Page 36 of Naughty Santa

Paris did as he asked without hesitation. He loved how easily she gave up control to him, loved that she trusted him.

His heart had skipped a few beats when she’d said that to him back at the store. Earning the trust of such a wonderful, beautiful woman was a heady thing.

Joe reached up to unwrap the blanket from around her. She gave a little shiver, but he didn’t think it was because she was cold.

“Now close your eyes.”

Again, she did as he asked without question. Very obedient. Joe liked that. A lot. He slid closer until he was right next to her, and she was pressed into the back cushions. She sunk in and gave a little sigh that sounded very contented.

Joe grinned. “This is deconstructed cocoa,” he told her. “The only way to truly appreciate all the flavors.”

“I’m ready.”

He reached over and swiped up a dollop of whipped cream with his finger. Colored sprinkles clung to the cream as he ran his finger over her lips.

Instinctively, her tongue darted out to taste it. “Yummy,” she said softly. “Love whipped cream.”

“Yeah? Let me see.” Joe leaned in and kissed her, tasting the cream and then her, just under it. Delicious. “That is pretty good,” he agreed, sitting back.

The problem with the plan to give Paris fun, silly, sweet Christmas memories of North Pole—and him—was that he was going to have those same memories.

He wanted them, wanted to remember her. But it was going to make Christmas, and hot cocoa, bittersweet from here on out.

That was tomorrow’s problem because there was no stopping now.

“While it was nice on your lips,” he said quietly. “I think there’s a way to make it even better.”

Paris’s response was more breath than sound. “Okay.”

Joe started unbuttoning her blouse. Her breath caught for a moment, but she did nothing to stop him. She wiggled a little against the cushion, but was still otherwise, letting him open her shirt. She shifted so he could pull the sleeves down her arms, but he left it bunched behind her.

She’d dressed festively for the meeting with the potential buyers. Her blouse was white, and her skirt was red. Her bra was also white so as not to show through. Joe reached behind her and unhooked the lace and silk scrap, pulling it off and tossing it over the back of the couch.

Her nipples were hard, her sweet, firm breasts looking delicious. He reached for more whipped cream and swiped it over her right nipple, causing it to bead even tighter.

“Joe,” she gasped slightly.

He lifted his finger to her mouth, and she drew it inside, sucking gently, as he lowered his head to her nipple, doing the same there. She quickly figured out that whatever she did to his finger was the same attention he gave her nipple. Soon she was sucking hard, and then she even gave his finger a little nip.

He did the same. Her legs shifted against the cushion as she moaned, “Joe.”

Joe lifted her head. “So that’s the whipped cream.”

She gave a husky laugh. “Love whipped cream. Still.”

He reached behind her for the zipper on her skirt and dragged it down, skimming her skirt over her hips and down her legs. Her panties were red like the skirt. Nice. He slid his finger over the front of the red silk, grazing her clit, and she gave a sweet little gasp.

“These are in my way,” he said gruffly, whisking the tiny piece of silk down her legs as well.

Joe reached for the candy cane in the cup next and lifted it to her mouth. “Next flavor.”

She opened her mouth, and he slid the candy cane over her lips. She slid her tongue out, tasting the peppermint stick. She gave it a long lick, then sucked the end.

Good girl. She knew exactly where he was going with this.

Joe moved between her legs, which she parted without any urging. “You need to hold this,” he told her.

She took the candy cane in hand, and he slid down her body.

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