Page 49 of The Naughty List

“Fuuuuck.” My head falls backward, thunking against the wall, and I squeeze my eyes shut. This woman literally has no idea how close I am to coming right now.

“Oh, OH!” she says, finally realizing why I told her to sit still. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She scrambles to get off my lap just as the lights flicker and the elevator car jolts, bouncing twice and sending her full weight back down onto my lap. The elevator begins its descent to the lobby.

“We’re moving!” she squeals.

“Just please—”

I attempt to stop her before she can climb off my lap, but I’m too late. She gets almost completely off my lap, but her bare feet slip on the floor, causing her to catch herself with her hand, which lands directly on top of my rock-hard cock.

I squeeze my eyes shut. “This has to be a bad dream.”

She stares down at the very clear outline of my manhood straining against the fabric of my pants. “Holy shit, it gets bigger!”

“Yeah, that tends to happen when I get hard. But for fuck’s sake, Sadie, please stop touching me unless you plan on finishing what you started.”

She jerks her hand back, recoiling like she just touched a snake, then falls back on her ass, giggling.

“You think blue balls are funny?” I take a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure as the elevator doors finally open to the lobby.

“Oh no!” she says, an overdramatically serious expression on her face. “I’m too drive to drunk home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call my driver.” I slowly stand, pulling my phone from my pocket to shoot him a text while attempting to cover my erection with my coat. “Let’s wait out here. I think I’m done with elevators for a while.”

She follows me outside. A few minutes later, my driver pulls up and we slide into the backseat of my Maybach.

“Thanks.” She smiles at me. “For listening to my drama and making the best of a shitty shituation—er, situation. I think I drank too much.”

“I think we both did.” I am not relishing the nasty headache I can already feel building in my skull.

A few minutes later, we pull up outside Sadie’s building and I get out to walk her to her door.

“You want a nightcap?” She giggles as she holds up the mostly empty bottle, and I just shake my head. I step a little closer, teasing us both, my height making it so I tower over her smaller, slim frame. Her big blue eyes gaze up at me.

“Thanks for the offer, Miss Emmert, but I should get home.” I turn and take two steps down the stairs, stopping when she says my name.

“Thanks for the ride home. Enjoy your work at your home office,” she says, teasing me.

I turn and take the two steps back to her in a single stride, backing her against the brick wall of the building as I slide my hand behind her neck, gripping tightly so she has to look up at me. Her big eyes are wider than usual.

“Don’t tease me, Sadie. We both know what will happen if I walk in this building with you. You’ve had far too much to drink, and I’m far too turned on to be a gentleman.”

And with that, I walk back to my car, telling myself it was the right decision. No matter how badly I wanted to take her upstairs and finally have my cock inside her tight little body.

5

SADIE

“You look like hell.”

“Gee thanks, come in.” I step aside to let my best friend, Karlie, into my apartment. She holds up a garment bag and I shake my head. “I’m not wearing that this year.”

“Excuse me? Like hell you aren’t! The ho-ho-ho girls is our tradition. We’ve been doing this for five years and it’s not stopping now.” She shoves the garment bag in my hand. I know it contains an identical little Santa outfit to the one she’s wearing. It’s basically a bright red bra top trimmed with white fur and embellished with black and gold buckles, a matching miniskirt, tall striped socks, and a pair of black high-heeled pumps.

“Ugh,” I groan, taking the bag from her and shutting the door. My head is still pounding from the night before. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to get drunk on cheap rum with basically no water or food in my system. Even the gallon of water and three Advil I took earlier haven’t touched it.

She eyes me suspiciously. “What happened to you last night?”

“Nothing.” I shrug, attempting to remain nonchalant, but based on the suspicious way she studies me, I’m unsuccessful.

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