“Is that a question or fact, little girl?”
“Mostly good?”
“Do you think a good girl would put glitter in my paint?” She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her say another word. “Four times.” To this, she giggled, and fuck me, I would let her do it another four times just to get the honor of hearing that magnificent sound.
“But was I right about the paint?” she asked, bravely, and I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“You were.”
“See… sometimes, you have to do naughty things to get the right result.”
“Hmm, you might be right, my sweet snowflake,” I murmured, leaning closer.
Fucking hell, Candace smelled so fucking good. Like sweetness and mine. All damn mine. I’d figure out a way to keep her, anything to never spend another day without her.
“And what would such a beautiful, naughty girl like you want for Christmas this year?” Fucking shit, the words sounded like they were coming from the worst porno ever, but she didn’t seem fazed in the least. If anything, she was turned on with the way she squirmed and rubbed her round ass against the hard ridge of my cock. Turned out the sexy, curvy elf on my lap seemed to like dirty talk.
And I was a very lucky Santa.
“This year?” Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “I think,“ she worded slowly, “all I want for Christmas is you,” she whispered, sitting up straighter and lifting her head just enough so our mouths could touch.
One moment, it was the sweetest hottest kiss of my life, and the next, it was an inferno of passion. Wet kisses, teeth scrapedas hungry sounds echoed against the walls of the brewery. I picked her up and had her straddle my lap. Both her thighs over my own, she looked like a goddamn goddess on me.My goddess.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, kissing me again, then somehow managed to stop and move her beautiful plump lips to the edge of my own.
“This mean you’re going to give me a chance, baby?” I held her head still. Our eyes locked, and she swallowed. “I promise. I just need one chance.”
“One chance,” she answered confidently. My heartrate picked up. “No more misunderstandings, Onyx. No more thinking someone better for me is out there. If you want me, prove it. And no more not talking to me out of nowhere. I get it if we have a fight, but—“ She didn’t need to say another word.
My mouth locked on hers again.
One of my hands moved to hold the back of her head, keeping her in place as the other made quick work of tugging her cardigan off one shoulder and then letting it fall on the ground below us. Touching her smooth skin made me want to rip every piece of clothing right off us.
Her sexy hips ground against my length, making me groan. Her lips parted, and my tongue plundered her mouth. She tasted so damn good. I knew if I didn’t start to pump the breaks on this, my sweet little elf was going to make me lose control, and I wasn’t sure she was ready for all of me just yet.
“Onyx.”
“That’s Santa to you, baby girl,” I muttered, embracing the little role play that seemed to be doing it for her. My hands moved and cupped her full breasts. The weight of them felt like utter perfection as I gently squeezed and watched her face morph with pleasure. Her breathing turned shallow, and her head fell back with her eyes fluttering shut. That’s whenI realized something that would have the power to snap my control in two.
“Did my naughty sweetness wear her hair down just for me?” The way her face flushed further, almost touching the tips of her ears, was enough of an answer for me. My hands dropped her luscious tits before they slid up to play in her hair.
“Santa,” her voice whined, and I felt like a feral animal about to pounce.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please,” she whined so damn beautifully she made me leak all over again.
“Please what, Candy? What do you want, naughty girl?”
“More,” she whined. I kissed her, hard and punishing, but my woman didn’t take any kind of heed from the silent warning. If anything, she liked it by the way she ground and gasped against me. The heat and wetness between her thighs penetrated the thin velvet Santa pants.
“I need more. I need you. Please, fuck me.”
“Fuck you, huh?” I growled, pulling back. I lifted her up, and my sexy elf wrapped her legs around my waist. “Dirty little elf wants to get fucked here? Where anyone could stop by Candy trembled with want in my arms.
Turned out my snowflake might have a little bit of an exhibitionist side to her. That was something we were definitely going to talk about. For now, I would let her believe anyone could walk in when I knew very well that each and every door and fucking window in this place was locked. There was no way I would ever dare anyone interrupt this date, much less see or hear her. Not that I had planned on gettingthisfucking lucky.
