Page 98 of Sinning for Santa

Darting my hand out, I go to hit decline, but Devon’s hand wraps around my wrist, stilling it, his eyes hard as he pins me with them, and then he hits accept, and puts it on speaker.

My breath seizes in my lungs.

Why did he do that?

“Jaxcen!” The boom of Eddie’s voice isn’t concerned in the slightest that I might have been hurt or in danger, and the voice I once adored sounds like that of an enemy.

My shocked gaze darts to Devon, watching as his lips part to speak.

I have no idea what he’s going to say to Eddie, but I don’t want him to say he’s kidnapped me, even though that’s exactly what he did.

“What?” I snap before Devon speaks, and his brows shoot up at my voice.

“What? What!” Eddie scoffs. “Where the hell have you been? What’s going on?”

Oh, you know, I went to a sex club and then felt guilty about it, so I went to see Father Peters and confessed my sins until some random men started shooting up the church, and this dark knight came out of nowhere, shielded me, kissed me, and then killed the men before kidnapping me and fucking me senseless.

I smirk at myself, knowing I’m not going to say that, but gosh, it would feel good rubbing that in his face.

“I’ve gone on a little vacation,” I say instead, hearing Eddie scoff in shock through the phone, while a slow sinister smirk pulls Devon’s lips wide.

I stare at them, remembering how soft they can be, but also how utterly wicked that mouth can be at times. I want to kiss those lips again. And again. And again.

“Vacation? What are you talking about?” Eddie snarls. “You can’t just take a holiday at the drop of a hat, ditch out on work without approval and not tell anyone.”

“My job doesn’t matter.” I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “I’m going to quit anyway.”

“The fuck you are.”

“Why not?” I snap, annoyed that he thinks he has the right to tell me what to do. I suppose I’ve let him do it for so long that is exactly what he thinks. “I’m thinking about getting another job.”

“Where.” He scoffs. “You have no skills, Jaxcen. You studied Business Administration and haven’t even moved out of the mailroom.”

Heat flushes my cheeks and I grit my teeth.

“I haven’t worked in the mailroom for over a year. And I have plenty of skills,” I snap, opening and closing my mouth as I try to think of my skills, but damn him. He’s right.

I’m just where he wanted me, telling me just to do a job that won’t stress me out so I can focus on my faith and preparation of becoming his wife.

I want to hurl at that thought.

Why am I so easily influenced?

Because you never thought anyone would love you.

“I’m pretty good at blow jobs,” I blurt, shocking myself, before I slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide in disbelief as Devon smirks and nods, like the cat who got the damn cream.

“What the hell did you say?” Eddie yells, the speaker on my phone crackling.

Oh well. I’ve gone and done it now. I may as well throw myself right over the edge.

“This one guy really likes making me gag, Eddie. You should see his face when he watches his cock slip past my lips—”

“Shut the fuck up you filthy whore!” Eddie’s crazed yell is loud, but not as loud as Devon’s.

“You shut the fuck up! You will never speak to Jaxcen like that again! Do you fucking understand?!”

“Oh my god,” Eddie gasps. “Are you working in a whorehouse, Jaxcen? Is this one of your clients?”

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