Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“I think she looks good as is. Naturally perfect and free of any encumbrances.” I realize Zane is talking about me and not the tree when he whispers, “You’d have no clue she drank all the other elves under the table last night.”
When I toss a reel of switched on Christmas lights at his chortling face, he uses the long strip to lasso me toward him.
The crash of our bodies leaves me as breathless as his handsome face the first time I saw him.
“Mmm…” He breathes heavily against my lips like he did before he monopolized the hot chocolate we shared on the way back from the Christmas tree lot. He mumbled something about tasting my toothpaste on the lip of the lid before he polished off the last three-quarters of our shared beverage. “I’ll never again smell hot chocolate and mint and not get hard.”
“Then why are you all the way over there?” I tug him closer like there’s more than an inch of air between us. “Come closer. Smell more.”
His laugh rumbles through us both since we’re standing so close before he takes me up on my offer by dragging his nose across my lips.
When his impressively large appendage forces a gap back between us, excitement burns through me. My chocolatey breath made him hard, but instead of answering the silent pleas of his body like he teased during the carriage ride, he returns to the chivalrous stance he commenced last night.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I ask, my voice almost a whine.
I’ve been dying for his lips on mine all day, but even with his flirty nature keeping me in a constant state of arousal, he’s yet to answer the numerous hints I’ve been tossing his way since breakfast.
Zane’s eyes bounce between mine as he replies, “Because I need to be sure.”
“Sure of…?”
A touch of shyness in his hooded gaze sends me wild with desire. A man who looks like him should never feel shy. He’s perfect. Beautiful. Everything Peter will never be. “I needed to be sure…” I could crush his baubles for the delay, and the odds double when he finalizes his reply. “That the big man in the red suit isn’t watching. I might get performance anxiety.”
He stops laughing when I push him onto the couch and straddle his lap. “Don’t steal all of Santa’s joy.” After swiping my tongue across his delicious mouth, I murmur, “He only gets to come once a year, so the least you can do is let him watch the other three hundred and sixty-four days.”
CHAPTER 8
Zane
Fuck me.
This is better than heaven.
Kelsey’s curves, which are highlighted by the lights the tree is meant to be holding, and her flushed cheeks and wide eyes are the best presents I could have ever asked for, not to mention that the night is young and free of any cock-shrinking jingles.
Kelsey’s shirt and bra were disposed of almost thirty minutes ago—tit-fucking requires a bare chest—but her skirt and panties have yet to be removed.
My cock bobs like I didn’t find release with Kelsey’s mouth only minutes ago as I make fast work of the flimsy material covering her lacy panties. I take my time with the scrap of fabric hiding the ultimate gift, though.
After toying with the bow at the top, I slowly drag the back of my hand down the delicate lines of her pussy. My pulse thuds wildly in my ears when she arches her back and moans from my meekest touch, but this time, I don’t have to stop since we’re not playing out my wildest Christmas fantasy in public.
I didn’t want to place her on Santa’s naughty list in the horse-drawn carriage. I just have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when Kelsey is nearby. I can’t get enough. Even when she’s telling me something as dull as all the different varieties of Christmas trees available at this time of the year, I can’t help but be in awe of her.
She truly fascinates me, and I’d be a liar if I said the admittance of that doesn’t scare the shit out of me. I’ve never been like this with anyone else. Watching my mother fall in and out of love made me a cynic about anything remotely romantic, but I feel different with Kelsey.
I want to see her eyes gloss over with excitement and catch the sneaky glances she tosses me when she thinks I’m not looking.
I also want to be the reason she learns that she deserves better—but will she then realize she deserves better than me too?
Kelsey’s husky murmur of my name tells me everything I need to know. Whether I’m in her life for one night or a hundred, I shouldn’t waste a single second wondering about the ‘what ifs.’
After the quickest backhanded slap on Kelsey’s clit, the heat on her neck is as bright as the flashing bulbs keeping her tethered to the ground.