Page 32 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
That afternoon, we wrapped the gifts. I relished in watching her hold boxes on her lap, smooth down paper, and top them with bows. Her eyes were soft as she hummed Christmas Carols.
Then, she began singing a few lyrics. Her voice was so melodic over the crinkling of paper.
Dog stood by the door and tapped his foot. That was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him.
Then, night came.
We rode in the back of my Rolls Royce Phantom. Dog sat in the passenger seat, next to the chauffer.
My suit glistened in the darkness of the car, smoothing over the muscles on my chest and shoulders. My tie was the color of wine and matched the hooded fur coat that Mariah wore.
And she was a sight to behold.
The soft fur perfectly formed around her. Gold lined the lapels. She had it tightly closed, probably nervous about what I had made her wear under it.
I smirked. “Open the coat.”
She glanced at Dog and then in the driver’s direction.
“They won’t see.”
She hesitated before slowly undoing the gold buttons on the coat. Soon, she revealed the top of the strapless patent leather leotard bodysuit.
I grunted. “Stop.”
Her hands fell to her sides.
“Good.” I slipped my gaze down that sexy bodysuit. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material.
You’ll get more than seventy percent of my cock tonight.
Groaning, I drank in those curvy thighs. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
She swallowed. “Where are we going?”
I moved my gaze to the red stilettos on her feet. “La Domaine.”
“What is that?”
“It is much better to show you what it is, than tell you.”
The driver pulled the Phantom up to the curb.
Dog left and opened my door.
I got out, took Mariah’s hand, and helped her out.
Those beautiful legs slipped through the coat’s opening.
My cock stiffened.
I guided her forward.
The club’s name was emblazoned in white neon letters.
A guard flanked the door.
When he spotted me, he handed us each a black face mask that would only cover our foreheads, around our eyes, and part of our cheeks. “Welcome back.”
