Page 264 of The Christmas Wife

She nods.

"So, you can pay me a compliment, but I can’t return the favor?"

She locks her fingers together, a sure sign that she’s flustered. "I don’t want you to get any ideas."

"Ideas, hmm?" It’s my turn to place the glass of champagne on the table. "I wonder what you think these ideas may be?"

"You know. Me, you" —she flutters her hand in the space between us— "this thing between us."

"What thing?"

"You know this…this attraction, chemistry, lust, whatever you want to call it."

"And if I say it’s more than that?"

She stiffens. "It’s not more than that."

"You sure, baby? Because whatever we did last night touched the both of us, and I don’t think that’s happened to either of us before."

"It was just sex."

"I see." I drag my finger below my lower lip, and her gaze drops to my mouth. Her pupils darken, until the black bleeds out into the iris and there’s only a circle of gold around the circumference. She swallows. The pulse at the base of her throat flutters like the wings of a hummingbird. "Just sex, hmm?"

She blinks, then glances away. "Just sex." She reaches for her glass of champagne and knocks it back, then slides it in my direction. "More."

“I live to fulfill every one of your wishes, Fire.” I rise to my feet and her gaze widens. "Where are you going?"

"To get dessert."

"Dessert?" She frowns.

I head toward the counter and whip off the cover of a dish that I’d left to cool.

"You made dessert?" Her voice rises in pitch.

"Made would be a stretch. I merely pulled off the wrapper and slid it into the oven to warm up."

"And actually remembered to pull it out, counts as a win."

"You don’t cook at all, I take it?" I scoop out the dessert onto two plates.

"Nope, much to my mother’s chagrin." She pushes her hair back from her face. "My mum works side-by-side with my father, but she always finds time to cook for her family. It’s just not something that interests me, I admit.”

I place the dish on the table, then half bow. “Voila.”

"Is that Christmas pudding?" She gasps.

"Cranberry and chocolate Christmas pudding."

She pales a little. "That’s my favorite.”

"I know." I scoop out some of the pudding and hold it out. "Open," I say in a hard voice.

She pales, looks like she’s about to protest, then complies.Thank fuck.I slide the spoon of pudding between her lips. She closes her mouth around the spoon and wipes it clean. A dab of cream sticks to her lower lips. I reach over, wipe it off with my thumb, and bring it to my mouth. When I suck on my thumb, her breath hitches.

I scoop up more of the pudding and, once more, offer it to her. Again, she leans forward, closes her mouth around the spoon, and licks up the dessert. She swipes the tip of her tongue across her lower lip, and the blood drains to my cock.

I put the spoon aside, then drag my finger through the pudding and pick up a dab of the pudding. I lean over and spread it across her lips, before dragging my finger down her chin, her throat, to the valley between her breasts.

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