Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I reach for him. “Come here. I need you inside me.”
“Nope.” He gives me another kiss. “It’s in the living room. Go get it while I’m in the shower and be back before I’m done.”
I barely wait for him to walk into the bathroom to fix my robe and hurry out into the living room to see what he’s got me. I love presents as much as I love surprises, and Grayson indulges me shamelessly. I make it three steps into the room before I realize I’m not alone.
Derek leans against the kitchen island. He’s down to his bottom layer, a skin-tight layer of pants and a shirt that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His lower half is as thick as his torso. Thick thighs. Thick calves. An ass just as biteable as Grayson’s, but in a different way. And his cock…Yeah, it’s pressing against that thin layer and letting me know he’s thick there, too.
I jerk my gaze back to his face, suddenly remembering that my short silk robe leaves nothing to the imagination, either.
We stare at each other for a long moment. I don’t know what to do. Do I pretend everything is normal? Do I ask him if he’s okay with this? Do I—
He moves before I can decide on a path forward, pushing off the island and crossing to me. “Grayson said the damnedest thing to me today.”
I start to cross my arms over my chest, but it just reminds me that I’m naked under the silk. “Oh?”
“He said he wants to give me a special present for Christmas this year.” Derek stops close enough to touch. “A very, very special present this year.” His hazel eyes take me in. “You on board with that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He catches the tie of my robe with a single finger. We both watch as he tugs it loose and lets it drop. “I won’t touch you, Emma. Not until it’s official.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But give a man something to look forward to.”
I shouldn’t. I really, really, really shouldn’t.
But then my hands are moving of their own accord and I’m running my fingers along the edge of my robe, letting it fall open. Derek sinks to his knees, his face right at pussy level, and inhales. “Fuck. He had his mouth all over you just now, didn’t he? Came in that room and showed your pussy how much he missed her today?”
My legs are shaking nearly as badly as they did when I came against Grayson’s mouth. “Yes.”
“Thought so.” He’s so close, I can feel his exhales against my damp flesh. Distantly, I can hear the shower still going. I should stop this, would never have done something as wanton as stand naked in front of Derek if Grayson wasn’t intent on us doing a whole lot more than looking later.
“Have you been good this year, Derek?”
He looks up at me, mirth lingering in his eyes. “Not even a little bit.” Then his hands are on my hips and he’s nuzzling my pussy. His tongue flicks out and strokes my clit. “I’m bad, Emma. You know that.”
I grab his hair, but I don’t pull him away like I should. I just hold him still. “You should stop. It’s not time yet.”
His grin has my heart flipping in my chest. “Don’t you want your present?”
This is my present?
I don’t stop to think. Don’t ask any more questions. Because that’s my secret. I want to be bad, too. “Yes, give it to me.”
“I’ll give it to you, baby.” He backs me up to the couch and topples me on it, spreading my thighs wide. And then Derek’s mouth is on me for real. He holds me down and explores my pussy with his tongue as if we both aren’t listening to the sound of my husband in the shower a single room away. Even though it’s dark outside, the light of the kitchen and the lights on the tree chase away any thought of pretending I don’t know exactly who is between my legs.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Derek holds my gaze as he stiffens his tongue and slides it inside me. I dig my fingers into his hair and spread my thighs wider. “Suck on my clit.”
He moves up to where I urge him, but he’s not going fast like I want. He’s playing with me. “You taste good, baby.”
I don’t stop to think about how weird it is that both he and Grayson have called me baby while they’ve had their tongues all over me. I’m too needy to question this. “You feel good.”
“Yeah.”
I’m gasping, writhing, trying to make him do exactly what it will take to get me over the edge. “Don’t stop.”
Derek moves, griping my thighs and shoving them wider yet. He keeps looking at me as he sucks and licks down my pussy and back up again. As if he’s trying to gather up every bit of my taste. “Fuck me with your tongue again, Derek. Please.”