Page 33 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
I huff, letting my arms drop. “Why are you ruining my Krampus Day afterglow?”
“Your petty revenges. You promised you would stop them in the office.”
“I never did such a thing.”
He grabs the hair on my nape and tilts my head slightly upward. It’s a dominant move, to show me who’s in command. Love his long, manhandling fingers and large palms.
“I had my tongue inside your ass as you screamed it.” The reminder pushes a long and delicious shudder down my spine.
“That was coerced out of me. You know you can make me sing the whole church hymnbook when your hands are on me,” I retort, grinding my ass as his dick is slowly harding inside me again. Sodding fucking yes! “And I didn’t cover Randall’s office in LGBTQ+ stickers.”
Gabe tightens his grip. Mmm! More.
“But, but, but…I might have suggested the idea to a poor soul who has been unjustly used as an emotional punching bag.”
“Lori, you are my fiancé, you need to act respectably. As much as possible—for you,” he adds at the end. It makes me scoff.
“I suggested the idea outside the office!” I feel the need to remind him how respectable he is, as well. “And you killed two people because they put their hands on me!”
“That was different.They hurt you.You,Love.” His fingers dig deeper into my hair, and combined with theLoveendearment, it’s my kryptonite. “Nobody dares do that and deserves to see another sunrise.”
And that’s the last nail in my coffin. I kiss him like I need air and he’s the only one who can provide it to me. My hips start moving again, and for another hour, we are lost to the world.
“So, will you really try to behave when you come to the office?” he asks me as I’m splayed on top of him on the soft rug in front of the lit fireplace.
He won’t just bloody let it go.
“Lori?”
“Oh, so sorry I completely forgot about your existence for a second,” I lie shamelessly, because there’s no way my head, my heart, and my soul don’t feel my soulmates when they are near.
“Come on, Gabe. That was hilarious. You got that big fat check from a new client because of that show,” Bez confesses.
“What am I hearing, now? You lying wanker! You didn’t tell me anything about a fat check! And a new client.” I punch his chest.
He sighs, and his long, sexy, expert fingers stop brushing my back. Fuck, I don’t want that. It’s time for some fake compliance.
“I’ll try to keep my marvelous advice for myself in the office,” I offer him.Out of the office, all is fair,though, I add inside my head. His fingers resume the brushing, and I purr on top of him.
“I miss working with you,” I confess after a few minutes. I really do. I’m too busy with classes and studying to focus on any cases right now. Gabe asks my opinion at times, but it’s not the same.
“It seems to me that you had ample time for Santa’s evil twin.” He palms my sore arse, pretty sure the imprint of his hand near my tattoo will never go away.
“Don’t you like your Krampus slippers?” They are my hideous and funny Christmas present to him, among other things. He did love the maggot’s knife for his collection. Giving him my first donor’s trophy meant the world to him, hence our morning jolly ride on the sofa.
“I clearly said fuck no, Little Wasp.” Bez is never diplomatic with his answers.
“They have horns that Wednesday can’t stop clawing and picking at,” Gabe states. He bought her a small water fountain so she can always drink fresh water. He really loves her.
My little lady is herself again. She just hates everything Krampus now. My theory is that being unwillingly possessed by a demon made her murderous toward him.
“When are you going to remove the altar?” Gabe asks.
“End of the month. And I’ll make a new one every year because December is Krampus time, so all the evil souls I take will be his.”
“Will you wear that furry outfit again?” Bez rumbles. He bloody loves it. He kept fucking me for hours, pulling on my horns. Should I be worried? Nah. Who hasn’t dreamed of being fucked by a fangy demon? I certainly did.
“For you? Everything,” I whisper darkly.
