Page 40 of Sinning for Santa

“Such a good little sinner, aren’t you?” I murmur against her ear once again, which have to be the sexiest fucking ears I’ve ever come across.

Do I have a fucking ear fetish? Is that even a thing? Fuck, who knows, but I fucking want to devour hers.

Jaxcen makes a noise in response to my question. It’s kind of a non committalyes, in a moaning type of way, and I can’t help but grin.

Her lids flutter open, her gaze lazy as it lands on me, and her own grin pulls at her lips.

“The just fucked look, looks good on you, Miss Summers.”

“You didn’t fuck me,” she points out, her words nearly slurred like she’s drunk.

“Not yet, but imagine what you’ll look like when I do.” I chuckle, and even though she grins, her eyes go wide as if once again, she’s waking up from a trance and realising that she’s just being a very naughty Catholic girl.

Easing my hands from around her, I let her take her own weight and step back, moving to the shower to turn it on. I test the water, making sure the temperature is hot and then turning the heat up a little more, knowing chicks like it so fucking scolding that it almost peels a man’s skin off.

“Have a shower, little mouse. Then put my shirt on, and get your sweet arse into my bed.” I tell her, giving that sweet arse a slap as I walk past and close the door behind me, shutting her in.

I want nothing more than to go back in there, tear those white innocent panties from her flesh and part her thighs so my cock can find its own release. And normally that’s exactly what I would do. But something has me stalling. Probably the fact that I’ve declared that she’s going to be with me through Christmas. And normally, if I bed a woman, it’s only ever for one night. Not to mention the fact that the woman tonight is in my actual home. Usually the fucking happens in the city. I use my apartment there as a base for work sometimes, and it’s a convenient place to take women when I want a release.

So why have I brought this woman into my home, and insisted she get into my bed? Why am I not questioning this even more, instead opting to get changed into my comfy boxers, knowing I probably shouldn’t go commando in bed tonight, and wait for Jaxcen Summers to finish showering in my bathroom?

These are questions I don’t have answers to, so for now, I’ll table them as I slip into my bed and wait for Jaxcen to join me.

It doesn’t take long, thank fuck, because I’m tired and I’m starting to get moody, but when she ventures out five minutes later, steam wafting around her in the doorway as she flicks off the light, only leaving my bedside reading lamp to illuminate the space, I swear she looks like an angel.

Shifting nervously beside my bed, Jaxcen hovers and I chuckle, realising she needs my demand in order to take the step and get into the bed with me.

“Under the covers, Jaxcen. Now.”

She does as I demand, moving to pull back the covers before quickly sliding in, wearing my t-shirt.

Fuuuck, there’s just something about her wearing my clothes that has my cock hardening again.

Jesus fucking Christ. Am I going to get any sleep tonight?

Shifting, I flick off my lamp and roll on my side to face her. Slowly, my eyes adjust to the darkness, a faint glow coming in through the crack in the drapes, giving me just enough light to see that Jaxcen is as stiff as a board next to me, her eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling.

That won’t fucking do, because if she doesn’t go to sleep then I won’t either, so I reach out ignoring her gasp and tug her towards me, her small body easy to manoeuvre so I can spoon her, wrapping my large frame protectively around her dainty one.

“Sleep, Jaxcen. This is all this is. Sleep.”

My words must give her the reassurance she obviously needs and she quickly relaxes in my hold. Within a few minutes, her breathing evens out and deepens, and her body becomes lax as mine is anything but, primed behind her. Fucking aching to take its fill.

I don’t know how long I lay awake going over everything that has happened tonight, but eventually my lids fall closed, and I succumb to sleep, letting it drag me under for hours, and my dreams are filled with a sweet little blonde temptress, and the needy little moans that part her plump pink lips.

I wake several hours later, already knowing that it’s probably mid-morning given the way the bright December sun is trying to burst past the thick drapes.

Rolling over, I stretch out, releasing a groan before my mind shifts from its slumber state to awakened reality, reminding me that I had a bed partner last night.

Darting my head to the side to seek out Jaxcen, I blink a couple of times to make sure my eyes are seeing right.

My bed is empty.

My gaze darts to the open bathroom door, noticing the light off, telling me she’s not in there.

Sitting upright, I scrub a hand over my face and slip out of the covers, padding through to the living area, almost certain I’ll find her asleep on the couch like she so desperately wanted to do when she first arrived.

“Jaxcen?” I call, frowning as I see the empty couch and spin in a circle as I gaze over the living area in my suite.

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