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“You want me to leave?” he asks, his voice deep and husky as his gaze runs over me. “Just say the word, Amber, and I’ll leave.”

I want to tell him to go. I know I should.

I stay silent. His hand goes to my waist, and he pulls me toward him. “Or do you want me to stay and make you scream my name?”

Our hips touch, and my pussy contracts when I feel how hard he is. Hot. As. Hell. “That’s… You’re… Oh god, I… Don’t leave.”

He grins down at me and puts one big hand on my ass, pressing me even closer. I grind against him, already throbbing with need. He tips my chin up, and his grin widens. “Look at you. Your pupils are blown. I know your panties are wet. You’re rubbing up on me like a horny she-devil. You are most definitely on the naughty list.”

“You’re right. This is naughty. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Naughty is perfect for this time of year. Now be a good girl and take off all your clothes for Santa.”

ChapterThirty-Five

AMBER

He clears a space for us as I undress, spreading a blanket over the rug to create a nest under the tree. Then he slowly takes off his Santa suit, making me laugh as he does a mock-Burlesque bump and grind with his shirt and hat, eventually kicking his red pants away with a flourish. They end up snagging on one of the tree’s low branches.

“You’re a very bad Santa,” I say, gliding my hands up his chest. I explore his toned and muscular physique, loving the feel of his skin. The power in his arms is luscious, and even looking at his chiseled abs makes me lick my lips.

I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth, teasing and toying, flicking it with my tongue. My hands are on his firm ass, and he groans as I play with him. “Fuck, baby, you are so good at that. Nobody has ever sucked my cock like you do.”

He thrusts very slowly in and out of my mouth, and I can tell he’s holding back. I cup his balls, gently caressing them. I can’t get enough of the taste of him. He pulls away suddenly, and when I look up, he is smiling and shaking his head. “I don’t want to come yet. It’s not polite. Ladies first.”

“Always the gentleman,” I murmur as he joins me on the blanket.

His gray eyes flash with something primal, and I gulp at the intensity in them. “Not always,” he growls. “Sit on my face. Let me eat that delicious pussy of yours.” He lies on his back. “Don’t be shy. I want your pussy on my mouth. I want to smell it and taste it and see it. Right now.”

My face heats at his dirty talk, but I bite back my embarrassment. It makes no sense to be embarrassed. This man already knows every inch of me. I crawl slowly over him, my legs on either side of his body, and trail my pussy over his cock, leaving it coated in my juices. He groans as I work my way up. His beard brushes the inside of my thighs, and he roughly grabs my hips. I hover above his mouth, so close I can feel his hot breath against me.

“There. Exactly there. Fuck. That is a beautiful sight, baby. Look how wet you are, practically dripping for me already. So pink and perfect.” He flicks his tongue along my seam, and the sensation from this position is amazing. He works up and down, holding me in place as he explores. He curls his tongue and pushes it inside my opening. I gasp, and he pulls me slightly lower, his nose sliding against my clit as he laps me up inside. The pressure starts to build, a constant throb, a second heartbeat.

His big hands keep me still, controlling the slight changes in angle as he licks and kisses my wet folds, the heat increasing with every shift of his mouth. He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around it.

“Elijah,” I moan, and his hands move to my ass, tugging me closer. Every nerve ending tingles, the orgasm coursing through me like an electric shock. My arousal drips from me, and I can’t stop shaking. He keeps me there, holding me still, licking and sucking and gently probing. “Fuck, that was spectacular,” he says as he rolls me onto my back. He wipes his face with the back of his hand and looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.

I’m still trembling, still recovering from what he just did to me. From what he always seems to do to me. I pull him in for a kiss and taste myself on his tongue. I want more. He growls as he claims my mouth, his hands roaming my body, palming my breasts and sliding under my ass. He kneads my flesh and sucks my nipples, and I am already feeling that seductive rhythm build again. When he pulls back, our eyes meet. His beard glistens with the evidence of how hard I came, and his face is dark with passion. He is terrifying and magnificent, and I want every damn inch of him. I don’t care how complicated this is, and I don’t care if it’s wrong. I need him.

“Tonight, Elijah,” I whisper. “I want to do it tonight.”

“What, baby? What do you want to do?” His gaze is intense, so hot I can feel it on my skin. His cock is upright and throbbing and huge, and I swallow down a moment of doubt.

“I want to do the thing we’ve never done.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re sure?” he asks. “It’s not something you have to do.”

“I don’t feel like Ihaveto do it, Elijah. I want to. Please?”

“Baby,” he says, getting quickly to his feet. “You really don’t have to ask me twice. I was just making sure it was what you really wanted. And now that I know it is…” He rummages around in his red felt Santa sack and emerges holding a small bottle. “Almond oil,” he says triumphantly. “I knew that muscle strain would come in handy.”

He joins me back on the floor. “Turn over. Let’s start with a massage. We don’t have to rush, and the more relaxed you are, the better.”

I do as I’m told and stretch out on my front. He rubs the oil in his hands to warm it up, then smooths his big hands over my shoulders. I am a little more tense than I realized. Even though I want to do this, I’m also nervous. He’s surprisingly skilled, naturally knowing where to apply firmer pressure and where to be gentle. It’s relaxing and arousing. Every time his hands glide down my sides, he touches the edge of my breasts. Every time, I want him to touch them more. It is a slow and sexy form of foreplay, and by the time he actually reaches the lower half of my body, I am made of liquid.

He murmurs appreciatively as he kneads my backside. “I’ve said this before, but baby, your ass… It’s phenomenal. The most perfect ass in the history of asses.” He pauses, and his tone deepens. “I cannot wait to be balls-deep in it. You still want that, Amber? You want me to fuck you there?”

His words are filthy, and they make me want him all the more. I wriggle my butt, lifting it slightly as though I’m offering it to him. Which I suppose I am. “Yes, that’s still what I want.”

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