Page 23 of Naughty Santa

CHAPTER 6

As soon asthey walked into the store, Paris heard Joe turn the dead bolt on the front door.

“It’s kinda hard for the customers to get in with the door locked,” she said teasingly, hoping that kiss had pushed Joe over the edge. She was starting to think there would be no repeating the groping from the other day in Lydia’s kitchen, let alone actual sex.

“That’s the point. Nobody’s getting in. I’m crying uncle.”

“Uncle?”

Oh, yeah.

Plan Paris Drives Joe Crazy had been in full effect for three days.

Finally…success.

“Go to the workroom, Paris.”

She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Why?”

“Because there are too many windows out here. Unless…” Joe stepped closer to her.

She had been flirting nonstop for days and had become a master of sexual innuendos, issuing constant invitations to her bed or whatever flat surface happened to be available at the moment. Joe had rebuffed every single one.

Until now.

Paris had relived that first day in the kitchen more times than she cared to count, the memory of Joe’s fingers inside her the inspiration for some pretty intense, pretty successful orgasms. She’d had to make do with her own fingers because she hadn’t anticipated the need for her vibrator when she was packing. More’s the fool her.

“Unless?” she whispered when he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, tugging her against him until she felt that big package she’d been asking for.

“Unless you’re okay with giving the good people of North Pole a holiday peep show they won’t soon forget.”

Paris smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the back workroom. “Nope. This present is mine. And I don’t share my toys.”

Joe closed the door to the workroom with quite a bit of force, and then he threw the lock on that door too. “We don’t have much time. My mom will be here soon.”

There was something about the idea that they could be caught that made this even more exciting. Paris felt like a naughty schoolgirl, sneaking a make-out session with her boyfriend on his family’s couch.

She pulled her coat off, tossing it on top of a pile of feed bags, and Joe followed suit. After too many days of denying themselves, it was obvious neither of them had the patience to take this slow.

She reached over to unbutton his flannel shirt as he gripped her breasts through her shirt, roughly kneading them, plucking at her nipples until she groaned.

“I want you,” Paris whispered, running her hands over the front of his jeans. Joe placed his hand over hers, pressing it harder against his very impressive erection. Then she recalledwhy they’d been forced to stop the other night. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

He grinned, using his free hand to grip the back of her neck, pulling her toward him for a hard, hungry kiss. When he released her, his lips traveled to her neck where he murmured, “I have several,” before he stroked her skin with his tongue.

Jesus. Now that Joe was in, he was all the fucking way in. He held nothing back as he pushed her backward until her ass hit the edge of the dented old metal desk where Lydia stored her countless “cashier” notebooks.

Joe reached behind her and swept everything on top of the desk to the floor, while Paris struggled to undo the button on his jeans.

“Too slow.” He took over for her. His lips traveled up her neck to her ear, and he bit her earlobe. “Take off those fucking jeans, Paris.”

Both of them moved as fast as they could, considering they were wearing too many damn layers of clothing. Paris could be naked in ten seconds in California, something she intended to mention to the Indiana boy who seemed to love this frozen town.

“Shit,” she cursed when the left leg of her jeans got stuck on her boot. While the right leg was free, the left was trapped forever. The harder she tugged, the more stuck she got.

Joe’s shirt hung open, revealing rock-hard abs she wanted to sink her teeth into. He hadn’t bothered taking his jeans off. Instead, he’d shoved his pants and boxers to his ankles, leaving them there, and Paris briefly forgot about the disaster she’d made of undressing as she got her first good look at his cock.

This was the biggest package she’d ever unwrapped.

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