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Rory

I stare at myselfin the mirror, taking in my new festive attire.

And by attire, I mean lingerie.

I think this might end up being Cole’s favorite gift.

I’m wearing thigh-high white stockings, red silk panties that don’t have much of a back or any of a bottom, and a red silk bra made of just underwire with a large, wrapped bow across my breasts.

I already feel sexy, and he hasn’t even seen me yet.

“Baby,” I hear Cole say from outside the bathroom door, “you’re killing me. Come out here already.”

I can’t help but snicker as I slip on the matching red silk robe that came with the set. “Out by the tree, Sparrow. You get your gifts by the tree, don’t you?”

He doesn’t say another word, and all I can hear are hurried footsteps scurrying down the hall, his eagerness for me already fully on display.

I will never get over howwantedhe makes me feel.

Once the sound of footsteps disappears, and I’m sure he’s out in the living room, I slip out of the bathroom and find him with his back turned to me, facing the Christmas tree.

Seizing my opportunity, I walk up behind him, sliding my hands under his shirt and running them up his bare back. “Ready for your last gift, baby?”

“God, ye-” he starts before he turns around, cutting off his words sharply. One glance at me and his pupils are blown wide. He immediately leans down and kisses me roughly and hungrily. “What am I going to find under that robe, baby girl?” His voice is deep and husky, and I have to clench my thighs together.

“You won’t find much,” I whisper, trying to be as seductive as possible.

Cole quickly fumbles with the belt of my robe, ripping it open and sliding it off my shoulders so it pools behind me on the floor. “Oh goddamn, Rory. How am I lucky enough to call you mine?”

“Because nobody has ever made me feel the way you do,” I say, gasping as he starts placing kisses down my neck.

He pulls me against him, and I feel his erection fighting against his jeans. He whispers in my ear, “And I hope I’m the last man that ever gets to make you feel that way. You. Are.Mine.”

I grab his shirt by the hem, pushing it up his body until he helps by pulling it over his head. He goes to toss the Santa hat to the ground next, but I stop him. “Keep the hat on, Daddy Christmas.”

“Isn’t it Father Christmas?” he teases, placing the hat back on his head.

“Daddy, Father, same difference. Either way, I get to be your hoe hoe hoe.”

Cole tries to stifle his laughter, but he can’t contain it. “You’re something special, Rory girl.” He now shoves down his jeans, leaving him in a pair of my favorite black boxer briefs. After he kicks his pants to the side, he picks me up and lays medown beside the tree. “It looks like I still have one more gift to unwrap.” Cole pulls at the bow on my chest, untying it and letting my breasts fall free. “I’m going to buy you an entire store’s worth of lingerie, Rory. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“You want to buy me more? Aren’t you just going to rip it off me?”

“Baby, I have more money than I know what to do with. I’ll buy you a new set each time I tear them off your perfect body.”

I tangle my fingers in his long hair, resting my hand on the back of his head. “Are you going to spoil me, Cole?”

He leans down and kisses me hard before murmuring against my lips. “I’m going to spoil the shit out of you, Starlight. I’ll buy you anything you want. Lingerie, toys, art supplies. You name it, I’ll buy it.”

“I’m very interested in trying out some of those toys you got me.” I bite my lip, and the image makes him groan.

“Those are staying here, too,” he says. “You already have toys at your place. Now you have some at mine.”

“Aren’t most guys intimidated by toys? Something about how it emasculates them.”

Cole gazes at me with mischief in his eyes. “Boys, baby. Only the boys. I love toys, though. I have no problem using some silicone to get you off because it’smyname you’ll be screaming when you come.”

I lean up and ghost my lips over his. “Will you show me you know how to use them on me, Daddy?”

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