Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
After stalking her ass last night and masturbating watching her hump her pillow, I knew what I needed to do for tonight. I called a number on one of those signs on the street corners that say ‘We Hang Christmas Lights’.
It was fucking two AM before I got someone to pick up the phone, but as the old saying goes, money talks, and by nine AM this morning I had five guys and two women here in my suite, decorating it like it was the last fucking Christmas ever.
There’s silver tinsel and white lights everywhere, a whole miniature Christmas village along one wall and twelve Christmas trees total.
Twelve. Each one with decorations inspired by each day in the twelve days of Christmas song.
There are all sizes and shapes, and even one in the God damn bathroom. Wherever she looks, I want her to know it’s Christmas. When she told me the night we met how much she loved the holiday, but for whatever reason she didn’t get to celebrate…I knew right there what I needed to do.
“Are all the hotel rooms decorated like this for Christmas?” She spins around, then walks toward the biggest tree in front of the window, touching the glass icicles and sugar-covered turtle doves that hang from every branch. “I mean, Christmas is over, so…”
“Nope. And nope. Christmas is the seventh. Russian Christmas, which is what my family celebrates. You haven't missed anything,” I answer, mesmerized, watching her drift around the room, her eyes wide with awe, and my heart feels like it’s breaking and mending all at the same time.
“You did this?” Her eyebrows draw together, hopeful but unsure.
“I helped. It takes a village sometimes to make magic happen.”
She takes a long look around the room, then her eyes connect with mine as I step toward her. They glisten with tears and I know I can’t wait any longer to touch her. My heart is pounding and a hot lust rages in my veins.
“I did this for you,” I whisper as I glide my hand to the back of her neck.
“Why?” She shakes her head and I bite into my bottom lip, taking her in. She looks excited but confused, and I want her to never have to ask me again why I would do something to please her.
To make her smile.
To feel safe.
Protected.
Cherished.
“Because I wanted you to know you are worth the effort. If you decide to walk out of here tonight without even another kiss, I’d still do this for you.” Her wide, doe eyes sparkle as she rubs her pink lips together, then I lean down to her ear to finish. “I’d follow you, of course. I’d probably kidnap you, tie you to my bed, do all sorts of wonderful, filthy, horrible things to you until you couldn’t walk away ever again.”
I feel her shiver as I slide my other hand up the back of her dress, pinching the zipper between my fingers and hearing the soft sound as I pull it down. I feel her swallow as a soft moan catches in her throat.
I’m not sure why she trusts me. I could be anyone. I could be some monster who enticed her with cash, then lured her here under false pretenses to brutalize and abuse her. The thought should have me enraged, but instead the protective instinct she’s awakened inside of me only sets itself deeper into me.
“I want to take care of you, Bria. In so many ways.”
“I’m not sure why, but I want you to. Is that stupid? I met you yesterday…” She swallows as her hand rests lightly on my shoulder while the other presses against my cheek, her fingers entwined in the thick length of my beard. “And, to be honest, you look like a very well-dressed serial killer.”
Her giggle only makes my hard-on harder as I let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her standing there in a pair of red and white, candy cane striped panties and black pumps. She’s sexy beyond words and I want my mouth on every inch of her.
“Holy shit,” I grit out, unable to keep the awe from my voice. “You are beyond perfection.”
She pulls her lips together in a tight smile. “Curvy girls are in this year.”
“I don’t care what’s in, I want in you.” I look down at the swell of her bare tits, bringing one hand to cup the soft flesh as her hand leaves my cheek and she touches two fingers to my lips.
I take a tit in each hand and lower my mouth to her deep-pink nipples, sucking one into my mouth as her body arches, her hands moving to tug at my hair. I tongue the hardening flesh, feeling the little bumps grow tight around it, then move to the other, doing the same, adding a nip of my teeth which has her body twitching and her fingers tightening their grip.