Page 36 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

She nods easily, and it takes no time at all to have her revved up again. All those little noises she makes has me working her a little harder until she’s merely holding on as I pound against that spot that makes her toes curl.

Stalling, I let her squirm until I take the last turn to my own end. Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, maintaining pressure as the slow change swallows her.

The spasming of her pussy triggers my orgasm, my cock pulsing hard as I fill her with my seed. Fuck, what a heady thought.

I kiss along her shoulder and neck, cuddling her for a few precious seconds before common sense says to release her. To let her rest without me inside her. To let her get clean and dressed and have that glass of water waiting for her.

But it takes me a moment to disengage. When I do, she isn’t pushing me back.

“You alright?”

Paige’s smile hits me straight through the ribs. “Yeah. I’m good.”

I take a fresh towel from Jake and clean my cum off her, then myself. Eli hands her a glass of water with a straw, and as she drinks, Jake sets a pair of black sweats and a red flannel beside her before rubbing her knees.

“Need anything?”

“A bathroom.”

“You’ve got it.” Jake takes her water and sets it aside before he helps her to her feet and to the hall bathroom.

When she’s closed behind that door, we’re all looking at each other like a group of frat buddies. Giddy and guilty. I really hope she’s not too sore in the morning.

I pull my clothes back on and try not to pace waiting for her to come out. When the door clicks open, I’m at attention. Her serious features waving a red flag and hardening my lungs.

Paige hugs herself around the middle, swimming in our clothes, but she doesn’t wilt. “I need a ride home.”

No, she can’t leave yet. We have to be sure she’s okay.

“It’s much later than I told my roommate I’d be home, and I don’t want to make Jackie wait up for me.” It’s clear she anticipated an argument because she forges on. “Can I borrow your driver?”

“We’ll drive you home,” I said, unable to let go of the extra minutes that would give me.

Paige shakes her head. “No. Just your driver.”

PAIGE

What did I just do?

Well, I got drunk, well tipsy, and slept with my bosses, my dad’s three best friends, and then I ran away like a damn scaredy cat. That’s what I did.

God, the hurt looks on their faces when I refused their escort home…But there is no way I could sit here and unload it all with how attentive they are. With howcloselythey pay attention.

A new rush of warmth floods through me, remembering everything we did together. They outshone my wildest fantasies, and I’m pretty sure it’s only the beginning. If I let it continue.

I squeeze my thighs together. I’m still full of their cum, dressed in their clothes and my things are packed in my briefcase.

Sighing, I curl my knees to my chest and lean against the backseat, staring out of the window as the lights flash by.

I can’t believe my poor judgment. What’s this going to mean tomorrow at the office?

How am I going to unpack everything we did tonight? I don’t regret any of it. They didn’t do anything I didn’t want, that I didn’t enjoy. So why do I feel a slow freakout coming on?

Because I cannot believe I did that.

More so, I can’t believe all three of them treated me with such…reverence.

And then Henry, the things he said…How he remembers that night. I wasn’t just a stupid eighteen-year-old, drunk and seducing him.

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