Page 26 of Screwing With The Scrooge

“Please, Xavier,” I beg, and he reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit.

One stroke, two, and then I’m flying over the edge, screaming his name as I take him with me.

“Olive,” he moans, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

I can feel his release spreading inside of me, and I should probably be worried that we didn’t use protection, but I can’t find it in me to care right now. Not when I’m still riding my post-orgasm high.

“That was…” he starts, and I grin.

“Good?” I tease, and he smirks.

“Perfect.”

“And it was our first time. Think that it can only get better?” I ask him, and he kisses my neck.

“Only one way to find out,” he responds, and I moan as he starts to move in me once more.

CHAPTER9

Xavier

“Explainto me why you woke me up and dragged me out here again?” Townes grumbles as we head into the mall.

“We need Christmas gifts.”

“And you thought waiting until two days before Christmas was the best time to do this?” He asks, dodging a mom and dad who are wrangling two screaming kids.

“Yep. You need stuff too, remember? You’re coming to their place too.”

He nods, looking like he’s headed into battle as he stares at the front doors of the mall. We head inside, stepping off to the side to look around.

“Alright. Where are we headed first?” Townes asks.

“I don’t know. I wanted to get something for Olive.”

“How about a ring?” He asks under his breath, but I hear him.

“And her sisters,” I say, ignoring his comment.

“Okay… and what are you getting them?”

“I don’t have a clue. I haven’t bought anyone but you a gift in years.”

“I’m honored.”

“Shut up.”

He sighs, and we turn to look around the crowded shops.

“Let’s start there,” I say, pointing to the first store.

We weave our way through the crowd and head inside. There’s a bunch of soaps and spa items here and I grab a few things, hoping that the girls will like. Townes grabs some lotions and bath bombs, and we pay then head to the next store. We grab candles and hot chocolate gift sets at the next stores.

“This should be good, right?” Townes asks.

Both of us are loaded down with bags, but it doesn’t feel like enough.

“Does this all seem kind of generic?” I ask him, and he sighs.

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