Page 24 of Naughty Santa

“Not bad,” she breathed.

Joe tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, sheathing himself with one smooth motion, while she desperately tried to toe off the jeans with her free foot.

Joe stopped her when he lifted her onto the desk.

“Leave it.” He ran his fingers along her slit and from the grin on his face, she could tell he was pleased by how wet she was.

“Hurry,” she begged. “You played hard to get for too long.”

He chuckled. “Three days. I only last three goddamn days.”

“An eternity,” she complained.

“Lift up your shirt. I want to see those sexy tits of yours while I fuck you.”

Thank you, Santa Claus, for dirty talk. Paris lifted her shirt, and then did one better, drawing her breasts out over her bra.

He kissed her one more time, a quick, hard one that didn’t last nearly long enough. Then he lined his dick up with her pussy and pushed in. It was a deep thrust that hit all the right buttons as it slid in. She leaned back on her elbows as Joe gripped her hips, steadying her for his incredible assault.

Over and over, he pounded inside her body. She came after half a dozen strokes, but that didn’t slow Joe down. He fucked like a man possessed, and Paris loved every single second of it.

No one had ever wanted her like this. She’d read dirty books and watched sexy romance movies where the hero was so overwhelmed with passion, nothing else mattered except taking the heroine. She always figured those scenes were Hollywood make believe, pure fiction, female fantasy.

Until this moment.

The men she had been with in the past were all about the show, more concerned about how certain angles made them look than they were about her pleasure. One time, Victor had wanted to have sex in front of a mirror, and halfway through, she’d realized it was because he wanted to check his muscle tone, not see her. Needless to say, her orgasm had been elusive after that.

Joe was different from anyone she’d ever been with. He was rough and raw and unrestrained.

“Cup your breasts, Paris. Pinch your nipples.”

There was pretty much nothing Joe could ask for that he wasn’t going to get. She did as he asked, thrilled by how much her actions turned him on. And her.

His thrusts grew harder. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t get enough of you.”

“God!” she cried out as he rubbed her clit, triggering a second, harder orgasm. “Fuck! Yes.” Her arms gave out, and Paris fell to her back on the desk.

Joe came as well, leaning over her, caging her beneath him on the hard surface.

“Jesus Christ. Holy fuck.” His voice was deep, husky, and she loved the almost reverent sound of his words, like she’d rocked his world.

Which was definitely what he’d just done to hers.

They lay there for a minute or so, both gasping for breath. Then Joe lifted his head and shook it, looking somewhat guilty. “I usually try for a little more finesse. Didn’t mean to jump on you like that.”

Paris laughed softly. “I don’t remember complaining.”

Joe seemed to recall where they were as he looked around the workroom. He pushed himself up, then stepped away. Pulling off the condom, he wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it in the wastebasket. “Remind me to dump that later. Last thing we need is for my mom to catch sight of that.”

She pushed herself upright, sitting on the edge of the desk, watching as Joe hitched his boxers and jeans back up before buttoning his flannel shirt.

He was dressed in seconds, and then he turned his attention to her. Paris sucked in an unsteady breath when he tucked her breasts back inside her bra, making sure to tease each nipple as he did so. She loved the regretful look on his face when he pulled her shirt down, covering her once more.

That was when they looked down at her feet, one leg of her jeans inside out and dangling over the boot trapped inside.

He chuckled as he spent the next few minutes trying to free her. “How the hell did you manage to get so stuck?”

“I blame the boots.” The jeans came off, and she righted the pant leg, then shimmied into them again, giving Joe quite the show. Given the look in his eyes, he appreciated it.

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