Page 24 of Daddy Christmas

“I wanna see you all the time,” I admitted between kisses. It felt much easier to be honest now. “All the time, all the time, all the time.”

He cursed under his breath and cupped my cheeks again, slowing down the kiss until we were just breathing heavily with our lips touching.

“There is a way we can see each other more often,” he murmured huskily.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and nodded. “If you take me home with you right now.”

He let out a breathy chuckle and kissed me quickly. “I take it you’re on board.”

I nodded again, vigorously this time. “I’d drag you upstairs if my kitchen wasn’t such a mess. You’d probably make me clean it.”

I really loved how his eyes smiled.

“You might be right. Let’s go then, my sweet Parker.”

Fuck yes!

DECEMBER 9

My legs wrapped around him was the way to go, even with the kitchen counter cold against my butt. My underwear helped a little, and so would my pants if they weren’t on the floor in the living room.

“Are you sure you want to discuss Christmas decorations now?” he asked as he kissed my neck.

Oof, right there. He’d found the spot below my ear.

“I’m trying to get my brain to stop, but I can’t help it.” I wove my fingers into his hair at the back of his head and gave him all the access to kiss me wherever he wanted. In the meantime, I was sizing out his massive ocean-view windows for holiday curtains.

Something was wrong with me. We could’ve jumped into bed the second we got back to his place, and then we’d ended up talking in the living room. Talking. Talking and kissing and swapping life stories and losing a few items of clothing and more talking. Which was great and all, but I was super horny—so it was fucked up that I couldn’t stop thinking about decorations!

“In my defense, it’s December eighth—technically ninth now—and you don’t have a single decoration,” I huffed, out of breath. “Where’s your tree? All the Santas? The lights and the red, green, and gold?”

“I’m half tempted to turn your irresistible little ass red if that counts.”

I shuddered violently.

That counted.

I met him in a deep, hungry kiss and finally told myself to pick my damn battles better. I could sweetly hint about decorations in the morning on our way to work.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt. It was all wrinkled from my pulling on it anyway. It belonged next to his tie on the floor of his living room.

Fuck, his kisses were so damn drugging.

In the middle of the next heated kiss, he untucked his shirt and took over until it was thrown next to the sink, followed by his undershirt. Then he secured my legs around his hips and lifted me off the counter.

I sucked in a breath, decorations long forgotten, and I gave him all my focus. I heard him in my head, the memory from the car when he half awkwardly offered to stop somewhere to buy protection. Nuh-uh, I didn’t want. Not anymore. Not with him. We’d covered the safety bit, and I wanted his hard cock without anything in between. Unlike that dude at the office, Wyatt didn’t keep rubbers in every drawer in case he got lucky on the go.

Along the way to wherever his bedroom was, he pressed me up against a wall and stole my breath with an intoxicating kiss. I couldn’t help but whimper and cling to him. And I wanted that name out there in the tension surrounding us.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?”

Shit, the second it was out, something happened inside me. My stomach tightened, my face got hot, and I felt weirdly small and vulnerable.

“Fuck.” Wyatt exhaled a curse and pressed a kiss to my neck. He slowed things down, except for his breathing, and I squirmed in his grasp, rubbing my crotch over his cock.

Jesus.

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