Page 67 of Santa's Wish
"You weren't?"
He met my gaze and shook his head. "No, not for a long time. I'd forgotten why I liked sex so much. And then I met you."
"Do you still like sex?" I asked.
"I love sex with you," he said, kissing my cheek. "With everyone else, it's just a job."
"You'd rather tease the crowd with a dance."
"I'm teasing you," he reminded me with a quick peck to my nose. "The crowd is a side-effect."
"I love it when you tease me." I shifted in his lap tostraddle him and went in for a deeper kiss. He surrendered to me, and I lost myself in the glorious rhythm. I loved kissing even more now that I didn't have to breathe.
He arched his back and thrust his cock against mine. We both moaned as instinct took over. In less than a second, I was sprawled on my back on the bed with him on top of me, our streaming show forgotten.
His teeth scraped against the side of my neck in the way I loved. It still made my pulse race, even though I knew he couldn't hurt me. I healed too quickly now.
"Do you wish I was still human?" I asked. It was something I wondered as our heartbeats slowed each morning and death returned to our bodies for the day.
"I wish you had lived longer," he said. "Only because I always wanted to live longer." He gazed up at me and smiled.
I'd met plenty of vampires over the last year, thanks to my job, and they all had shrewd and calculating gazes. Not Santa. When he looked at me, I knew he saw me, while other vampires all seemed to look through me.
"How do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"You look … human, when you look at me."
He shook his head and nipped at my chest. "I let my guard down with you. You do the same with me. That'show I knew you loved me. You look at Colette like she's a spreadsheet."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. He was so fucking adorable. Yes, two-century-old vampires could be adorable, and he was proof.
"You're my favorite spreadsheet." I played with his hair as he continued to nip, lick, and suck his way down my chest and abs.
"I'm your favorite cocksucker." He hovered with his chin a hair's breadth from said cock. If I flexed my kegels, I could hit him with it, but I didn't. I reached for the caned headboard and held on, showing him I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.
I never would have asked the real Santa Claus for a boyfriend. I wouldn't have known what to ask for, since I'd never had one. Santa was so much more than my boyfriend now. He was the perfect Christmas present, one I could enjoy all year round.
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