Page 113 of The Naughty List

“Yes, please. I’d love to meet up for a date with you. And I’m more than happy with one cock at once, in the main. Especially when it’s attached to someone truly awesome. I think you might well fit the bill.”

We swap numbers, and my hands are shaking so bad, he notices. He takes hold of my fingers, and squeezes them tight, his gorgeous eyes locking straight back onto mine.

“No need to be nervous. Hardcorers can play it a little bit gentle some of the time.” His face lights up. “I’m a kisser, not a biter. At first, anyway.”

My God, I’d die to kiss him right here and now. He takes my phone and keys in the rest of his number, saving it to my contacts.

Eb and Tiff must have been watching from afar this whole time. They jump up and down, whooping and cheering as they beckon us over.

“Shall we grant them the honour of success?” Josh asks. “Fancy a dance?”

He holds out his hand, and my fingers are steadier this time when I take it.

“I’d love a dance, just as long as my sore, bruised pussy can handle it.”

He leans down to laugh into my ear. “We’ll go for slow, don’t worry. I’ve coped with the after effects of stretch play many, many times. I know the drill. Just wait until you take a fist in the ass. I was in bed for two days straight. My client took it right back in return, though. Tit for tat.”

I stare up at him in shock. His dirty talk is so natural, it’s insane. It suits him as well as his suit does.

The girls are so pleased when we join them on the dancefloor. We dance around to Christmas tunes as champagne flows, and Eb steals the Rudolph antlers from a guy by the tree. We twirl and spin, and Tiff does the best twerk I’ve ever seen. Christmas magic at its best.

“Go on! Give them the performance, Josh,” Tiff says after a while, pointing to a crowd of girls checking him out. “Give everyone a freebie Christmas present. Just a teaser.”

“Fuck off, Tiff.” He laughs.

“I mean it! Give them the performance!”

She’s looking at meas she saysthem.Her naughty grin says it all.

“Only if you give them yours.”

“Tits for chest? Halfway only?”

“Deal,” he says, and I stare on, amazed by their humour and confidence in equal measure.

A load of the crowd chants their names, Eb included.

Cream and Weston! Cream and Weston! Cream and Weston!

Jesus Christ, when these two get to it, it’s plain to see… I’ve got along, long way to go before I match Creamgirl at the top of the league. And my pussy doesn’t give a fuck about the pain of fisting anymore whenWestonstrips his shirt and tie off. The heat has my clit on fire.

What a pair of fucking stars.

Screw the crowd, Josh’s eyes are all on me.

He tugs the string of coloured lights from one of the metallic reindeer and wraps them around himself, lighting up his beautiful form up as he dances. My God, he’s got some moves. Some seriously hot, topless fucking moves.

He’s breathing heavily when he walks up to me with the same trail of Christmas lights in his hands. He snares me with them to pull me up close, and points out the garland of festive fun hanging over our heads… a hotel decoration so apt for the moment.

“How about starting our date right here and now,Holly? Fancy using the mistletoe to break the ice?” Josh says, and I wrap my arms around his neck with a grin, not giving a fuck who is watching us. Those days are long gone.

My lips are ready when he lands a kiss on my mouth. My tongue is craving his, like it’s meant to be. The other entertainers are cheering for us as we grind together in tangled Christmas lights, all set to dance right through until the dawn.

I've completed eleven five-star proposals since becoming an entertainer. Eleven days of filthy festive fun that have given me the best Christmas of all time. But here, tonight – kissing Josh under the mistletoe, with my new friends dancing all around – is the icing on the Christmas cake. Another gorgeous gift from Santa, landing right in my lap.

The very best twelfth day of Christmas there could be.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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