Page 36 of Santa's Dark Secret
“Mila,” he growls, on the fucking edge.
I grin again, and this time he knows it’s my way of giving in, and within the blink of an eye, I’m on my back with Nick’s arm scooped beneath my knee, hitching it up as high as it’ll go. He rolls his hips back and in a flash, he’s thrusting deep inside of me, taking me at a whole new angle. “Oh God,” I groan, sucking in a deep gasp.
He closes his eyes, and I watch as his jaw tightens. “Fuck, Mila. I will never get enough of being inside of you.”
“More,” I beg.
He pulls back and thrusts again, and this time we both lose our minds. My legs start to shake, and I wrap my arms around his strong back, digging my nails into his beautiful skin. His lips come down on my neck as his other hand slips inside my gown and cups my breast, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling over my nipple.
The pleasure is too much, and as it all comes together, I come one final time, my orgasm pulsing through me like molten lava, claiming every single inch of me. Nick comes with me, shooting his hot load deep inside me, and as we both come down from our high, the heaviness comes along with it, and all I can do is hold him against me.
He rolls us so that I lay over his chest, his big arms wrapped so securely around me that I never want to let go. We lay in silence, both of us lost in thought, and when I reach for the crumpled list on the sheets, I let out a heavy sigh.
Pushing up onto Nick’s chest, I lay the list on his chest and try to flatten out the crumpled paper. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad we were able to do all the wild and exciting things on this list, but a part of me wishes it was so much longer so that he never had to leave. I could keep him chained up here for the rest of time as a sex slave. I mean, sure, it might be frowned upon to keep a sex slave chained to your bed, maybe slightly illegal, but I’m sure if I ran the idea past Nick, he’d be down for it. As long as I offer the occasional meal to keep those energy levels up, then we should be good.
Finding the pen somewhere under the pillow, I mark off the two final proper wishes before letting my gaze sail over the very last one.
June - Let her ride me until I fall apart. I have no choice but to lay back and take it. Floor, couch, or rooftop beside the reindeer. (Preferably not the rooftop. Tucker’s a horny little reindeer. I don’t need him bricking up while watching my girl fuck me.)
July - Get to know me better. Open up. Let her know the man that I am. Let her understand me and feel the person she’s been waiting for isn’t going to break her heart.
October - Be with me forever. Going to need clarification on this one.
Be with me forever.It’s not a realistic wish, and I think we both know that. To be honest, I barely remember making the wish. It’s just one of those things that roll off the tongue. And in this case, rolled off the pen. I was simply writing the thoughts running rampant in my mind, but it doesn’t make it any less true. But how could it ever be? He’s Santa Claus for fuck’s sake.
His world is . . . I don’t even know where his world is. Is the North Pole supposed to be somewhere near Antarctica? No, wait. That’s the southern hemisphere. Surely the North Pole is somewhere, well . . . north. Right?
“What’s going through your mind, Mila?”
“Where is the North Pole?” I ask. “Can I maybe . . . I don’t know, visit? Is that weird?”
Nick laughs, his hand lowering down my back until his large palm is resting against my ass. “It’s the most northern point on earth, in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. It’s not exactly . . . easy to get to. Hence why I require a sleigh and reindeer to get in and out.”
“Oh,” I say with a heavy sigh, more disappointment coming down over me.
He takes the list off his chest and glances at all the boxes ticked off, all except one, and I can’t help but wonder if his mind has gone to the same place mine has. “I’m sorry, Mila,” he rumbles. “This list was never intended to break your heart.”
“I know. I’m the one who should be sorry,” I tell him. “I shouldn’t have made a wish for something I knew we could never have. It’s just, being away from you for so long, I start to think that maybe things could be different.”
“I . . .” he lets out a breath as he sits up, devastation flashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Mila. Your wishes are complete, and I’ve been here much longer than I should be allowed.”
I suck in a breath, flying to my feet as the sheer panic begins to settle in. “How can it already be time? You’ve barely been here afew hours,” I say, but as my gaze shoots to the window, I realize the sun has already lightened the horizon.
Nick gets up, his eyes softening as he steps into me, his hands finding my waist. “I’m sorry, Mila.”
“No. No, no, no. This can’t be it already. I only just got you back. I . . . I—”
