Page 11 of Santa's Dirty Secret
“Apologize to her,” Nick says through gritted teeth.
“It’s fine,” I tell Nick.
"Yeah, she says it's fine," Jasper hisses between breaths but winces again when Nick pulls tighter. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry."
Nick lets him go, and Jasper staggers away, holding on to his arm.
"Are you okay?" Nick asks, reaching for me, but I step away from him.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What?”
I shake my head and turn back towards the direction I was walking before Jasper stopped me. Nick is right behind me, following me out of the ballroom.
I'm nearly to the door of the woman's restroom when Nick's hand rests on my lower back, and he leads me into a dark empty alcove.
“What happened back there?” he asks.
I shove him in the chest, but he barely sways on his feet. “You acted like some alpha asshole trying to save me when I don’t need saving.”
“I can’t believe you are upset with me.” He points down the hall towards the ballroom. “That guy is the alpha asshole. He wasn’t taking no for an answer.”
“You think I didn’t already know that a second after meeting him what kind of guy he is? I was handling the situation before you barged over and nearly broke his arm.”
“I would have done a lot more if he—”
“What do you care?” I snap at him.
He looks like my words were an actual physical blow to him. “How can you say that?”
“I can say that because you’ve been running hot and cold with me ever since yesterday. I’m tired of the mind games you keep playing.”
"The games I'm playing?" He steps towards me, and I back up against the wall. "You are the queen of mind games. Trying to tempt me at every turn."
“Yeah, because I want to be with you.”
Nick closes his eyes like my words are another body blow to him. “Your father is my best friend.”
“So?”
“I’m twenty-five years older than you.”
“I don’t care.”
"Someday down the road, you will."
I reach up and cup his face in my hands. “Why can’t we enjoy the now with each other?”
Nick opens his eyes and his intense gaze focuses on me. "Because what I feel isn't fleeting, and if I get a taste of you, I won't be able to let you go."
“Then don’t let me go.” I brush my lips softly against his. “Please.”
Nick presses his body against mine, pinning me between him and the wall. His hard cock pressed into my lower belly. A moan escapes my lips when his hand slips beneath the slit in my dress and brushes aside the silk fabric of my panties.
“You’re wet.”
“Always, when it comes to you.”
