Page 47 of A Season Of Sin

I swat his tattooed arm.

“What?” He chuckles, acting all innocent when we know he’s anything but.

“You’re naughty,” I accuse, slapping his arm again. I try hard not to smile but fail miserably.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” he reasons, as if that explains everything.

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Santa’s supposed to come tonight. But everyone knows all the naughty kids get a visit from Krampus. I don’t want to ruin my chance to see him.”

“Are you sure you want Krampus to visit?” I tease.

“If I had to choose between him and Santa, I’m pickin’ Krampus every time.”

“Wolf.” I huff, rolling my eyes, far too charmed by this sexy man. Of course, he’d want to meet Krampus, the naughtiest of naughty.

“What?” He shrugs.

“I…”

Picking up the endowed cookie, Wolf holds it to my lips. “Bite.”

When I open my mouth to tell him to eat the X-rated cookie, the wicked man slides part of the sugary man inside. The pearl-tipped part.

I gasp in mock outrage, and Wolf grins. “Eat his cock, sweet girl.”

Swallowing thickly, I lower my lids and press my hands to the middle of my belly, where the butterflies have decided to retake flight. Then I eat the sugary goodness, and Wolf groans as I chew.

Vanilla bursts across my taste buds.

“What do you think?” he growls, laying the rest of the cookie on the tray next to the others we spent all afternoon baking and frosting.

“Mmmm. Delicious.” I make a slow show of licking my lips, trying to be sexy when I know I’m anything but.

His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare. “Oh. Yeah? Did you like his cock?” He dusts a crumb from the corner of my lip with his thumb and sucks the morsel into his mouth on a groan.

“Yes,” I whisper, wringing my hands in front of me to avoid touching him.

Wolf grips his hardness over the apron. “Do you like this one?”

“I… I love it.”

“Mmmm. That’s what I like to hear, sweet girl. You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

I nod dumbly. Yes. Yes. I like that one. I love it.

Wolf steps forward, crowding my space, filling it with his spicy scent and warmth. Shoving my apron out of the way, he pushes his hand down the front of my pajama pants, and I widen my stance so he can do whatever he pleases.

Reaching my pussy, he hisses his approval when he finds me dripping with arousal. “You’re already wet for me.”

I nod again. “Y-yes,” I whisper.

“Good. Now I have something I wanna decorate.” Removing his hand from my bottoms, Wolf forces me to bend over the island. My breasts smash against the stone and pebble as the chill seeps through the fabric of my top. Behind me, Wolf pushes my bottoms down and leaves them cuffed around my ankles. He steals the plate of freshly frosted cookies and sets them on the floor.

When I peek over my shoulder to see what he’s doing, he slaps my ass. “No. No. No. Naughty girl.”

There’s a grunt as he kneels behind me, coming face-to-face with my behind. He parts my cheeks, and a ghost of his warm breath wafts across my pucker. “I love your pretty hole, sweet girl. It looks so pretty and pink, with a little freckle.”