Page 51 of Christmas With The Kings
“Yes, Sir. He did an excellent job of it.”
“Good to know. Now,” He murmured, leaning back again, casual, confident, ring glinting as he tapped the armrest. “Be a good girl and go get dressed for me so we can start our day. Your clothes are hanging in the closet.”
I traced his tattoo with trembling fingers and then launched myself into his arms, wrapping around him like he was the greatest prize of all.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his throat.
His arms wrapped tightly around me, one hand spreading across my lower back, the other tangling in my hair. I nuzzled into him, shameless in my nudity, shameless in my love.
“Now I really can’t wait to misbehave.”
His low laugh vibrated through both of our chests. “You’re so bad, little love.”
He smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. My heart wouldn’t stop fluttering, and my mind raced as I glanced over at the new toy he’d given me. My skin tingled with the memory of his teasing touch, and every part of me buzzed with affection for the man beneath me.
He lounged back, legs wide, relaxed like the king he was. I was still sprawled in his lap, bare skin pressed to his sweater-clad chest, soaking up the residual heat from the fire and his body. I didn’t want to move.
He brushed his knuckles along my hip, then tapped it twice. “I gave you an order, little love.”
I pouted instantly, sliding off his lap with a dramatic sigh. “I think I’ve changed my mind. Maybe we should stay in. Have you seen the bedroom? I could show it to you.” I batted my lashes, letting my hand trace his tattooin one last effort at persuasion. “We could…have a quickie. Shower. I could suck you off…”
He raised an unimpressed brow and smacked my bare backside with a sharp thwack. I squeaked.
“As much as I’d love to stay in and wreck you,” he said, voice warm with mischief, “I told you, we’ve got plans. Move. Now.”
“Fine.” I huffed, grabbing the discarded throw blanket and wrapping it around myself in a swish of protest.
He smirked and folded his arms, watching me walk away with a gleam in his eye. My cheeks ached from smiling, and my heart felt so full it could burst. I bounced down the hall, humming to myself.
“Dashing through downtown London. In a black SUV. With my Blade by my side. A day for him and me. We’ll stop by the club. He’ll make my ass so bright. What fun it is to ride and play—with his monster cock all night.” I dissolved into giggles.
Kinsley
When I opened the closet, I startled. Hanging front and center was a little red velvet number trimmed in white faux fur, with a flirty skirt and a fitted bodice that left just enough to the imagination.
“Mrs. Claus?” I murmured. “Ohh…the Reaper—”
“Can kick rocks. Today you are my Mrs. Claus.”
I spun toward the sound of his voice. He leaned against the doorway.
I held up the hanger, the fabric swaying between us. “You realize this borders dangerously close to costume-party territory, right? Are we role playing, because if so, I have ideas.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do. Maybe you can share them in the car. But you’re going to look perfect in that,” he said smoothly, strolling over and plucking the hanger from my hands. “With the stripped thigh highs…fuck…” his voice trailed off as his fingers danced across the top of my thigh.
I peeked behind the dress and, sure enough, candy-cane striped ones greeted me. He’d thought of everything. “An elf would’ve been cuter,” I teased, arching a brow. “You know I’m bite-sized.”
“You’ll be the sexiest Mrs. Claus in all of London. And if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll let you sit on my lap, later.”
“Just your lap?” I teased, slipping onto the tips of his boots, balancing myself as if they were pointe shoes.
Time to tempt him with touch. Even on tiptoes, ankles arched, body stretching up, I still barely brushed his collar bones. He smirked down at me, infuriatingly tall, until finally he bent so our lips met.
The kiss was warm and intimate, stealing the air from my lungs. His mouth was firm, steady, the taste of syrup still lingering there, and when I opened, he accepted the invitation, deepening it. I clung to his sweater, pressing my chest against him before dragging my nipples across the front.
“Mm,” I hummed against his mouth, pulling back enough to let my lips graze his. “Distracted yet?”
He glanced downward, one brow arching at my unapologetic attempt to seduce him. For a heartbeat, he looked tempted. A soft moan escaped as he caressed my nipples. Then his hand dropped lower and heat exploded against my ass as he slapped it.
