Page 184 of Going Viral for Christmas
Soren keeps staring. Pretty sure he’s about to start a holy war in the name of my thighs.
I tilt my head. “Are we about to find another back room?”
That delicious mouth of his curves. “That depends.”
“On what?”
His voice becomes a blazing whisper of desire. “On whether or not you want to walk tomorrow.”
Soren’s hand curls around mine. He’s got that gleam that screamssex and sabotage,and he’s on a hunt to find the nearest coat closet to fuck me in the name of holiday spirit.
But I dig my heels in with a smirk. “Whoa, whoa. Where exactly are we going?”
Turning back to look at me, his brows raised, Soren squeezes my hand, “Trust me, Bells?”
“I do. I’m just trying to get the itinerary. Is this a one-orgasm detour or a multi-course tasting menu?”
“Definitely multi.” Soren yanks me into him, laughing wickedly before continuing.
We barely make it halfway down the hall before he veers left, tugging me with him through a closed-off area markedHoliday Memories Station.
A red, ornate chair is the center of attention, with two shelves looming behind it, filled with Santa hats, elf ears, reindeer antlers, and numerous other props, including candy cane glasses and various festive trinkets. A camera sitting on a tripod faces it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I peek back toward the hallway we came from.
“Nope.” Soren grins like the Devil in December, making his way toward the props. “Nothing says holiday cheer better than fucking in a corporate-sponsored photo station.”
I’m a little breathless over the suggestion. My eyes roam over the candy cane glasses, and suddenly, the reindeer ears are oddly erotic.
A flutter ignites low in my belly, tightens my thighs, and makes my breath heavier. I hesitate. No one’s here. But still, this isn’t exactly soundproof. Or locked.
Soren sees it in my eyes and leans close, voice low. “No one’s coming in. And even if they did… You’d be too far gone to care. It's a holiday-themed role play, Bells. You, me, a tight little space–other than, well, you know–and a countdown camera? Feels like Christmas to me.”
Heat pulses through me. I swallow as his hand falls from my back. He peruses the props, plucks a reindeer headband, and a pair of wireglasses from the basket. He dangles them in front of me. “You want Mrs. Claus or a naughty reindeer?”
Sleigh bells thud in my chest. I eye him for a beat. “Mrs. Claus.Duh.”
His grin turns absolutely filthy. “I’ve always thought Mrs. C was hot.”
Secretly snatching a prop and hiding it behind my back, I eye him. “You have an age gap kink?”
“Don’t we all?” Soren grabs a Santa hat, plants it on his head, and sits. The world narrows to the two of us. My heart slams in my chest as I gaze down at his beautiful face.
“Sit, on Santa’s lap, Bells.” A dark demand that curls under my skin.
Soren draws me toward his lap, those strong hands waste no time burrowing under my dress. But I don’t budge. I meet his eyes, let the corner of my mouth curve into a saccharine smile, and slowly shake my head no.
His brow furrows, confused. I sink to my knees, and his body stiffens. Kneeling before him, I short-circuit his central nervous system.
“What are you doing, Mrs. Claus?” he asks, voice a little croaky.
“Being festive.” I fashion a pair of elf ears on with deliberate care. Tilt my head. Let him take me in.
“Fucking hell,” he growls. “You have no idea what you just did to me.”
“I have a pretty solid one, actually.”
“You wearing those—” His eyes blaze. “—on your knees…like that?”
