Page 65 of Screwged for Christmas

He ignores me, brushing my hand to the side when I reach for the dildo still in me. Locking gazes, he slips the toy from my vagina and brings it to his lips.

I stop breathing and can do little more than groan with surprise.

I can’t look away when he licks every inch clean and I know he’s doing it all for me. Giving me a thrill of a show and it works. I am more smitten with him now than I ever was and isn’t that a Christmas miracle, because between you and me, the man has owned me, heart and soul, since long before either of us were bold enough to take what we wanted. Each other.

He heads to the bathroom and returns with a cloth to clean me with a look of love and devotion on his face. “By the way, baby, company is downstairs. Everyone arrived early.”

I gasp. “I need to shower.”

“Not happening,” he says flatly. “I want to know while I’m carving up the turkey my cum is in this sweet ass all night. No shower. Not until after everyone goes home and then I’ll be the one to wash you.”

“Kinky as fuck,” I say huskily.

“Then after I wash you, I’m going to fuck that ass again and this time I want to see you sucking the dildo as I fuck this ass again.”

I smile and slip into my husband's arms when I sit up. “Sounds like the best Christmas present ever.”

He dips his head for a kiss and I moan at the taste of me on his lips. I’ll never be alone in this big world again. He’s made sure of it and I’ve made sure he’ll always have a warm home to welcome him after a long, hard day. We give each other that balance and happiness and I send a silent thanks to Pandora and her little bookstore. If she hadn't made me dig down deep and figure out what I really wanted I might have never gone for the kiss in the back of Logan’s car. The kiss that sealed our fates. Christmas truly is the most magical time of the year.

EPILOGUE

PANDORA

Islip the lock closed and pull down the shutters. A satisfying feeling settles over me. It’s Christmas night and all the magic that is going to happen this eve has already taken place. My job, for another year at least, has come to a close. I know Noella and Gracie will find their happily-ever-after and it brings me one of my own.

Low Christmas music plays over the speakers and I softly hum along as I gather the empty teacups from their visit and put them on the back counter.

“Jingle spells, jingle spells, jingle all the way,” I sing to myself feeling amused and happy.

I feel more than hear the arrival of my midnight guest. There’s a slight shift in the energy of a room like static and a charge of pureness. Given the door is secured and there’s no other soul inside Pandora’s Shelves there is only one other explanation.

Usually, it pisses me off to have an angel trampling all over my good deeds at Christmas but this one. Oh, man. My body tightens and flushes all at once. The angel in question has a sexy smile and a body made for pleasuring a woman.

Long, thick legs, shoulder made to carry the burdens of the world and eyes that make me dream of my own Christmas wishes for a long while now.

Well, ever since I shunned the rules and started making Christmas wishes come true. About one hundred years ago, give or take a decade. You see my good old mom and dad had a thing for breaking the rules. She was a witch and he was an angel placed on earth to watch over humans.

A little naughty business later and here I am, immortal and left to carry on the tradition of not giving a fuck about the rule book. Making people happy and giving them their happily-ever-after with the ones they love should be what is important. The scowl on the angel’s face standing across from me in jeans that look tailor-made to wrap around an impressive bulge says otherwise.

A grin slides across my lips as I turn to face the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Tall, well built, sharp angles and muscles that have me creaming my panties every Christmas and any other time he can sneak away for a little fun. You see, each year it’s the same dance. I do some magic, answer a few wishes angels rather grant and he comes around threatening to punish me. I love when he shows up all pissy and ready to teach me a lesson.

Just like I planned.

“Just once I wish you would use the front door like a normal person.” I tease walking toward him.

He shrugs those massive shoulders of his like he has no interest in being normal, which he isn’t but when in Rome, right?

He arches a dark brow that makes him look playful and breaks the stern expression he was trying for. “Up to your tricks again. How many times have I told you to stay out of angel business, Pandora? Do you want to be punished?”

My grin turns pure wicked and I don’t try to hide the fact that I'd like to take him to task on whatever punishment he’s talking about.

“What exactly do you have in mind for punishment? You might be surprised by what I’m up for.” I let out a lusty sigh.

I’m close enough I can trail my fingers up the soft material of his sweater. “Red suits you.” I slip my hand beneath the warm material and groan a little sound in the back of my throat when my fingers caress all those perfect dips and grooves. I lift the sweater and tease the flat disks of his nipples with the tip of my tongue. His hands are on my hips and he drags me into his body with a hard tug. I’m already wet for the man I haven’t seen in forever. Halloween, I think it was. He seemed to like me in a devil costume with glittery, pointy horns and a tiny leather mini skirt.

I peer up at him and give a grin. I let my hand travel down to the nice package bulging against a hard zipper and give a little squeeze.

“Wanna have a little fun?” I step back and discard my top and pop the button to my jeans right before kicking off my high-heels. Even with them on, he towers over me but with them off I can’t help but feel like a delicate freaking snowflake ready to melt all over him.

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