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“Winning,” Loren says without looking.

“To keep someone else from winning?”

He turns to me and his eyes have gone dark. “Yes.”

“But you have to…” Is he going to make me spell it out?

“Don’t worry. I know exactly what Igetto do.”

Chapter Ten

Bellamie

He doesn’t say a word as he leads me into one of the viewing rooms. There's a bed on one side, a spanking bench in the middle, and a chair off to the other side.

Plenty of room for Krampus, but I can’t think about him right now. Starla’s right. Dating’s a crapshoot. I have to focus on the reality in front of me. I can figure out how to expand my horizons later… maybe.

Everything happened so fast, I have no idea how Molly is doing in the auction. But now I trust the magic. She’ll be fine.

Loren strolls around the room, dropping his padded Santa coat on the chair. A white t-shirt stretches across his chest and biceps. “All those times you walked around in a t-shirt and panties, or bent over in front of me, or made your cleavage more than obvious …you knew what you were doing to me. The problem was that I couldn't figure out if you were practicing so you could tease other boys or if you really wanted me.”

Talk about getting called out.

It was all for him. I never thought I could have him. I wait, curious to see what else he has to say as he makes his way to me.

He kicks off his Santa boots and strips the pants. I’m a little disappointed that he’s wearing joggers underneath. “And when you asked me to take you shopping and then tried on bikinis that had less fucking fabric than a washcloth…” He takes my hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. “I don’t want to force you into anything you aren’t ready for, Bellamie, but I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Really?”

He raises our hands and kisses my fingers. I might melt.

“Belle, remember the time you accidentally walked in on me when I was… in the shower?”

“You think it was an accident?” I kind of confess.

He cocks his head.

“I just wanted a peek of you naked. I didn’t know you’d be…”

“Thinking of you and how much I wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

My heart skips a few beats considering that I would have let him.

“But the look on your face–it hit me how innocent you were, that our eight-year age difference is huge. I had no right to take advantage of you.”

“That’s why you yelled at me to get the fuck out? Not because you were mad?”

“It’s been torture denying my feelings for you, Belle. And when I thought I horrified you, I hated myself.”

My knees buckle but he catches me. Being held by him makes me even more safe than I ever imagined. “I wasn’t horrified. I was… your dick was so big you could barely fist it. The number of times I fantasized about slipping into your bed at night…or that I fantasized it was you when I played with my vibrator… well, I realized at that moment, I needed a bigger one.”

He pulls me in tight. My head is forced against his chest and turns to the side.

“I promise to make this good for you.”

“I know you will.”

“I’ve dreamed of this, Belle, just never quite like this. We'll use the safeword stoplight system. It was part of the contract.”