Page 52 of Dear Santa, I Can Explain!

As she slowly wraps the tie around itself and flipping it here and there, I continue to run my palm over her exposed thigh while taking a look down at her breasts that are now heaving. I know it’s affecting her. I can see it in her eyes. They’re glazed over now. I can hear her labored breath. When I look at that artery in her neck, I swear I see it beating faster.

Goddamn, this is fucking hot. I move my palm up and over her thigh to a spot between her legs. Her little gasp is the tipping point for me. I lean down and take her mouth. And by take, I mean I plunder her mouth, nipping then sucking on her bottom lip. I use my tongue to show her what she does to me. My hand finds it’s way to her center. I feel her spread her legs wider for me. I practically come in my pants. She wants me.

“Sir?”

I’m pulled from my euphoria by a man’s voice. “Sir? We’re here.”

Leaning my head down, so our foreheads are touching. “Miss Cartwright?”

“Yeah.” She’s still breathing heavily.

“You’re dangerous.”

“So are you, Mr. Parker. So are you.”