Page 175 of Sinning for Santa

That thought has my eyes darting open.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

Devon doesn’t love me.

I mean, his dick loves me. But he, the ruthless devil. He doesn’t love me.

“Fuck, Jax. I’ll never get enough of you.”

His words are a whisper. Almost like he didn’t want me to hear them, and it makes me smile.

Does he feel it too? This thing between us?

Is it more than just sex? Is that even possible after only knowing each other for only a few days?

Lust is a powerful thing. My guess is that it’s easy to confuse lust and love when it’s as epic as this.

I’m so glad I went into St Catherine’s Church on Tuesday night. If I hadn’t, I fear I would never have known what it’s really like to feel this cherished. To feel this alive.

He’s awakened me. Both carnally and spiritually, and I know my life will never be the same.

When he pulls free, he rolls me to my back and repositions me, so my legs are up against the wall.

If anyone looks up, they’ll have a weird view of my legs and feet, the thought making me smile.

“Are you really still trying to knock me up?” I ask him, giggling as he nods, not an ounce of shame written across his expression.

“Yes.”

“You know, it’s probably already happened,” I tell him and he shrugs.

“Won’t hurt to make sure.”

“You’re crazy.” I giggle, and his dark eyes, lit with humour meet mine.

“Absolutely.”

We stay up in the attic for a while longer. Devon lays next to me and puts his legs up on the wall too, mimicking my position as he stares at me.

I feel like he wants to say something, but I don’t want to push him. I’m content to be in this moment, feeling the happiest I’ve ever felt, sharing it with him.

Eventually we clean ourselves up and go back down to the street, where night has begun to fall, the town locals now extremely merry.

I meet my sister out on the street, realising that it’s time for her to leave, as Liam leads her to his car.

“Be right back,” Devon whispers against my head, before pressing a kiss to it, and Presley grins, wagging her brows.

“Damn, girl. He’s smitten.”

I beam back, and glance at Liam, who quickly looks away and opens the back passenger door for Presley.

“Time to go.”

Presley rolls her eyes at him, and leans in to hug me, but falters, her eyes moving over my shoulder.

Turning to see what caught her eye, I see Devon, coming down the steps of the Palace carrying a suitcase.

My suitcase.

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