“So I get you all to myself?” I ask as I open her door.
“Yup.” She loops an arm around my neck and presses her lips to mine. What starts as a chaste kiss quickly becomes heated, and when she moans into my mouth, I clutch her ass and pull her tight to my body, deepening the connection.
“Fuck, I needed you tonight,” I admit, dragging in a breath of her.
She rests a hand over my pounding heart. “I’m right here.”
Forehead pressed to hers, I close my eyes and relish her closeness. “You are.”
“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get you home.”
Her words have their intended effect, making me chuckle. But internally, I’m a mess, my instincts screaming at me to tell her how I really feel in this moment. I rein them in and tuck them away for now, but damn is it tempting to let the words slip. To give her my truths.
I’ve fallen for you. Don’t leave me. I can’t lose anyone else.
THIRTY
SAVANNAH
“No peeking.”I spin and peer over my shoulder, checking the straps in the mirror.
“How could I peek?” he asks, his tone still on the grumpy side. “You’ve got the door closed.”
He’s been off tonight, so while I’d planned to save this until we were at his place next week so I could incorporate the poles in the basement, I knew I couldn’t wait. When he walked into Beckett’s looking drained and practically beaten down, it was easy to change plans. I don’t really need a pole for this, and I want our first Christmas to be special. And this outfit? It’s definitely special.
“Sit down on the bed. Make yourself comfortable,” I tell him through the door. “And close your eyes.”
He chuckles. “Baby girl, what are you doing?”
“I’m making you smile. And there’s a good chance you’ll come, so perk up, Daddy. Tonight is just getting started.”
I lit a few candles when we arrived, then turned off the lights. Since that kiss outside his car, Camden has been looking at me differently. Like what we have goes deeper than it should, since we haven’tknown each other long. And I’ve given up pretending I don’t feel that way too. I’m in this. I’m going to put myself out there.
I open the door and peek out, and when I confirm he’s got his eyes shut, I dart past him and sit in front of the Christmas tree, my legs tucked beneath me. The tree is small. It had to be in order to fit in my tiny apartment, but I have a feeling the gift he’s about to receive will be one he won’t ever forget.
“You can open your eyes now,” I say sweetly.
He obeys, and when he zeroes in on me, he breaks into a wicked grin.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
Without a word, he stalks toward me. The swagger in his step makes my belly warm and tight.
“Are you my present, baby girl?” he asks as he drinks me in, examining the green fabric banded around me the same way the ribbons covered the dancers the night we met. My breasts are far bigger than any of the women that night, so the silk barely covers more than my nipples, but that’s fine by me.
Popping up onto my knees, I lean forward so he can see the bow that barely covers my ass. “Depends. Have you been naughty this year?”
“Very.” The word is like sandpaper as it leaves him. He bends at the waist and brushes a finger over the ribbon stretched across my back. The gentle touch makes me shiver. “Where’d you get this?” He pulls at the fabric, and when it stretches easily, he hums and stands straight, looming over me.
I brace myself with my hands on my thighs and stare up at him. Like this, kneeling at his feet while he stares down at me like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, I’m awash with a contentment I don’t know that I’ve ever experienced.
“Online. I got two: one red, one green. My original plan looked a little different, but I improvised.”
He smirks, his face cast in shadow. “Two?”
I lick my lips. “Yes. That was going to be part of your Christmas present. My friend Kacie was going to join us.”
His eyes flare with what could be heat or jealousy. Either way, it makes my pulse pick up.
