Page 170 of Sinning for Santa

What I didn’t tell her is that tomorrow is all we have. I can’t bear to say the words out loud, because then, it would make them true.

Chapter thirty-seven

Jaxcen

Wear whatever you like, little mouse.

Today is Christmas.

Find me under the mistletoe.

x D

His note makes me smile, excitement rushing through me and I can’t be sure if it’s because it’s Christmas, or because I get to see him… under the mistletoe.

I shower and dress quickly, my body sore, but the good kind of sore that reminds me of the great sex we had last night.

I’d never felt more sensual. More beautiful than in that moment when he was watching me ride him.

I felt exquisite.

Downstairs in the Palace, people are laughing and rushing around, and through the windows I watch as the women decorate a long table right in the middle of the street getting ready for lunch.

Moving through the bar, and into the open doorway of Devon’s office, I see him sitting in his chair, legs up on the desk as he stares at the computer screen in front of him.

A king in his throne.

“Get your sweet arse over here.” His deep voice rumbles, even though his eyes haven’t moved from the screen.

Grinning, I make my way to him, and the moment I’m next to him, he pulls me down to his lap, a squeal escaping me from the sudden action.

“Merry Christmas, little mouse.” He winks at me right before he claims my lips.

I moan into his mouth, linking my wrists behind his neck as I melt into him.

Gosh, I could stay in his lap forever and never need another thing.

“Ah, boss.” Ronnie’s voice comes from the doorway, and Devon grins against my lips before pulling back to look at him. “Lunch will be ready to serve in thirty minutes, and also, your cousin is just pulling in.”

“Thanks, man,” Devon says, before planting another kiss on my lips, and then spinning his chair, helping me off him as he stands. “It’s time for Christmas.”

My heart flutters.

I’ve never had Christmas somewhere else before, and while I know I’m going to miss Presley desperately, I’m not at all upset that I won’t see my parents.

In fact, I think I’ll be happy to never see them again.

With my hand in his, Devon leads us out into the street, the warm summer sun already shining high in the sky, and Christmas carols playing in the background from a few speakers scattered around the place.

A black car pulls up towards the end of the table, and a moment later, Liam, Devon’s cousin, gets out, his smile wide as he waves over the top of his car at us.

“Hey devil.”

I glance up at Devon in time to see him roll his eyes. “Hey, shithead. You pick up the packages?”

“Sure did.” He slaps the roof of his car before moving to the front passenger door and opening it.

Rising to my toes, I try to peek in past Liam to see who it is, but can’t see anything until a man steps out with a black bag covering his head. The man grumbles something I can’t hear, and a moment later, Liam tugs the black bag off hishead, revealing dark hair and dark eyes that clearly resemble Devon.

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