Page 56 of Screwged for Christmas

My brows crinkle. “Oh?”

I laugh and feel it down to my soul when the giddy little girl screams, “I’m going to ask Santa fow a puppy!”

“Oh my.”

“Good luck with that, sweetie.” Her uncle strolls in with a lopsided smirk on his face, his hands buried in his pockets. In a few long strides he’s across the room and scooping Kaylee up, twirling her around to the sound of more giggles. “Your mommy is here and looking for her favorite snow angel. Run along and let her know I’ll be right there, okay?”

“Mewwy Chwistmas, Gwacie!” Kaylee’s happy squills have me laughing as she waves goodbye and heads to find her mom.

Alone with Logan, he turns to me, the uncle side all but gone and the hot, successful lawyer standing in his place. Defined muscle, hard angles and pure sex appeal are wrapped in an expensive tuxedo. He hasn’t tied the bow tie or put on the jacket yet so I get to appreciate all that white cotton straining over bulging biceps and well-defined shoulders.

He reaches between us and caresses a cheek with the back of his knuckles in a gentle glide. “A little one in your arms looks like a natural fit. Stay right here. I won’t take long.”

I turn to the window and gaze out trying to piece together how exactly I ended up here. I’m a nobody standing in a billionaire’s bedroom drinking expensive champagne. More like sipping, but still. A girl like me with a man like him?

After proposing to me he quickly explained Kaylee wouldn’t be spending Christmas with him after all. That her mother came home early from a business trip.

The news made me happy but equally confused at first. I was after all the girl’s nanny. What other use did he have for me?

And then he explained the charity event and the reason behind all the packages. They were for children of fallen soldiers. A noble cause that gripped my heart. He needed help hand-delivering them and wanted me to stay. To help him seal a bet he had with a friend.

Since the bet is all in the name of a little harmless fun, how could I refuse? Plus, I got to be the woman wrapped around Logan’s arm for a night.

It’s snowing outside and I’m tempted to ask if we can stay right here. But all those gifts need handing out the soft side of me wants to see the smiling faces of the kids as they tear into their presents. I glance at the clock by the bed. Still an hour to go.

A comfortable silence settles over the apartment and it’s not long before I feel the presence of Logan coming up behind me. I glance up and catch the dark hunger in his eyes through the reflection of the window and the air in my lungs freezes. How long have I wanted to see that look on him?

It feels like forever.

His arms wind around me and we stand like this for a moment caught in the silence of watching the snow cover the city in white.

“If I could have my way, I would steal you away for myself and never let another man see you in that dress.”

He rests a hand on my shoulder and I turn to find a heat in his eyes that has my pussy clenching with the promise I find coming to the surface in those brown, mysterious eyes. Control is a word in short supply tonight and I can feel boundaries being tested.

He leans down and brushes his lips over the exposed dip between my shoulder and neck and I lean into his touch, my eyes dipping closed.

“Divine, soft and all mine for the next twenty-four hours.”

I let out a small gasp when I feel the hard ridge of his cock press against me. He doesn’t need to encourage me when his mouth seeks mine. I open for him, winding my arms around his neck. I’m on my tiptoes even in heels. His hands run the length of my waist and grips my ass, hauling me up his powerful body.

“Mr. Sterling,” I moan against his lips but his demanding kiss won’t let me beg him for what I really want. That’s ok, the hot liquid pooling between my thighs says quite a bit. The second he pushes my dress up he’ll find out just how ready I am for him.

My nails bit into the back of his neck and he’s growling his response as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down, spreading my legs wide with a hand on either knee.

The hem of my ankle-length dress slips to pool around my waist to reveal a matching red thong nestled tightly against my cunt and the rest buried between my ass cheeks.

“I need you to fuck me, Mr. Sterling. Right now. I need you to take the burn and ache away.”

Why hold back. We’ve come this far and I see no need to hide what I want.

“Say it one more time, Gracie. Let me hear you call me Mr. Sterling one more time.”

With my head spinning, I give him what he wants. “Mr. Sterling.”

He’s over me, tipping my chin up and brushing the back of his knuckles across the smooth skin of my cheek. “Let that be the last time anything formal stands between us. For tonight at least I am your fiancé and you are fiancée. I want to hear only my given name fall from your lips unless I’m making you scream and even then, I want it to be my name you’re screaming.”

My nipples pucker beneath the fine material of my dress. A shuddering breath escapes as the tips of his fingers glide down the valley between my breasts and slip beneath the tiny straps holding the sides together.

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