Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Your costume was my idea," I murmur, and then pause when a teenager and a toddler in an adorable Mrs. Claus dress approach for a photo with Santa. This party is not kid appropriate, but there are a handful of them wandering through the drunken throng. Finding a babysitter this time of year is next to impossible, so I hear.
Blaze flips from surly Grinch to charming Santa in a blink. The little girl isn't a fan of dapper Santa, backing away instead of getting too close. He pulls a candy cane out of nowhere. Her blue eyes get big, and then she giggles. She finally gets the courage to approach him. He talks to her for a minute, asking what she wants for Christmas. She's maybe two. She wants a big puppy, which she calls a buppy. So cute.
Blaze fishes in his sack before pulling out a stuffed dog with floppy ears.
I don't even know where he got a sack, let alone one full of toys. I guess whoever was in charge of party planning wanted Santa to be prepared. They thought of everything. Except, you know, hiring a Santa who wasn't a felon.
The photographer snaps a photo of Blaze handing the stuffed dog to the little girl. She flings her arms around him in a hug of gratitude and then toddles off to show her big sister. Her sister waves a thank you at Blaze.
"This is a fashion brand," I say, smiling as they disappear into the milling crowd. "Why not make a statement with a fashionable Santa?"
"It's smart," he says, respect in his voice. "Everyone is loving it."
"Except you."
He smirks at me. I'm pretty sure the gates of hell just creaked open. "Oh, I plan to love it plenty when you're sitting on my lap, telling me every naughty thing you want me to do to you, Georgia."
My face gets hot. He keeps doing that! Saying dirty things to me. Growling dirty questions at me. Is it any wonder I'm a soaked mess under this coat and skirt? No. There's no way Sariah is getting these boy shorts back either. They're ruined.
"Maybe I'll tell you now," I say, smirking right back at him. "Where should I start?"
"With me putting you over my knee and spanking you in front of all these people," he growls, his smirk slipping. So grumpy. God, why is that so sexy? "Because that's exactly what's going to happen if you open that sweet mouth, little one."
I tap my bottom lip, pretending to think about it. Part of me wants to follow through just to see how he reacts. The other part recognizes that he absolutely will put me over his knee in front of this entire party. And then we'll be the talk of the town for a whole different reason. I decide to behave.
"Fine," I huff. "But now I might not tell you at all."
"Oh, you'll tell me even if I have to fuck it out of you."
Me. Puddle. Floor.
He knows he got me with that one, dang it. His eyes simmer with wicked intent.
Two can play this game.
"You can try," I say, stepping close enough to run my hand down his thigh. It's rock hard beneath my palm. His entire body is rigid with tension, his eyes snapping fire at me. "But I'm really good at keeping secrets, daddy."
I'm pretty sure they hear his growl at the North Pole. I'm pretty sure it shakes heaven too.
"Keep it up," he warns me, eyes glittering with lust, "and you won't be walking out of this party under your own authority, little girl. You'll be riding my cock all the way to the fucking door."
"Blaze," I moan, and then startle when an older man wanders over for a photo.
"Touch her and I'll remove your hands," Blaze barks when he tries to put his arm around me.
I turn a withering glare on him. It does nothing, of course. He simply arches a brow, waiting for the poor guy to decide if he wants to test Blaze or not. Thankfully, he doesn't get offended. He doesn't test him either. He just chuckles and holds his hands up to the sky.
"Smart man you have there," he says.
We pose for the photo. He poses. I'm still reeling.
He winks at me before wandering off.
"How long have you wanted me to be your daddy, princess?" Blaze asks as soon as the old man is out of earshot.
I bite my tongue, hesitant to answer. I may have called him that in the sewing room and again just a minute ago, but if I answer this question, I confirm his suspicions. My secret is out and there's no taking it back. He won't just suspect. He'll know this is what I want from him.
Is this how Pandora felt before she opened the box? Was she excited like I am? Did she know what she was doing was something she couldn't take back? If she did, I don't think she wanted to be able to take it back. I don't.