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For anyone who’s ever picked up a romance book and unlocked a new kink along the way. Happy Santa season!
her energy is captivating, and the kids love it; she’s bright but deep, intense but fun. Like a song you find stuck in your head at all hours of the day, and you just can’t quite put your finger on why it consumes you so much.
Of course, I’m fucking interested. I’ve been interested since the second Rora’s eyes met mine.
“You better keep riding me, sugar. I haven’t had nearly enough of those filthy words spilling out of your lips. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such a pretty mouth cursing so much.”
“I want you to make a mess of me, Rora. I want to feel your perfect cunt dripping all over me as you fall apart, getting good and ready for me to fuck you goddamn senseless after. You think you can do that for me, sugar?”
Sugar. The drawl. For fuck’s sake.
It’s Henry; it has to be. There’s no other explanation for me suddenly developing not only a Santa kink but, apparently, a touch of exhibitionism.
“Lying is a naughty list offense, sugar.” He slides his hand inside my underwear and sucks in a gasp. “But fuck, you feel so damn nice.
“You’re a really good guy.” She sounds resigned. I hug her back, nestling one hand in her hair. “You seem real pissed off about that.” “You’re making it difficult for me to do the things I should and not the things I want to. It’s a problem for me.” And it’s a problem for me how much I like hearing that.
God, let her be the death of me. It would be a fucking honor.
“Wintermore isn’t home, Henry. You are.”
