Page 192 of Sinning for Santa

“Shut up.”

My chuckle earns me a glare, and I hold up hands of surrender, hoping she doesn’t actually try to kill me before I can win her back.

“Are you planning on watching tonight, little mouse?”

“That’s none of your business,” she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hmmm,” I say thoughtfully, watching how she can’t take her eyes off me, their blue searing gaze travelling over my bare chest and down my abs, to my black boxers.

“You know what’s better than watching?” I ask, and she narrows her eyes before I stand abruptly, invading her space. “Being the one everyone watches.”

As her lips part in shock at my sudden nearness, I grip her throat and press my nose to hers.

“Will you let me touch you right here for everyone to see, Miss Summers?”

Her lips part, but nothing comes out as I start to walk her backwards, towards the centre of the room.

“Will you let me show everyone here how our bodies are made for each other?” I ask, stopping on the bright red line and looking down to the floor at our side.

With my hand on her throat, I guide Jaxcen to do the same, her blue gaze darting to the line that her red heels are now standing on.

“What do you say, little mouse? Do we cross that line?”

A whoosh of air leaves her lips as we both straighten, followed by a whimper, those blue eyes connecting with mine, filled with desperation.

“Answer me, little mouse,” I snap, and she tries to nod.

“Yes.”

The moment the word passes her lips, I walk her backwards, pushing her over the line and into the spotlight.

Excited murmurs float through the crowd at seeing a second couple join the podium, and I release Jaxcen’s neck to lift her legs, wrapping them around me as I take the two steps up onto the cushioned surface.

I claim her lips, no longer able to hold back, showing her with my tongue how much I’ve fucking missed her.

Something comes over me, and I kind of wish we were alone, because there’s so much I need to say, but I chose this scenario, because I knew she wouldn’t run from this.

She’s wanted to do this for so long, but she didn’t realise she couldn’t do it because something was missing.

Me.

I lower her to the surface and press my body into hers, letting her feel my weight as I start grinding between her legs.

My cock is stiffer than it’s ever been, hard as stone, aching to find its heaven inside her, but for now, my focus is on her. I want to make her feel treasured. I want to remind her how explosive we can be together, because after this, I’ll never send her away again.

I break our kiss to move to her ear, my voice deep as I rasp, “I’m going to strip you little mouse, for everyone to see, but only I can touch you. You’re safe with me.”

She nods against my lips, so I pepper kisses down her neck, my hands peeling the lace straps of her bra down her arms, bringing the cups with it to expose her perky tits.

Her nipples are peaked hard, and I mouth them, sucking each one in between my lips before trailing lower and making quick work of her panties.

I watch those stormy blue eyes behind the mask, how they shift from me to the people watching. There’s no fear in them, only excitement, and when I spread her legs wide, knowing many have a good view of my girl’s flushed pink pussy, I glide two fingers through her folds to find her soaking wet.

“Fuck, little mouse. You’re drenched.”

The moment I ease my two digits inside her, those blue eyes roll back and she arches off the podium, palming her tits.

More excitement travels through the crowd. Moans. Chatter. Fucking. It all adds to the atmosphere and what’s happening to Jaxcen’s body. How ready she is to take everything I want to give her.

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