Page 41 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

“You’re so beautiful,” he roughly whispers as he cups my bare tits in his hands for the first time. “I’ve waited for you so long, baby. Didn’t know I was waiting for you until you danced into my life.”

Maybe this is why dating never worked out for me before.

I was Noah’s all along, and I just needed to find my way to Wildflower Hollow so I could step into his path.

As his thumbs caress my nipples, making my head spin, he drags his gaze up to my face again.

“Paisley.”

He says my name with even more reverence than he looked at my breasts with. It’s solemn and serious.

My breath catches.

“Tell me to slow down here.” His chest is heaving and his erection is straining against the front of his jeans.

“Slow down?” I shake my head. “I waited twenty eight years for this, Noah. Go faster.”

“I need to treat you right.” He sounds on theedge. “I’m going to marry you, Paisley Stevenson.”

I stop breathing.

“Gonna make you my wife.” He crowds closer, his breath warm on my lips. “Gonna put babies in you.”

I moan and he licks into my mouth, kissing me so deep and dirty it feels like this kiss could make babies.

And I want them. I want it all.

My fingers shake as I undo his shirt. His chest beneath is hard and hot. Right. This is right. My fingers stop shaking by the time I get to his belt. His zipper.

He works just as fast on my jeans, and with every inch of bare skin revealed, his groans get deeper and more primal. He only lets go of me long enough to get his own boots off, and then we’re both down to just underwear.

“Another pair of Christmas panties?” He traces the Christmas tree on my mound. “Underneath your good girl exterior, you’re nothing but sexy little secrets, aren’t you?”

“Take them off,” I plea.

He groans as he strips me bare and finds me freshly shaved. “Sexy. Little. Secrets.”

Ducking his head, he kisses my mound. His lips feel electric on the fully exposed skin.

I remember how he took his glasses off in his office, but this time he leaves them on as he licks and sucks at my pussy.

He’s so handsome it hurts my chest. I’ve been warm and aching for him since he kissed me at school, and now to see his head between my legs, I’m overwhelmed.

“What do you think?” He glances up, his glasses askew. And smudged.

I think I love you.

A lazy, happy smile tugs at his mouth as we stare at each other. “Are you ready to take me inside you? You taste ready.”

He straightens up enough to kiss my breasts.

I throw my head back.

He kisses my neck. “Paisley…”

I squirm.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You taste so ready. You tasteripe. Let me have you right here. We’ve waited long enough.”

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