“Because you’re not a Morelli. You’re not a Constantine.” She looped her arms around my shoulders. “You’re mine.”

With those two words, I felt my worth.

And I told her as much with a kiss. A filthy-hot, full-on tongue fucking of mouths. With my hands cupping her neck, controlling the angle and depth, I kissed her until she melted and gasped for air.

Fucking hell, I loved her lips. They were sweet and soft, and every taste stole my sanity. So I kissed her again. And again. Then I pulled her onto the dance floor and kissed her some more.

For the rest of the night, we swayed to the festive music, lost in each other, bodies entwined, breathing and holding. But as the hour approached midnight, I was ready to take her away and keep her all to myself.

“Time to go.” I leaned down and slid my nose along hers. “We have somewhere to be.”

“Midnight Mass?”

Something like that.

Chapter Six

Magnus

“No one is here.” Tinsley stepped through the foyer of the old cathedral and shrugged off her coat. “I thought we were attending Mass?”

“No Mass tonight.” My heartbeat quickened as I reached for the lacing on her gown and started untying it. “Just you and me.”

“And creepy naked Jesus.” She eyed the crucifix over the altar and tossed me a smirk over her shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me in this church on the night of your savior’s birth?”

“If it pleases me.” Every muscle clenched from the waist down, shooting blood into my cock.

Oh yeah, it fucking pleased me.

Everything had been arranged the way I’d specified. Security waited outside. Candles flickered along the walls. The thermostat had been raised. And O Holy Night played on a loop through the speakers.

When she noticed the song, she shook her head, laughing. “God, you’re filthy.”

“You have no idea.” I opened the back of her gown and pushed the flowing fabric to the floor, leaving her in heels and panties.

Instant need tangled through me, tightening my balls and shortening my breaths.

“Remove it all.” My voice cracked, thick with arousal.

She obeyed, smiling seductively through her striptease.

“Walk to the altar.” I removed my jacket and tie, shaking like a starved beast.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Placing one foot before the either, she sauntered down the aisle in all her glowing, flawless, naked glory. By the time she reached her destination, she was damn near skipping. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”

Christ, I’d well and truly corrupted her. She was having way too much fun with this, and I couldn’t help but smile with her. As I soaked in her happiness and drugging beauty, I felt like a man possessed.

A lovesick man with a raging hard-on.