Page 18 of Santa's Baby

She gives me a dark, wild look.

“What?”

“You. . . you said. . .” Two bright red spots appear high on her cheeks. Her eyes are dangerously bright now. Fuck me. Fucking hell. “Ford, you told me you wanted me to have. . . And now you’re saying you aren’t mine to bring home for Christmas? That was all just talk?”

I scramble off the bed, but she’s already racing out of the room. By the time I reach her, she’s pulling on one of my sweaters.

Armor, I guess, against the bad man who broke her heart.

I catch her around the waist and spin her around. “Stop. No. Of course you’re mine. I’m sorry.” Fuck. I kiss her tear-stained cheeks. “I just don’t want to rush you.”

“Really?” She pushes against my chest. “I thought you wanted to claim me.”

“That’s the bad man part of me, baby.”

“I thought we talked about this. You don’t have to hide that from me.” She gives me a defiant look.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“I want to be scared. Show me everything.”

“And then take you to your family Christmas? Dress up as Santa for you?”

“Yes!” She throws her hands in the air. “Are you kidding me? Yes, that’s how it works. Be my freak here and my bae out there.”

“Your. . .” I swallow hard around the knot in my throat. “And your. . .”

She climbs up my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “Or be my Daddy at home and my boyfriend around town?”

“I want more,” I growl, everything clicking into place. I’ve been an idiot. A fucking idiot of epic proportions, locking myself up in this lighthouse for years, refusing to live because of an ephemeral fantasy.

But I was waiting for her.

I don’t have to lock myself up any longer.

I palm her ass, my fingers questing between her legs because her pussy is mine. “I’m not boyfriend material, baby. I’m too possessive, too needy. Too demanding.”

She shivers in my arms. “Then demand away. What do you want of me?”

“I want your curiosity. All the time. Baby wants to see Daddy’s dick? Crawl on me and ask. I want your sweetness. You’ve had a bad day? I want you to curl up in my lap and tell me about it. I want your promise, too. I want to hear forever dripping off your lips as I claim you.”

I want to wife her up, too, but I gotta do it right.

“Forever?” She wriggles against me, and fuck, I missed an opportunity to fill her with seed before.

I’ll rectify that immediately. “You sore, baby?”

“No,” she whines as I circle the slick center of her body.

“You sure?”

“I want you.”

“That’s not the same thing.” I haul her to the oversized couch and lie down, moving her around until her sweet little pussy is in front of my face. It’s swollen and red, like a big brute bashed his way into her, and I can’t fuck her again.

I need to.

I lick her instead as she writhes on top of me. I’m buck ass naked, but she’s still wearing my hoodie, so I can’t feel her tits on my belly as she flattens out, grinding her pussy back against me.

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