Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
"Alaric," she gasps, clawing at my shoulders. "Please."
I lift her in my arms, spinning to pin her against the wall. She sobs in frustration, trying to pull her hands from mine when I clasp them over her head.
"Nu-uh," I mutter, bending my head to kiss along her cleavage. With her arms up, the tops of her breasts spill out, pale and perfect. I nip her skin, making her cry out. "You're right where I want you, sweet December."
"Oh, God."
I bite her nipple through her dress, skimming my free hand down her body. I need to know how wet she is for me right now. I may lose my goddamn mind if I don't know in two seconds.
"Has anyone ever touched my cunt before, December?"
"I...I..."
I bite her nipple again, harder this time. A tiny punishment for not answering. A tiny reward for making me crazy.
"No one!" she cries.
"Ah, fuck." I rock my hips into hers, letting her feel how hard she makes me as I bring my mouth to her ear. "No one has touched what belongs to you, either, angel."
I've been waiting. Half the time, I wasn't even sure what I was waiting for. But I waited anyway.
"Alaric," she moans.
I drag her dress up her hips, exposing her panties to the room. Of course they have little Christmas trees on them. Of course they do. Somehow, that's even sexier to me than any lingerie. The wet spot is obvious. My sweet angel is drenched.
I shove my hand into her panties, growling as I feel her bare cunt and her slick juices against my fingers.
She nearly catapults out of my arms.
"You're soaked for me."
"Yes," she sobs, her head moving restlessly against the wall. "Please, Alaric. Please make it better."
"Poor little December," I croon, parting her folds with my thumb. "Do you need to come?"
"Y-yes."
"Then come," I growl. "But you do it with your eyes on me and my name on your lips."
Her gaze flies to mine, her eyes so dilated with lust they're little more than a sea of blue-rimmed black.
I press my thumb to her hard clit, staring at her. Memorizing her. I want this moment burned into my brain.
"Alaric," she moans.
I grind my thumb against her clit, watching her unravel. She falls quickly, too needy to hold it off. Fuck. How long has she been dreaming about this? Longer than she should have been, I think.
A decadent moan rolls across the room, setting my blood on fire as her expression melts to pure bliss. She trembles in my arms, melting into a pool of liquid sex.
Fuck me. She's exactly what I would have asked for for Christmas had I thought to ask for anything. I'm asking now. I want this temptress in my bed and in my life, permanently.
Chapter Seven
December
"Oh, wow," I whisper, coming to a dead stop as Alaric leads me off the elevator. The showroom at Daphne Parrish & Co has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Large snowflakes dangle from the ceiling on invisible wire, sparkling in the lights. One entire side of the room is now Santa's workshop. Blaze sits on an opulent throne with Georgia standing beside him. They're the most fashionable Santa and elf I've ever seen.
A massive Christmas tree shoots toward the ceiling in the center of the room, the sheer size of it overwhelming. Gorgeous red and black ornaments with the Daphne Parrish & Co logo on them glitter from the branches between twinkling lights and fluffy tinsel. The fresh scent of pine fills the room, making it truly feel like Christmas, perhaps for the first time all year.
"It's so beautiful," I whisper to Alaric.
He turns that sexy smile on me, his eyes light with satisfaction as if he's the one who found release upstairs. I know he didn't, though. We had to wait fifteen minutes before we could come down because he was still hard.
"Ma always loved a good Christmas party," he says, placing his hand on my back. "She went all out every year. We made sure to keep the tradition alive."
"Everyone loves it," I say, placing my hand over his as something flickers through his expression, some concern I can't quite read but understand on instinct. He wants to honor her memory and do right by their employees. He's a good man. He genuinely cares for the people who work here. "They’ve been excited about it all day."
"Have they?" He smiles, his dark eyes crinkling as he nods toward Blaze. "Perhaps that's what they've been excited to see. It's not every day you get the Grinch in a Santa suit."
"Blaze is a grinch?"
"Nah." Alaric winks at me. "But he's wild about Georgia, and her contract ends a few days after Christmas. It's pissing him off."
"Oh." My gaze drifts toward the two of them. They move around each other like magnets. Blaze never really takes his eyes off the curvy blonde, not even when he's talking to one of the children in line to meet Santa. And Georgia stares at him unabashedly whenever he isn't looking, and sometimes even when he is. If he's wild about her, I think the feeling is mutual.