Page 54 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

After a beat, he kisses her again, reaching between them to stroke her clit and finally release her. She seizes up under him, thighs shaking.

Jake holds her as it rides through her, hips hammering home through her quakes until she’s limp from the orgasm. Only then does he taper off, stroking her skin and kissing her cheek. I don’t hear his words, but her murmur back is sweet.

Finally, he retreats, and Henry nods me on. I’m grateful for his sense of fairness. I might have spent the morning with her, but it’s not the same.

I take her legs from Jake and slide between them, drawing my hands up her slender thighs and round hips. Leaning down, I nuzzle her throat and plant a few kisses. “Hey there, beautiful.”

I can feel her smile before I see it, and it hits me straight in my heart.

“Ready for more?”

Paige caresses the side of my face, playing with the short beard along my jaw and chin. She kisses me softly. “Yes.”

I grin back down at her and kiss her for real, with all of the built-up tension from this weekend, from this morning, from teasing and watching. She moans across my tongue and breathes like I’ve gotten her close to a new orgasm.

Suddenly, I feel possessive. Protective. Determined.

Paige will not run from us again.

Reaching between us, I drag myself through her swollen folds. She’s dripping wet but tight, her breath catching as I inchmy way in. I want to be romantic with her, but my control and my need war with each other.

When her hips shift, I promise myself to find a moment to be soft with her. Gentle. But it can’t be right now.

Kissing down her chest, I nab a nipple between my teeth and suck it in to roll and pull.

Her cry sounds like a wounded animal and my hips respond, rutting into her.

Retreating, I stand and encase her hips in my hands, lifting her and creating a better angle to plunge my cock into her. Before I know it, I’m driving into her with so much force she rocks against my desk.

This is almost the fantasy I’ve had on repeat, but not quite.

Paige’s mouth falls open and I get the full view of her. Breasts bouncing, hands scrambling for a hold and how my thick shaft stretches her core. When her hands find purchase, she tightens around me, reaching her plateau and making me work for it.

God, I’m so close to my own orgasm, but I don’t want to slow down.

Lowering her hips, I lean down over her, catching her lip in my teeth, kissing her with every pent-up desire. Her grip shifts to my hair and neck. My clothes bar her from my skin and I can’t stand it. I want her to touch me as badly as I crave everything else about her.

“I swear I’m going to lose it.”

Paige tugs my tie loose. “What do you need?”

Pleasure flutters through me as she shifts, finding a new angle to torture me with.

What I need is a long cuddle after this, with her asleep against my chest, hair tangled around me, limbs twined. I need the heat of her skin and the intimacy of simply holding her. I need access to her body until morning and to make breakfast for her.

“I need to wait.”

“Why? You’ll be ready again in no time.”

Laughing, I lean down to nuzzle her neck as her hand breaches the collar of my shirt and brushes her palm across my collarbone.

Tilting her just so, I rub my muscles over her clit with every thrust and the change ripples through her.

She’s right, but I don’t want to make such a mess of her so early. The night is young.

As if she can read my mind, she drops a sultry voice in my ear, “Do you want my mouth? Or to come on my tits?”

“Fuck,” I murmur against her throat. If I can only hold myself until she’s done coming.

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