Page 38 of The Christmas Wife

"Why settle for chocolate, when," I drag my gaze down her body, "there are other things that make for a tastier breakfast."

She gapes, "Do you only think of sex?"

"Do you only think of desserts?"

"What else is there?" her voice cracks.

I scan her pink-tinged features. "Are you blushing?"

"Of course, not." Her face grows fiery.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing."

Oh, it was something all right."Go on, you can tell me."

She shakes her head.

I glare at her, lower my voice to a hush, "Say it."

She trembles. "I… I was thinking how much I’d like for you to eat me out."

Amelie

What the hell am I doing? Why did I blurt that out?I’d honestly not realized that it was what I had in mind, until he’d commanded me to speak… And hell, when he assumes that voice, that hushed tone which whips through my mind, I can’t stop myself. I have to obey him.But did I have to tell him the truth? Couldn’t I have deflected?

His nostrils flare and his grip on my waist tightens. "Say that again," he rasps.

"I… I…" My throat closes. How can I repeat what had come out in a moment of utter lunacy?

"Complete your sentence," his hot breath sears my lips. My panties instantly dampen. My thighs clench and I can’t stop the small whine that spills from my mouth.

"Ask…and you shall receive." His lips curl. An answering quiver thrums at my center.OMFG! I can’t even… This man… How can I refuse him anything? Why the hell had I agreed to stay…? Is that why I hadn’t wanted to leave?I blink; all thoughts empty from my mind.

"Please," I breathe out. "Eat me."

Even before the words are out of my mouth, he’s flipped me on my back, "With pleasure, Alice." He smirks from above me.

"A…are you my white rabbit?"

"You’ll have to let me know."

I blink, then heat sears my cheeks. Is he alluding to my favorite vibrator? "That’s not what I—" My breath hitches as he slides down my body.

His hard chest presses down on my breasts, my belly, then his head is between my thighs. He shoulders apart my legs, places one of my hands on his ear, then the other on the other side. "Hold on." His eyes glitter.

"What the—"?" I gasp, then tighten my fingers around his ears, for he’s buried his face in my pussy.

He nuzzles my flesh.

I whimper.

He blows on my throbbing core, and hell, but I almost come right then.

"Not yet, Buttercup." I sense his lips curve against my center.

"Don’t…don’t stop," I gasp.

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