra said right?”

“I heard her say you rescue women.” I nod. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t sleep with them.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what it means. The women I rescue don’t need a man demanding their bodies, Jaxcen. They need a safe haven.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t sleep with the women here? That you’re really a good samaritan who is what? Protecting these women?”

“Yes,” he barks, clearly annoyed with my questioning. “You’re the only woman I’ve saved that I’ve shared my bed with.”

“What? You call kidnapping, saving?” I scoff and his glare turns pitch black, sending a chill up my spine.

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