Page 103 of Naughty & Nice

Naked, we dart across the hallway and into the freezing-cold bathroom.

“Oh my god,” Noelle shrieks, hopping from foot to foot on the tiles.

Safe to say the power hasn’t returned.

I stand there watching her hop, taking in her peaked nipples and bouncing tits.

Could there be any better sight on a Christmas morning?

My eyes drop, and I discover there is. Noelle’s cum-slick thighs.

I did that.

I fucking did that.

Reaching for her hand, I tug her closer and pin her against my body.

“Warm,” she muses, curling into me.

“Take a piss, and be fast,” I say before releasing her again and striding toward the basin to brush my teeth.

She gasps as her ass hits the seat, and I shamelessly watch her in the mirror.

I will never, ever get used to seeing her like this.

Naked, and all mine.

“Are you really going in there?” Noelle asks in horror when I reach to turn the shower on.

“Quickly, yeah. I want to be nice and clean for you.”

“Oh yeah?” she teases, wiggling her brows.

I smirk. “Watching you suck my dick is the best thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly. “I’m not giving you a reason not to do that again.”

She smiles at me as she picks up her toothbrush and loads it with toothpaste.

Resting her hip against the counter, she watches as I step under the ice-cold water and clean up. There’s so much naughtiness in her eyes that even the cold doesn’t affect my semi.

I hope I never stop wanting her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks around her toothbrush.

“Bending you over right there and fucking you in front of the mirror so I can watch your reaction.”

Her chin drops, and she only just catches her toothbrush before it tumbles to the floor.

“I’ve had years of fantasies about you,” I confess as I cut the water and move closer. “And I have every intention of living out every single one.”

With a peck on her nose, I grab a towel and then march toward the bedroom.

26

WILDER

The second I crawled out of bed, I fucking regretted it. With the power still out, it was fucking freezing.

Nearly two hours later, despite having started a fire and embarking on a grueling training session, I had failed hopelessly at distracting myself from both the cold and the situation I’d walked away from the bedroom.