He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

“Maybe Santa’s elves. Or you have yourself a helpful stalker.”

My heart leaps into my throat. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, dreaming about for . . . years? Jesus. Has it been that long? Jesus Christ. And now that it’s here, I’m paralyzed with fear and desire to finally connect with this woman.

Thinking of punishing her again for her naughty acts has my cock twitching in my pants. I force those thoughts away, disgusted with myself. I’m here to protect her, not . . . not have an inconvenient boner.

Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.

My thoughts have become a two-timing whore.

“I want the insane asylum kind of love.”

“I don’t want you on the outside looking in. I want you to come inside.”