Page 16 of Mistletoe Masquerade
“Go to the bathroom while I clean myself up, then you’re getting in bed with me.” I don’t ask because I don’t want her to tell me no.
“You want me to stay?” Her groggy question is so damn adorable.
“Yeah, we’ll get some sleep, and I can take you home in the morning.” I kiss her temple, and she smiles up at mebefore closing herself in the small room that houses the toilet.
Once we’re both ready, I guide her to the bed and pull back the covers. She gets in, scooting to the middle to give me room. I get in beside her, pulling her into the curve of my body.
She’s so fucking tiny.
I hate to think of her being out in the city on her own without someone to protect her. I know it’s misogynistic. She’s not weak or helpless just because she’s small, but my protective instinct doesn’t care about modern logic. My job has given me too many opportunities to see what the monsters who call themselves men can do to women.
Locking her up sounds better and better.
You could always lock her down, instead.
Make her mine?
Mmm…
An overwhelming sense of satisfaction blankets me, despite the absurdity of such a thought after one goddamn night.
Regardless, she and I will talk in the morning. I’ll fuck her first, just to make sure she’s nice and agreeable, then I’ll get her number. From there, it’s anyone’s guess.
I nuzzle my nose into her silky hair and inhale its sweet scent. “Get some sleep, kitten.”
“Mmm… yes, Daddy.” Her playful purr wounds its way around my heart and squeezes.
Lock her down. Lock her up. I don’t care what works so long as I get more of her. Now.
“Oh, Sachi. You can’t go saying things like that and expect me to leave you alone.” I slide my hand down between her legs and relish the way her back arches at my touch.
“So tired,” she murmurs, though there’s a smile dancing on her words.
I give her clit a sensual little pinch. Sachi gasps. I slide a finger deep inside her.
“Sleep will have to wait.”
CHAPTER 7
SACHI
When Dean informedme that I was staying the night, I was still too sex-drunk to argue. I’m lying here with his warm body wrapped around mine, and reality is setting in.
I just had mind-bending sex with Detective Malone.
Twice.
But it was more than that. We have a true connection unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The first-time awkwardness never happened. It was like we’d known each other for ages. He was charming and funny and made me feel like I hungthe moon.
He even has Christmas decorations!
Seriously. What single man puts up a Christmas tree? None.
A pit forms in my stomach as an insidious tendril of doubt takes root in my mind.
What if he isn’t single? What if I’m the other woman?
Maybe that’s how a detective can afford such a gorgeous apartment. I really hate how much sense that makes. But surely the ladies would have mentioned if he was taken.
