Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
There was a mirror in front of us, and I caught a glimpse of our skin glistening in the fire's soft glow as the song changed to “Santa Baby.”
He rubbed his lips against the soft skin of my neck, rasping, “Now you’re on the naughty list…”
NICHOLAS
Her heated gaze lingered on the Christmas ribbon I was pulling off the tree. Slowly, I draped it around her waist.
“I like to wrap my gifts before I open them.”
Instead of tying her waist, I tied her wrists, and she didn’t stop me. If anything, the brazen glimmer in her eyes indicated she wanted me to keep going.
I didn’t struggle with my conflicting emotions at that moment. I thought I’d be trying to decipher between right and wrong, but the lines were blurred for most of our relationship, and by the expression on her pretty face, it was a mutual thought.
After hanging her wrists on a strong nail, holding up a heavy stocking, I brought her pouty lips to mine, and she sucked in a breath.
“But if you’re a good girl… maybe I’ll even let you come down Santa’s pole.”
She giggled in that addicting way. “You’re horrible.”
It wasn’t our flirty banter that was anything new between us, it was my actions following through with what I was saying that was new. I slowly began to slide my fingers up her inner thigh.
“Don’t you want a white Christmas? Because I could stuff your chimney, seeing as my stocking is so well hung.” I smiled. “Don’t you want to fill the Grinch with your holiday spirit?”
Smiling as she leaned her head against my chest, she questioned, “How many puns do you have?”
“Elle…” Inch by inch, I made my way up her leg. “We both know I can go all night with burying my face in your mistletoe.”
Her eyes glazed over, dilating.
It was all the encouragement I needed to slide my fingers over her silk bottoms and her pussy.
“You’re really pretty when you’re wet, Elle.”
She sucked in another breath, shutting her eyes and leaning farther into me, almost like her legs were buckling. “You’re definitely on the naughty list,” she panted.
“I thought we settled this the first day we met. I’m eternally on the naughty list, babe.”
“You remember that?”
“I remember everything.”
I was barely touching her through the thin satin on my callused fingers and her clit, but she was already breathless for me. Slowly, once again, I continued my sweet torture, back and forth, a little faster each time, driving her to the brink of insanity.
The way she breathed.
The way her mouth parted and her tongue moved to wet her dry lips.
The way her body responded with every movement of my hand until all of a sudden, she drew in a rigid breath against my lips as soon as I spanked her ass…
Hard.
Causing her to stick her ass out farther at the angle I wanted, and her wrists struggled against the ribbon.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Woods… what would Santa say?”
Not faltering, she snapped, “To go fuc—”
I spanked her ass again. “I’m sorry, what was that? To go what?”
She glared at me, and I grabbed the vibrating Santa hat off the mantel beside her wrists before I placed it on her clit. She hissed upon contact, making my cock twitch from the moan that quickly followed.
“What were you saying? Huh? You want me to go what?”
It didn’t take long for her knees to buckle and her eyes to shut.
“Ah…” Her body quivered, pulling at the ties still knotted around her wrists. “You’re not playing fair.”
“You think I care?”
She was coming apart at the seams, and I loved every second of it.
“What do you say?” I teased. “You want to cum for me?”
Her mouth opened as I intensified the pressure of the Santa hat against her clit. Her pussy was getting wetter, only betraying her torn stare as she started to come.
Her chest heaved, and her pussy surrendered.
She wanted me to kiss her.
She wanted me to touch her.
She wanted me to claim her.
I didn’t.
My stare instantly caught her dark, hooded glare, fighting the urge to give her what she wanted. Our eyes caught in the mirror, and we watched each other for a few seconds before that was enough to drive her over the edge, making her come down my hand.
She was warm.
So fucking warm.
And I was fucked…
So royally fucked.
CHAPTER 10
NICHOLAS: THEN
“Nicholas, where are we going?” Noelle asked, tugging on my hand to slow down.
I always forgot how wide my stride was compared to hers. She’d been trying to get me to answer for what felt like the hundredth time in a matter of minutes. It was evident early on my girl had no patience. It was her first anniversary of moving to Mistletoe Town, and I wanted to do something nice for her. I didn’t give it too much thought. I just did what came natural to me like I always did when it came to her.