Page 11 of Merry Cris Moose

“Done,” he said, relieved. “I’m glad you’ve decided to at least come up and help us for the season. I have to tell you, ever since you told me about that scene from the book you read, I haven’t been able to come in here without thinking about it.”

Cris drew her close, backing her into a spot in the bakery where he knew they couldn’t be easily seen, but one which would leave him where he could observe anyone approaching. It wasn’t that they couldn’t be seen if someone tried hard enough or walked in on them, but he suspected that would be part of the allure for Keely.

Looking up at him, she blushed again as she removed her coat and pulled her sweater over her head. Grinning mischievously and sensually, she placed her hands on his belt. “Funny, I was just thinking about that when we walked in here. Is there anything you’d like me to do for you, Sir?”

At that moment, he wasn’t sure who’d set up who to fulfill her fantasy, and he didn’t much care. All he knew was the woman whose bed he had shared and with whom he’d had the most glorious and prolific sex was standing right before him, just waiting for him to take charge.

He wasn’t going to give her long to wait. “It would be hard for anyone to interrupt us without being noticed, especially if something had your full concentration.”

She walked her fingers up his chest. “Do you have something you’d like me to focus on, Sir?” she teased.

“As a matter of fact, there are several things I can think of that need your attention, but one stands out in my mind right now.”

“Would you like me to open your fly so it can stand out without restraint?”

“You know I would,” he said, his voice dropping into a lower register. “I want you naked and on your knees, Keely. The memory of watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth crosses my mind more times a day than I thought would have been possible. But you need to know that’s not why I brought you up here.”

She pursed her lips in the most adorable pout. “It isn’t? I can’t tell you how disappointed I am.”

He chuckled and reached out to cup her breast, flicking the stiffened nipple that was tenting the soft, thin lace bra she was wearing. “Let me amend that, it isn’t theonlyreason I did it. Now, I believe I told you to get naked and on your knees. I want to fuck that sassy mouth of yours.”

Smiling, Keely removed her clothes and then sank down onto her knees. She unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his fly. Cris raised his eyebrow as he looked down at her, but he didn’t give any sign that he objected. Emboldened, she helped his rigid cock escape to be admired in its raw, wonderful, and fully engorged state.

Keely licked her lips before parting them and taking him in, sucking gently at first and then harder as he let out a stifled moan. The fact that anyone could walk in and catch them or seethem from outside only heightened the air of delicious and sultry danger.

Looking up at him, he watched as she began to suckle his cock in the most sensual way, paying homage to it in her own way. Perhaps she had missed him, too. His hand trailed down to caress her hair softly, guiding her head up and down his shaft.

Keely explored his pulsing length, running her tongue along the veining as her head bobbed up and down, taking more of him with each downward stroke. The sound of his cock sliding past her lips as she licked him, combined with his pleasured groans, filled the air. Keely swirled her tongue around the plum-shaped head of his cock, tasting him deeply before drawing back until only the tip was still in her mouth.

His fist curled into her hair, driving her head back down as he sought the velvety place at the back of her throat. Holding her in place, Cris began to thrust shallowly inside her mouth, gradually picking up speed and depth, taking control and not relinquishing it.

She seemed to find the taste of him intoxicating, allowing her to disregard the fear of whether they could be seen or not. He could smell the uptick in her arousal as she sucked while he fucked her mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, remembering how good it had felt to be balls deep inside her.

The fabric of his jeans rubbed against the outside of her cheek as he grew larger in her mouth, twitching and swelling as he began to press even more deeply, pushing her to take all of him. He grunted and groaned, unable to hide his arousal and pleasure.

One hand held her head firmly in place, giving her hair a small tug every time she tried to back off from him.

“God, yes,” he murmured as he focused on his impending climax.

Harder and faster, he thrust in and out until finally he pushed her head down as he drove to the back of her throat, his cock shooting his seed down into her belly. Keely swallowed as fast as she could until he was done.

Cris released her hair, moving one hand down between them, stroking along her cheek and jawbone before finding its way to her chin. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger, using it to pull her up from her knees for a deep kiss. Their tongues danced together hungrily as he pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily.

Cris stood close to Keely, the air between them buzzing with an almost unbearable tension. His gaze never left hers, drawn to the way her lips parted slightly as she looked up at him. The space around them felt small, intimate, and utterly charged with the magnetic pull that had been simmering between them since she stepped off the plane.

“God, I missed you,” he confessed. “But as much as I’d just like to bend you over that worktable and fuck you hard before tossing you over my shoulder to carry you back to my bed, we do have work to do.”

“Hmm… one fantasy to be replaced by another. Thank you, Sir.”

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. “Get dressed,” he ordered.

Keely took a small step back, reaching for her clothes. She got dressed, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re so... intense,” she whispered, her voice breathy and full of something that made his cock begin to tighten. “Ever since we met, it’s like there’s something... more. Something that shouldn’t be, but feels like it’s always been.”

He nodded. She was right. Therewassomething more—something neither of them could deny any longer. Cris took a step toward her, closing the distance between them, his heartpounding in his chest as his hand reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her skin soft, warm, and alive beneath his palm. The connection between them flared like a flame, hotter, fiercer, pulling them both into its irresistible embrace.

“I don’t know how this will all play out, but you need to know that I feel the same way,” Cris murmured, his voice rough with the effort to contain himself. “But it’s more than I’ve felt in... I can’t explain it, Keely.”

She smiled softly, her eyes searching his. Cris couldn’t hold back any longer. He brought his lips crashing down on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was full of the longing and intensity that had been building between them from the moment they’d met. Keely responded instantly, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with just as much fervor.

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