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“Maybe…for today,” I said. “I want you on me, too, Daddy. Until you’re in me, instead.”

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

“I want to, but you said we have to wait.”

“I promise, it’ll be worth it,” he vowed. “And when you’re spending Christmas day sore from me nailing you into the mattress, you’ll thank me for waiting.”

I squirmed, still kneeling there, hot and bothered and covered in him—though that was cooling quickly.

“I’ll thank you for something, but I don’t think it will be for waiting.”

Noah stood and pulled me to my feet. My eyes went to his cock again, but he smoothly hid it. Dang it. “We’re going to the Christmas village like you wanted,” he said. “Go get dressed like a good girl. Something warm and bulky that won’t have me chasing away a pack of men panting after you.”

I couldn’t help my laugh. “No one’s ever panted after me.”

Noah caught my chin. “You’re wrong, little lamb. Very wrong.”

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