Page 16 of Santa's Dark Secret

I smile again, remembering it so damn clearly that my pussy clenches. “You certainly did.”

“Good. Tick it.”

I get back to work, clutching the pen as I tick the second box.

I wish to be thrown around, flipped over like a pancake and railed within an inch of my life.

Glancing back up and waiting for him to continue, I realize he hasn’t glanced down at the paper once. It’s as though hehas every last one of my filthy Christmas wishes completely memorized, which only has my heart racing just a little faster.

“What about that sweet little clit of yours?” he questions, his hand falling to my hip and gently squeezing, making my skin burn with electricity from his touch. “Did you feel my mouth and how I worked you with my tongue? Did I make you scream, Mila?”

“Oh God, yes,” I groan.

“Mark it off.”

I wish to be dragged down my bed only to feel a warm mouth close over my clit and scream as he works me with his skilled tongue.

“Now,” he continues in that deep, gravelly tone, leaning in so his lips are gently brushing across my ear. “We both know damn well how you made me come apart in your mouth, so go right ahead and tick that one off. But the real question is, have you felt things tonight that you’ve never felt before? Did I screw you so good that no other man will ever compare to how it was with me?”

I suck in a breath, my body so responsive to everything that he is.

I don’t get a chance to respond before his arms are around my waist and he rolls us until he’s hovering over me, his body heavy against mine, but not so heavy that he crushes me. “Tell me, Mila. Will any other man ever compare to this?”

“Never,” I say just as he slides that thick cock back inside of me, slowly rocking back and forth as his lips come down onmine, and at this point, I don’t even know where the list or the pen have gone. All that matters is how he feels inside of me.

It’s slow and sensual, almost like some kind of beautiful goodbye.

I hold on to him as he brings me to the edge and it’s not long before we’re coming together again, and considering that wasn’t one of my wishes, I can only guess that it was nothing more than a gift from him to me.

His lips come down on mine with a heaviness that tears me to shreds. He sighs. “I’m sorry, Mila. I have to go.”

I slowly nod, willing myself not to break as I clutch his hand in mine. “Is it still okay that I walk up to the roof?”

“Of course.”

A renewed excitement builds deep in my chest, realizing that I still have a few minutes to hold onto this insane fantasy—a fantasy not a single person across the globe will ever believe.

Nick climbs off my bed, pulling me up with him, and as he finds his clothes and starts to dress, all I can do is grab my silk dressing gown and watch, still unable to believe tonight is even real. After kicking off my heels and switching them out for a pair of slippers, I pull the gown tight around me, tying it in a knot at my waist.

Nick fixes his pants and steps into his boots before grabbing his big red coat off my armchair and pulling it on. Only he doesn’t bother doing it up or strapping his belt back on. Instead, he simply wraps it around his hand and leads me out of my bedroom.

We cross the living room and before I know it, Nick is taking my hand and helping me through my fire escape. “You know,” I say as he climbs out behind me, then makes sure to close the window to keep the chill from getting in. “Every year since I was a little girl, I wished you would come back.”

“I know,” he says, starting up the stairs toward his reindeer, who are no doubt waiting as patiently as ever. “I received every single one of them.”

“You never let me down,” I muse. “You came every year.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mila,” he says, stopping on the stairs and stepping right into me, crowding me against the railing. “I’ve belonged to you since I was eight years old. There wasn’t a single year I didn’t want to come. Even if you never wished me back, I would have found my way here.”

My heart races, but I really don’t know how to feel. He’s leaving me, and I’m just supposed to wait for him to return. My heart is so full, but at the same time, it’s breaking in a way I never thought capable. “So,” I say, trying to deflect the pain growing in my chest. “Are you a creepy, stalker Santa who likes getting his rocks off, or are you a genuine man who simply wanted a girl’s Christmas wishes to come true?”

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