Page 87 of Tinsel in Telluride

I love that he didn’t think twice. There wasn’t a conversation on if we needed protection. It’s like he knew there’s no way inhell he’d be touching me without making sure all our bases were covered.

Pinching the tip, he rolls it down over his shaft and looks back up at me, his eyes dark and menacing.

“Touch yourself,” he rasps. “Get yourself ready for me.”

I don’t dare tell him I’m already dripping.

The tiniest whimper escapes my lips as I part my legs further and press a finger to my clit. Sparks fly beneath my skin as I circle the sensitive bud, heat coiling deep in my core.

Luca slides onto the bed behind me and runs his hand over the round of my ass. “I’ve been dreaming about his ass since spring training.”

I arch my back, leaning into his touch, and moan, “Yes.”

He slides his fingers down, ghosting the edge of my throbbing cunt like the tease he is.

“You’ve made me wait so fucking long to touch you,” Luca growls.

Craning my neck to see his face, I whimper, “Are you going to punish me?”

“Is that what you want?”

Luca digs his fingers into my hips, pulls me flush against his own. He slides his length through my slit and teases my clit. “Do you want me to take you over my knee and turn your ass the same color as Santa's suit?”

A desperate whimper escapes me as I rasp, “If you think it will help me remember that Christmas is sex and sex is you.”

“Fucking hell. You already have my heart. Are you trying to steal more from me with that mouth of yours, my Little Thief?”

My. Little. Thief.

So possessive. So sexy. And to think I hated that nickname twenty-four hours ago.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep all your things safe.”

He exhales a groan as he splays his hand wide across my ass cheek.

“If at any point you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

“I won’t.”

“Leigh,” he growls, “I need you to tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I repeat, meeting his gaze with an underlying defiance.

He shakes, stifling what I’m sure would be an all too sexy grin.

I turn back to the headboard and gripping it tight. I wiggle my ass one more time for him. “Now please, baby. Punish me for keeping this tight little cunt from you. Break me. Ruin Christmas for me in the best possible way. Then put me back together so this moment will live rent free in my mind for years to come.”

The next sound I hear is the crack of his hand against my ass. Pain and pleasure burst through me, and I let out a strangled gasp.

I whip my head around to find that grin plastered across Luca’s face.

I was right. It’s devastatingly sexy.

“That one’s an extra for your cheeky commentary.” He rubs his hand over the heated imprint he left behind. “Now count for me. I think five should be a good reminder.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, playfully.

Luca shakes his head as he slips his hand between my legs and rubs his fingers through my pussy until they’re soaked with my arousal.

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