Page 6 of Santa Baby

But then she waltzed into my office and I realized that no one else ever fit because they weren't her. She's too fucking young for me—nearly fifteen years younger. She's far too good for me. But she's all I see, all I think about, all I want. That means something. She has to see it too.

“I don’t know what to say,” she finally whispers back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

It’s a good question. An excellent question, actually.

“Because I’m an asshole,” I mutter.

She processes this, turning it over in her mind. Caitlin is far too fucking smart for her own good—or for mine. I know the second she realizes what I’m not saying. Understanding flares in her eyes like the sun. She nearly drops the phone.

“You weren’t just watching me, were you?”

I hesitate for a long moment, not sure how to answer that. I’ve told her this much, and she’s still sitting here. But the rest of it…well, that might send her running. I can’t lie to her, though. I fucking won’t.

“Don’t ask if you don’t want the truth, pretty baby,” I growl. “I won’t lie to you.”

“Tell me, Lachlan,” she whispers.

“You want to know how many times I got myself off while I watched you?” I ask, my knuckles white around the steering wheel. “You want to know how many times I thought about fucking you while I did it? What is it you want to know, baby?”

“I…” she trails off, licking her lips.

“Tell me, pretty baby. I have no secrets from you.”

“I want you to show me.”

My fucking cock throbs, cum spilling into my boxers.

“Fuck,” I groan, bucking my hips.

Her green eyes meet mine. “Show me what you did, Lachlan.”

“You want to watch me?”

“You watched me.” Her cheeks flush, her eyes dilating. “For weeks, you t-touched yourself while you watched me. You looked at me and got yourself off. I want to see.”

If she wants to watch me, who the fuck am I to tell her no? I’m lucky she’s even still sitting beside me after what I just confessed. If watching me keeps her here, I'll let her watch.

Christ, I'll give her anything to keep her here.

I release my grip on the steering wheel, fumbling with my zipper with shaking hands. My cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I pull it out, my fist wrapped around the thick shaft.

Her soft gasp has precum spilling from the tip.

"Is this what you want to see, pretty baby?" I rasp, slowly stroking myself from root to tip. "You want to watch me touch my cock while I tell you all the things I imagined doing to you?"

She nods, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of my hand gliding up and down my shaft.

"I thought about bending you over your desk and fucking you from behind while you tried to work," I confess in a low, gravelly voice. "Pulling your hair and spanking that perfect ass until you screamed my name."

She squirms in her seat. The scent of her arousal fills the cab of the truck, going straight to my cock.

I stroke faster, squeezing tighter.

"I imagined pinning you against the wall in my office, your legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into your tight little cunt until you forgot your own name. All you'd remember is me."

"Oh God…" she whimpers, chafing her thighs together.

"Can you see it, pretty baby? Me holding you up with one arm while I fuck you senseless?”