Bad Santa by Violet Caldwell

Author:Violet Caldwell [Caldwell, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Glory

There’s no way I’m telling Mason about my money problems. For one thing, it’s a private family matter. But for another, he’s my boss. A fact that I’m still wrapping my head around.

But I already told him about my vagina being orgasm-resistant. So what’s a little financial trouble between friends?

“Santa Mason, you are a good man. And, yes, I admit you can be a little intimidating.” I pull him into my body in what’s more of a chaste hug than a sensual move. “I don’t know why I’m not creeped out that you thought of me while you… did that. But I need you to explain this intensity to me. Where you’re coming from, and why.”

“I…” He blows out a breath. His head is buried in my shoulder. “I can’t.”

“You can,” I assure him as I stroke his hair. “Just pretend you’re a little kid and I’m Santa Claus and you’re telling me what you want for Christmas.”

He sits up then, and his eyes are fire. “I’m not having little kid thoughts, Glory.”

I plant a gentle kiss on his lips. Encouragement. “Tell me, Mason.”

“I’m not strong enough to resist you,” he says, and I don’t know if it’s a compliment or something else entirely. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Who says I want you to resist me?” I counter. I want this man. I want to pull him into my light. Show him happiness. I think Mason Carter is it for me. Leave it to the crazy universe to drop this birthday surprise on me.

“I can’t tell you what I want, Glory, because I’m all over the map,” he admits. “One moment, I convince myself that I need to get far away from you, so you can live your best life.”

I laugh at his self-help terminology, then worry that he will think I’m mocking him. “Mason, my ‘best life’ isn’t your responsibility. I have agency and choices, and I’m taking all kinds of steps to make sure I get where I need to be.”

He sighs and leans back again, staring at the ceiling of his office that’s nearly a century old. “I adore that about you, Glory. But that’s the flip side of this. The next moment, I’m a possessive alpha male asshole, ready to rip into any man who looks at you. I just want to throw you over my shoulder and take you to my home and fuck you into my bed until you scream my name.”

I lick my lips reflexively. His coarse words, meant to illustrate the depth of his feeling, also get me hot as hell. I shift my body and press my legs together discreetly, hoping to relieve the pressure there.

“So, you want me, but you think you’re… bad for me?” It sounds a little cliché, to be honest. It doesn’t make sense.

“No, I want you and I know I’m bad for you. But I also know that I’d be the best thing that ever happened to you. I would worship you without treating you like an object.

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