Page 14 of The Billionaire's Christmas Wish

“Why not break out those awful Christmas sweaters while you’re at it? Who doesn’t love them this time of year?”

She knows full well my family never wears them. “My sweaters are at the cleaners right now, but I thought the best part of the holidays was unwrapping presents.”

I love how her eyes glitter, but looking and not touching her is akin to torture.

“You dropped one,” I say, trying to distract myself.

“Where?” she asks, looking at me with sultry eyes. Her expression is the perfect blend of innocence and mischief, making it even harder for me to resist her.

I point to the silver bauble under the tree.

“I’ll have to bend over and pick it up,” she says with a wink.

“You’re so bad. I bet you’re on Santa’s Naughty List.”

“Maybe,” she says, thoughtfully tapping her index finger on her lips.

I invite her to sit on my lap. “Why don’t you come and tell Santa what a naughty girl you’ve been.”

She arches a perfectly sculpted brow. “I’m not sure if I should. I don’t see a beard or rosy cheeks, only a wicked gleam in your eyes.”

“Wicked gleam? That’s all for you.”

Audrey shimmies into place. The slow grind sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. The pained look on my face makes her wriggle harder like she’s doubling down, deliberately trying to drive me out of my mind.

I grip her hip, and she holds still. “You’re killing me.”

She walks her fingers to the front of my shirt, fussing with the buttons while her other hand gently rests on my upper arm with a feather-light touch. Heat blazes a trail through my body. My muscles tighten. Things are heating up fast, but I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment.

Finally—it’s game on.

Audrey adjusts my collar, her fingers lingering against my throat. “Are you going to ask me what I want for Christmas?”

I love how she looks at me as if I’m the answer to her prayers. I want her to look at me the same way every day.

My voice drops to a whisper. “Will you be a good girl for Santa? Because if you are, you can have anything you want. As a special treat, Santa will let you touch his sack and play with his special toy.”

Audrey tilts her head and lets out a laugh. “I can’t believe you just said that with a straight face.”

Brushing her hair aside, I cup the back of her neck. “I love the way you laugh. I want to hear it every day.”

I kiss the delicate skin on her neck, and she sighs softly. I’m a goner.

“You’re stunning, Auds. I want you—always have.”

“Luca.”

The look in her eyes lets me know she feels the same way. “Shhh. I can feel it, too.”

I pull her close, gripping her waist as I crush my lips to hers. She kisses me back fiercely, her desire matching mine. Audrey's arms slide around my neck, eliminating any space between us.

Desperate to feel her smooth skin, I slowly pull up her shirt. She trembles under my touch, and I only pause the kiss while she catches her breath. I kiss her neck softly and discover a sensitive spot beneath her ear.

Gently, I pull the sweater up until it slides over her shoulders, revealing the lacy red bra beneath. As I move down her body, planting kisses along the way, I pause at her collarbone, my teeth scraping the skin.

Her nipples are poking through the lace bra, and unable to resist, I capture one between my lips. Audrey moans, her hands fisting in my hair. My dick springs to life with painful urgency.

I grip her hips, helping her grind against my swollen cock, giving us both the friction we need. Audrey’s scent—intoxicating and pure—fills the air.

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