Page 14 of A Beastly Christmas Cheerful
“You sound like you love it,” I say when he tells me about how the stories are alive inside his mind.
“Do what you love?—”
“And you’ll never work a day in your life,” I say, finishing the quote. I’ve heard it a thousand times, but he’s someone that actually lives by it.
“That’s right,” he says and then looks back at me. “What would you do if you could have any job?”
“I’m guessing one of those panda cuddlers isn’t realistic?" I joke. “But in all seriousness, I don’t think the job I want exists.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, this is going to sound lame, but I’d love to cross-stitch while listening to romance audiobooks and drinking hot chocolate with so many marshmallows it upsets my stomach.”
He smirks. “You never know. That’s the kind of job you can do here.”
“But it isn’t a job.”
“I could use an assistant,” he offers, and I know he’s only being nice because the man seems to be a saint.
“That would be a hell of a drive to work every day,” I tease.
“You’d stay here.” He’s completely serious when he says this, and I stare at him. His expression doesn’t change as I laugh it off.
“Right, let’s circle back to that after you’ve spent a few days with me.”
I’m sure by then he’ll have a change of heart. Everyone always does.
Chapter Ten
MARLEY
I’ve never had such an amazing night in my entire life. After dinner we built the gingerbread house together and talked non-stop. I kept being surprised at how much we had in common, not only with our love of reading but with shows and movies we liked.
She didn’t believe me until I told her the entire plot to The Devil Wears Prada and why Andy’s boyfriend Nate is the real villain. Belle laughed, but when I explained that writing horror all day means I have to decompress with something that makes me feel good, she got it.
Belle told me about all of her favorite romances, and I downloaded some so I could read them too. I guessed a few of them were explicit based on her face getting really red when I downloaded them. That made me want to read them even more.
We laughed and talked while we sat on the couch together in front of the fire. Eventually I opened a bottle of wine, and she took out her crochet hook. By the time she finished one glass of wine, she was stretched out on the couch next to me, using my thigh as a pillow. I wasn’t in any rush to go to bed. Not when I could sit here next to her all night.
I’ve been reading my Kindle for the past two hours, and now I know why Belle was blushing. Even though she’s asleep on my thigh, I’m struggling to stay still because I’m so hard. The alien is about to breed the human female he’s kidnapped, and I have to know if she’s his true mate or not.
“Marley,” she mumbles as she slides her hand across my thigh. She’s sleeping on her side and holding my leg like a pillow.
Looking down, I see her fingers are dangerously close to my throbbing cock, and I grit my teeth. Fuck, I don’t want to cum like this.
“It’s okay, beauty. Go back to sleep,” I tell her and rub her back. The thought of her dreaming of me makes me somehow even harder. “You’re safe.”
She hums contentedly, and I go back to reading. The alien is licking the heroine's cunt now, and my mouth waters right along with his. What I wouldn’t give to eat Belle’s pussy.
“Marley.” My name comes out in a moan, and then her hand slides all the way until it’s resting on my hard shaft.
I go completely still as she wraps her fingers around it through my flannel pajama bottoms. “Oh fuck,” I whisper and feel my cock leaking inside my pants.
This isn’t right. I can’t have her do this while she’s sleeping. If she’s going to touch me, I want it to be when she’s completely awake and wants me. Not when she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
“It’s okay, beauty,” I tell her as I gently take her hand off of my cock. “I’m right here.”
“Right here,” she mumbles as she grips my hand in hers and rolls onto her back.
