Page 14 of The Mechanic's Secret Santa

“You don’t have to call me babe?—”

“Shut up and let me taste that cookie.”

With my coat balled up as a pillow, I lie back on the prep table as Aaron kneels. I hook my legs—still connected at the ankles by leggings—over his head and let them rest on hisshoulders. Warm palms press against my thighs, spreading them apart. I whimper at the sensation of his hot breath caressing my most sensitive area.

Is this really happening?

His tongue flickers out ever so gently, grazing my clit.

My hips buck at the insane sensation, pushing mycookieright into Aaron’s beard. Fuck, I’m going to die from pleasure before he ever gets to the good part.

Lips softly press a trail up my inner thigh, one then the other.

I spread wider and arch my hips, desperate to feel his tongue on me again.

“I’ve waited a long time to taste you,” he says in a near growl. “Don’t rush me.”

After what feels like ten years of his hot breath teasing my pussy, his tongue drags torturously slow through my slit. I don’t even try to tamp down my moan. All the intrusive thoughts have finally fled. All I can focus on is the incredible sensation between my legs.

Aaron takes his time licking my pussy, as though savoring every bit of it. He’s in no hurry as he swirls his tongue around my swollen button. Urgency begins to build in my belly. I slowly rock my hips against his face, realizing now that I’m watching him eat me out. Fuck, it’s erotic.

“Aaron,” I pant.

“Best cookie I’ve ever tasted,” he growls before fusing his mouth to my pussy and sucking with vigor. The sudden shift in pressure and speed is a delicious jolt to my senses. I grab my tits and squeeze, suddenly mad I’m still wearing any clothes. It turns me on to think about Aaron watching me touch myself.

When his tongue plunges into my channel, I nearly come undone. I arch into his enthusiastic feasting and let my eyes fall closed.

Aaron’s palms cup my ass cheeks and squeeze.

That’s it.

I’m dying of a pleasure overload.

It’s too much.

I dare to open my eyes, locking my gaze with his hungry one as he absolutely devours my pussy.

I explode.

My body springs upright, which only pushes my pussy harder against his eager mouth. If it weren’t for Aaron’s firm grip, I’d shoot right off the table.

Only when my body has stopped convulsing does Aaron pull his mouth back. Dark gaze on mine, he licks his lips. The devilish grin is almost potent enough to make me come a second time. “That’s the tastiest cookie I’ve ever had.”

Chapter Eight

AARON

“I think that went well,” I say to Meg, taking her hand in mine across the square restaurant table. She doesn’t attempt to wriggle it free, which gives me hope that things have finally changed between us. Can she really deny what’s happening here after the way I devoured her pussy last night?

“I really thought she’d sign over the deed today.” Meg watches Kendra at the mimosa bar chatting with an old friend, her brows drawn tight in concern.

“Maybe she’s waiting for Christmas?”

“Maybe.” Meg doesn’t sound convinced.

I caress the side of her hand with my thumb. “Have you considered telling her about the expansion?”

“No!” Meg narrows her gaze at me, hissing her words. “And you’re sworn to secrecy,remember?”

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