Page 62 of Christmas With The Kings
“Can we take a picture with you, Santa?” she asked, already angling her phone forward.
I didn’t miss it—the sharp flicker of jealousy flashing across Kinsley’s face. The way her eyes narrowed a fraction, her posture stiffening as if she’d been preparing for this moment all along.
The little shit moved to my side.
Before she could get to me, the blonde thrust her phone straight at her. “Would you mind, sweetheart? Just one quick picture. It’s been years since I’ve seen such a fine Santa and forever since I’ve sat on his lap.”
I’ll give my girl some credit. Her smile was there, soft enough for the woman not to notice, but her eyes…they burned. Anger and possessiveness rippled through her like a live wire, a volcano trembling just before eruption.
Her grip on the phone went white-knuckled, and though she tried to mask it, all her fury was aimed squarely at me. She didn’t have to say a word. I knew her too well.
“Of course.”
The woman plopped herself onto my free knee without hesitation. My eyebrows shot up, and a loud chuckle came from Sebastian. He was watching with growing amusement.
I kept my grin fixed, leaning into the role—Santa at the mercy of overly enthusiastic parents. Kinsley lifted the phone and snapped a picture. Her lips moved as she mumbled something under her breath.
The little girl beamed. Her mother…smirked. And then, as the girl hopped down, the woman leaned closer, voice pitched low. “So, Santa. You got a number for me?”
Kinsley’s head jerked up so fast I thought she might sprain something. She took several deep breaths, and her eyes flicked to my ankle, where her blades rested.
I leaned in, keeping my voice smooth. “Sorry. As flattering as your offer is,” I said, and lifted my hand, deliberately tapping the ring against my knee. “I’m taken.”
“Yeah, he’s taken,” Kinsley hissed, stepping forward.
The woman recoiled. To avoid a full-on bloodbath from taking place, I thumbed the ring. A powerful jolt tore through Kinsley’s body, and her eyes went wide, her lips parting as she sucked in a sharp breath. She tumbled forward and collapsed onto my lap.
The blonde blinked, confused, and a little put out. Isabella had somehow picked up on the intense feelings coursing through Kinsley. She made her way over. She plucked the woman’s phone from Kinsley and shoved it back into the woman’s hand with clipped politeness and muttered, “Happy Christmas.”
“That was not nice, my beloved,” Kinsley bristled.
Mother came over to check in with us and give us a fifteen-minute break. I guided Kinsley away with a hand at the small of her back. We slipped behind the tent, out of sight of anyone. The air was cooler here, quieter—just the sound of muffled carols and the occasional jingle of bells.
Jesus, this fucking little toy was the best gift I’d gotten all year for her. She huffed, then took a long sip of water, and shot me a look that could’ve peeled paint.
The second she was done, she turned on me. “Are you insane?” She jabbed into my stomach, her eyes sparking. “Letting her sit on your knee? Letting her—”
I cut her off with a low chuckle; the sound vibrating deep in my chest. “Jealous, Mrs. Claus? I can fix that for you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I think I will.” I brushed my thumb over the ring to level six. A jolt snapped through her body, arching her spine, pulling a strangled gasp from her lips.
“Shhh,” I murmured, stepping closer, crowding her against the support pole of the tent. “Wouldn’t want our volunteers to hear.” My hand shot out and cupped her pussy.
Fuck. Warmth seeped into my hand from her cunt, and I groaned at the feel of her toy seated in her panties.
Her fingers bunched into my coat, tugging me closer even as she ground her hips into my hand. “You’re cruel.”
“Oh, Santa, is just getting started with you. And you’re loving every second of this, little miss exhibitionist. Plus, you are absolutely gorgeous when you’re jealous.” I thumbed the ring again, higher this time, and she whimpered, knees threatening to give. My arm slid around her waist, catching her before she crumpled, holding her flush against me.
“Need to safeword,” I breathed against the shell of her ear.
She shook her head, teeth digging into her bottom lip. A breath hitched in her throat, followed by a sharp exhale through parted lips.
“My rules are in place. No coming without my permission.” I sent another flick of the ring, another shock that had her trembling against me. Her muffled moan was all the confirmation I needed.
I pulled back enough to meet her eyes, my grin wicked beneath the beard. Her chest rose faster with every passing second. Reaching down, I casually brushed my thumb along her knee.
