Page 25 of Inherited Holiday

I couldn’t let this go any further.

Why can’t I get my mouth to move?

“You feel that fire?” he asked into my ear in a husky tone that wasn’t referring to the flames burning in front of us.

There was a mirror in front of us, and I caught a glimpse of our skin glistening in the fire's soft glow as the song changed to “Santa Baby.”

He rubbed his lips against the soft skin of my neck, rasping, “Now you’re on the naughty list…”

NICHOLAS

Her heated gaze lingered on the Christmas ribbon I was pulling off the tree. Slowly, I draped it around her waist.

“I like to wrap my gifts before I open them.”

Instead of tying her waist, I tied her wrists, and she didn’t stop me. If anything, the brazen glimmer in her eyes indicated she wanted me to keep going.

I didn’t struggle with my conflicting emotions at that moment. I thought I’d be trying to decipher between right and wrong, but the lines were blurred for most of our relationship, and by the expression on her pretty face, it was a mutual thought.

After hanging her wrists on a strong nail, holding up a heavy stocking, I brought her pouty lips to mine, and she sucked in a breath.

“But if you’re a good girl… maybe I’ll even let you come down Santa’s pole.”

She giggled in that addicting way. “You’re horrible.”

It wasn’t our flirty banter that was anything new between us, it was my actions following through with what I was saying that was new. I slowly began to slide my fingers up her inner thigh.

“Don’t you want a white Christmas? Because I could stuff your chimney, seeing as my stocking is so well hung.” I smiled. “Don’t you want to fill the Grinch with your holiday spirit?”

Smiling as she leaned her head against my chest, she questioned, “How many puns do you have?”

“Elle…” Inch by inch, I made my way up her leg. “We both know I can go all night with burying my face in your mistletoe.”

Her eyes glazed over, dilating.

It was all the encouragement I needed to slide my fingers over her silk bottoms and her pussy.

“You’re really pretty when you’re wet, Elle.”

She sucked in another breath, shutting her eyes and leaning farther into me, almost like her legs were buckling. “You’re definitely on the naughty list,” she panted.

“I thought we settled this the first day we met. I’m eternally on the naughty list, babe.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything.”

I was barely touching her through the thin satin on my callused fingers and her clit, but she was already breathless for me. Slowly, once again, I continued my sweet torture, back and forth, a little faster each time, driving her to the brink of insanity.

The way she breathed.

The way her mouth parted and her tongue moved to wet her dry lips.

The way her body responded with every movement of my hand until all of a sudden, she drew in a rigid breath against my lips as soon as I spanked her ass…

Hard.

Causing her to stick her ass out farther at the angle I wanted, and her wrists struggled against the ribbon.

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