Page 37 of My Secret Santa Dallas

For so long, she’d been strong as the kickass businesswoman she was, but in the dark, in the quiet times when she did not have to be her other self—this was her release.

When she melted for me, her surrender filled the cracks of my thirsty soul and made me harder than a steel pike.

“Jesus, Dallas.”

I fucking loved the sound of my name on her lips, especially with that desperate tremor to her voice and her inner walls rippling around my thick tongue. Shifting a little, I worked a finger and then another and a third into her tight channel and curled them, hitting her g-spot.

The moment I found it, she convulsed around me. “How fucking long is your tongue? Jesus.”

“I don’t think Jesus wants any part of what we’re doing, sweetheart,” I smirked.

I wanted to get her out of her mind, finding her spot and then rubbing it as I finger-fucked her hard, knowing she was about to come. I couldn’t help but grin against that perfect center of sweet flesh, knowing she was so responsive to me. My mouth closed over her clit and sucked hard and deep.

She tore at my hair. “Fuck!” Her voice rose in pitch. “Fuck, Dallas!”

She came, her hips snapping, her channel putting the squeeze on my fingers as she shouted and gasped out her release. I couldn’t cover her mouth or stifle her sounds, not that I wanted to miss one bit of it. It was all for me.

I was right. Blair was a bad, bad girl. I slowed my thrusts, and then stroked her inner walls until she sagged back, limp. Slipping my fingers from her, I licked them. “Hadn’t I told you to keep your hands where I’d placed them?”

Her chest heaved, while her fingers carded through my hair, lightly this time and not ripping the strands out by the root. “You have to excuse me,” Blair said, her words still breathy. “I wasn’t exactly prepared to have my world tilt sideways.”

Reaching for her discarded underwear, I had her slip back into them before getting her jeans on, too. Blair plucked the bun from her hair and shook out her hair; straight locks of silver spilled into her hand, falling in tangled streamers to her waist like liquid snow.

Well, the carpet did match the drapes, for sure.

Plucking the hat back on my head, I inspected the tumbler. “Damn. It’s cold.”

Blair burst out laughing. “You’re impossible.”

Capping it, I went back to the horse I’d been in the middle of dressing before I’d gotten assaulted with a big-ass dog—that was surprisingly quiet in that stall—and then Blair had come around. She was silent for a long time, but I could feel her eyes on the back of my neck.

“How did we go from fighting to fucking?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no clue. Maybe we’re more messed up than we think we are.” With the hide brush in my hand, I looked over my shoulder. “What were you doing out here, anyway?”

“I thought you were already on the ranch, and I came to saddle a horse and see what was going on out there.”

Getting the saddle on, I ensured the straps were cinched right before asking, “Should I get a horse for you?”

“Please,” she replied. “Such a gentleman.”

I snorted. “Hold the compliments, please.”

A healthy spread of snow was on the ground as we got to the pasture, where the rest of the guys were minding the peacefully grazing bulls. Two of the guys, the youngest, Isaac, and another guy, Santos, who I understood had been in ahorrible accident a few months ago, rode over to us. He was holding out a cell.

“Good that you’re here,” Santos said. “Bossman was trying to call you, but couldn’t get you.”

I took the cell and cocked it to my ear. “Warrick?”

“Hey,” Warrick said, and I heard wind through the back of the cell. Was he driving? “Zoe and I are in DC. To my surprise, the proceedings went quicker than I’d thought they would have. We might be back by the end of next week before Thanksgiving.”

My brows lifted high. “Oh, that’s good.”

“It is,” he replied. “How are things going with the site?”

“It’s going well,” I replied. “The snow is going to stall the development for a while, but as far as I can see, they’re following the schematic to the letter.”

“Good,” Warrick said. “Hold down the fort for me. I’ll be back home soon.”

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