Page 122 of Sinning for Santa

“Jax. What is it about what I just said that is making you want to run?”

“I don’t want to run,” she snaps, and I sigh.

“You’ve just looked at the door five times since I asked the question. You want to run. Why? Do I have to take you to the chapel so you can visit the devil?”

That last part manages to put a little warmth back into her gaze, but she shakes her head.

“No. That story doesn’t belong in those sessions,” she admits, and fuck, I want to kill that fucking doctor all over again.

“Little mouse, I can assure you, nothing you can say will change how much I…”

Fuck… How much I what?

“How much you… love making me gag?”

Her laugh follows her words, and I’m helpless not to join her, because fuck, I wasn’t expecting that during this serious conversation.

Instantly, I wrestle her to her back, nipping at her neck as she wraps her legs around my hips, bringing me close to the part I want to drown in.

“I do love making you gag.” I grin, leaningdown to press my lips to hers, and she nips at them before I deepen the kiss, and for a few minutes, I get lost in her.

I feel like a teenager again, when all that I was interested in was the kiss. When I could kiss a girl for hours and think that was the ultimate.

That was until the sex part took over when I was a little older, but fuck, as much as I love burying my cock deep in Jaxcen, I’d die a happy man if kissing her like this was all there was left.

Slowly, I ease our kiss into nibbles before pulling back to hover over her, looking down at those fucking amazing lips, her flushed cheeks, and those eyes I want to stare in forever.

Fuck.

I can’t do that.

“I just want to know you. The bad and the good, little mouse.”

Her slight smile falls away, and she remains quiet for so long as I stare down at her that I figure this conversation must be over.

When I go to move off her, she tightens her legs around my hips.

“Don’t go. I need you right there when I tell you this.”

“Okay.” I respond, reaching out to brush her blonde locks behind her ear.

She opens her mouth, and then closes it, her gaze going distant like she is trying to figure out the best way to start. And then, she opens up and starts talking.

“My parents have changed churches so many times over the years. When I was little, we had just moved to a new town and I was at my new Sunday school. They did things differently there.” She frowns as she says that, her brows tugging in, making her look so much younger than she is. “Presley had always told me never to let anyone touch my private parts. She said that no one can do that unless I’m sick in that spot and a doctor needs to treat the area.”

Istiffen at her words, and her blue gaze rejoins the present, staring into mine, worry flickering through them.

“It’s alright, little mouse. Keep going.”

She nods, and takes another moment before she continues.

“At the new Sunday school, Brother Eric used to make us all take our pants off. He used to touch everyone like he was a doctor examining. But the girl next to me was different. She was taller and a bit older and she had a few hairs down there.” She frowns again, shaking her head. “I didn’t know why she had hair there. I was too young to understand anything about puberty. And I didn’t understand why he touched her differently…”

She shakes her head, her eyes distant like she’s trying to shake off the memory.

“I don’t want to go into what he did, but it was wrong and even though it was wrong, I was the one that broke the rule.”

“What rule?”

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