Page 12 of Bought By Santa

Hmm, I need to see her without her clothes on. I never go into business without knowing all the facts, and tonight won’t be any different. I do my best not to disturb her as I slide the strap off her shoulder, moving so I can pull the dress down her body, revealing her sexy, black lingerie.

Her curves flow seamlessly from her full, rounded breasts to her slender waist, and back out to her hips. Childbearing hips. I grin at the thought. I suppress a groan as I notice one nipplepeeking out through the cup in her strapless bra. Little minx was dressed to impress, and, yeah, I’m fucking impressed.

Needing to see all of her, I roll her to the side and unclasp her bra. No longer caring about disturbing her, I roughly pull the bra off her. Her lush tits fall free. “Damn,” I growl, my cock throbbing in my suit pants.

I can’t resist palming, kneading the heavy flesh. If—no,when—I have my way, these will look so good swelling with milk. Her breathing intensifies, sounding haggard, and it’s making me smirk. Does she know I’m touching her? Judging by her beaded nipples, she likes my touch.

Standing, I push her back onto her back and hook my thumbs into the delicate lace of her thong. I slide the scrap of fabric down her legs, cupping her calves so I can push her legs apart. As the apex of her thighs is no longer hidden, I see she’s completely bare. Her pink folds beckon to me, and I run a finger through them. Fuck, she’s wet.

“I wonder how you taste,” I muse out loud, my voice husky with want.

Sinking down to the floor, I pull her to the edge so I can sample her. My mouth waters as I pull the faux beard down before darting my tongue out, teasing her clit. Then I continue downwards until I find her wet entrance. Her taste hits me like a freight train of the best kind. I can’t resist lapping at her hole, licking up her arousal while I use my free hand to rub myself through my suit pants.

Just as I’m about to come, I stop. Not because my morals tell me to, fuck that. I’m not a good guy. I stop because I still have more research to do. Now that I know her body is up to snuff, I can move ahead to the next phase.

I get up from the floor and pull her further up the bed so her head is resting on my pillow. Then I go to get one of my button-up shirts and put it on her. It’s a shame it hides her delicious body, but I’ll see her naked again soon enough.

As I pick up her discarded clothes from the floor, I notice the tag is still on her dress and underwear. Interesting.

Pulling my phone out, I call Marco, the head of my security. After we took care of the thief and most of his associates, I ordered my team back here, knowing Jack and I could easily take care of the last one. Just as I’m about to get annoyed Marco isn’t picking up, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I turn around to find him standing there.

“Sir?” he questions. His lips twist into a wry smile as he eyes the purse in my hand. “Black suits you. Maybe I can borrow that on my next night out.”

Chuckling, I point at the sleeping woman. “Keep watch,” I command. His answering nod is stiff, military. “No one touches her. And I need you to get me the moment she wakes up.”

To his credit, Marco doesn’t ask any questions. “Understood boss.” His voice is a low rumble.

Her blonde hair fans out on the pillow, making her look like an angel, but I know better. Angels don’t survive in my world—they get devoured. And yet, I find myself wanting to use, maybe even protect, this one.

“If anything happens to her, you answer to me.” My tone leaves no room for doubt.

“Of course.”

Without a word, I clasp his arm before leaving my bedroom, trusting Marco to keep the woman contained and safe while I do some background checks.

Alone in my office, I empty her purse—or clutch; I think that’s what Ruby calls these things—onto my desk. Various items fall out; her phone, some makeup, a compact mirror, and three fucking condoms. I pick the foil wrapper up, studying it in the light. At first I don’t see anything, but as I look closer, I noticesmall holes. A grin spreads across my face as I confirm all three condoms are damaged.

When no ID falls out, I look inside. There’s a small zipper in the lining, and as I unzip it, I see her driver’s license tucked away in there. Carolina Sterling. The name rolls off my tongue as I say it out loud.

Using the software we use to run background checks on everyone we come into contact with, I rapidly type Carolina’s name in the search bar. Information flows across the screen. She’s twenty-six years old and lives alone. Her financials are a disaster, last-ditch efforts written between the lines.

Hmm, considering that her Cam Girl site, one owned by my family, seems to be a big hit, that makes no sense. I allow myself to get distracted long enough to see everything she’s doing online. It seems she’s not only uploading pre-recorded videos of herself in the shower and getting dressed, but she’s also taking custom requests. None of the content is overly sexual, more teasing.

Entering the website with my owner credentials, I look through all the info that isn’t available to the public. Carolina’s contact information, previous auctions she’s done for her used underwear and even a date. The money she’s earned from this isn’t insignificant, so why the hell is she living in one of the worst neighborhoods?

As I dig deeper, I find the reason for her lack of money. She has a monthly expense to a home for the disabled, and it seems her sister, Willow Sterling, twenty years old, lives there. I scoff in distaste. What kind of person doesn’t even personally care for their family?

Then again, a woman who keeps her tags on her clothes and pokes holes in condoms doesn’t have much of a conscience. Something doesn’t sit right with me about that. When Carolina mentioned her sister, she sounded desperate, and not just tosave her life. There was more to it, like she was fighting for her sister rather than using her as a bid to gain her freedom.

I lean back, considering the woman unconscious in my bed. She’s desperate, willing to do anything for her sister. That’s something I can use.

Continuing my search, I find that Carolina’s dad, Shaun Sterling, died in the same hit-and-run that left Willow disabled. Their mom, Luna, died not too long ago from an overdose, it looks like Carolina and Willow are each other’s everything, which is perfect.

Carolina’s got fire, I saw it in her fight. It amuses me, impresses me. And those curves, that blonde hair—it’s all a bonus. I need an heir, desperately, and she’s looking for financial security.

Two birds, one stone. There’s a tightness in my chest that wasn’t there before, an anticipation of what’s coming.

My lips curl into a half-smile at the thought. I know she’ll put up one hell of a fight. I can already imagine the fire in those blue eyes when she wakes up here, in my home. The way she’ll arch under my touch, defiant even as she succumbs to the inevitable.

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