Page 65 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

After another shudder, she nods again, bracing herself more fully.

I draw the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders, the top tight enough not to fall without a little tug, so I give it one. More of her beautiful skin exposed, the chill in the room tightens those rosy pink nipples into hard peaks.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I drop my thumb over one, drawing small circles until she trembles. “And so fucking wet.”

She’s dripping down my palm and to the floor. I struggle against the want to coat my dick in it.

“Do you see yourself? This wanton creature so ready to come on my hand while the party goes on in the other room.” Thewoman who, by some miracle, sees the real me and cares for me anyway.

I’m obsessed with Paige. Infatuated. In love.

I hate hiding it.

And the way she’s looking at me right now prods at all of that tumult inside me.

Increasing my thrusts and pinching her nipple brings her closer, but like the temptress that she is, I feel the moment she stalls. See it in the frustration lining her features. An exquisite kind of torture as she’s told me before.

“Is this your way of telling me you want my cock?”

Her mouth falls open with a gaspingyes.

I don’t give it to her yet. My thumb curling back, rubbing along her tight asshole. We’ve played with it enough to know how much she’ll like being properly anally fucked. For now, I use it as the detonator for her orgasm.

Hips dropping into the new touch, she moans, pleads.

“Quiet. Keep it quiet.”

Her whimper drives me to be rougher with her, pinching her nipple hard and rolling it. She clenches her jaw against a cry. Fuck, she’s fluttering around my fingers now. I work the tip of my thumb against the tight ring of her ass and watch her reflection as her orgasm hits, crumpling her a few inches.

Still, she keeps her hands in place.

I withdraw to soothe her, praising her in soft whispers. “Such a good girl.”

Stepping behind her, I unleash myself, so much more practiced at releasing my cock without removing my clothes than I was weeks ago. I grab both cheeks in my hands, massaging them slowly as my hard-on nestles against that slim scrap of fabric.

“Are you ready for more?”

One hitched breath has her head nodding, her wobbling elbows straightening, and a muted, “Yes, sir.”

Taking the fabric to the side again, I barely have to work to coat myself in her slickness and push inside her hot pussy. It grabs at me, pulling me home.

My office door creaks open and shuts with an almost inaudible click.

I thrust hard to her hiccup of pleasure before I give her a mild, steady beat as confident steps slowly approach us. Her breasts swing free between her arms with each pump of my hips. The way her dress is pooled around her waist but she’s completely bare to me is an image for my personal vault.

The bathroom door swings open and I cover Paige’s mouth to muffle her cry of surprise.

“Were you going to keep her all to yourself?”

PAIGE

Jake has turned into a caveman. Dominant. Sexy. He’s watching my body in the mirror as he fucks me. So much pleasure pumps through my mind that everything else is a little hazy. Everything but him.

His touch transverses my skin, burning me up in its wake. Consuming me.

Cold rushes my skin, and Jake clamps a hand over my mouth to catch my cry.

“Were you going to keep her all to yourself?” Eli’s reflection appears in the corner of the mirror, and I melt again into Jake’s grip.

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