Page 6 of The Christmas Plan

The sound of keys in the locked door startled her out of her haze.

“Honey, you home?” Ari called as she pushed into the apartment. Stopping in her tracks, Ari raised an eyebrow as she scanned Cass’s body. Dressed in a long, oversized flannel and skimpy boxers, Cass knew she looked tempting. “Yes, you are.” Ari swallowed.

Rolling her eyes, Cass leaned against the now-cleaned counter. The cold stone sent a wave of relief through her tired hands. “You’re home early.”

Ari licked her lips as she tossed her Chanel bag on the floor, crossing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. “Is that a complaint I hear?”

“No, sir.” Cass felt her eyelids growing heavy as the thought of Ari’s touch grew closer.

Putting her hands on Cass’s waist, Ari’s eyes flicked from her mouth to her stunning blue eyes. A light whimper escaped Cass’s lips as Ari’s cold fingers pushed against the fabric of her shirt.

Ari smirked. “I got to leave early so I could work on the venue.”

Taking a step back, Cass shrugged. “Well, I guess since you’re home to work, I should keep my hands to myself.”

“Did I say that?” Ari pulled Cass closer, tugging on the flannel.

With a wince of pleasure, Cass shook her head. “Maybe not.”

A laugh rumbled from Ari’s chest as she pinned her hands to the counter, trapping Cass between her arms with her ass pressing into the cold marble behind her.

“I missed you,” Cass whispered as her head fell back.

Pressing her lips into Cass’s neck, Ari grinned. “I missed you too.” But as she teased the flesh with her lips, tongue, and teeth, Ari’s eyes caught on the Christmas tree glowing from the living room. At the base, a perfectly wrapped box sat under the branches. “What’s that?”

Trying to stop herself from thinking about her pulsing center, Cass looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Santa left that. But you’re going to have to wait to open it.”

Ari scoffed and released Cass before leaving the kitchen. The gift was in a sleek, gold and black snowflake wrapping paper with a faintly glittery gold ribbon.

But before Ari could reach for the gift, Cass’s long, elegant fingers wrapped around her wrists. “Naughty girl.”

Turning around, Ari’s jaw tensed with excitement.

Cass’s chest rose and fell quickly, her own anticipation growing. Looking at Ari, it felt a little unfair how clothed she was. Here Cass was, essentially naked. And there, Ari stood with her wrap coat and tailored trousers.

Releasing her grip on Ari’s wrist, Cass moved her hands to the stomach where the tie of the jacket rested. With one tug on an end, the jacket came undone – exposing Ari’s tucked-in blouse.

“I love this shirt,” Cass confessed as she bit her lip. It was a simple top, nothing particularly special about it, except for how the v-neck of the shifting chiffon exposed Ari’s lush breasts.

Ari laughed. “You would. But I think it looks better down there.” She nodded toward the floor and let her hands move on to Cass’s hips, lifting the fabric of the flannel enough to touch her bare skin.

Cass worked her hands over Ari’s shoulder, slipping the wrap coat off and letting it fall to the floor. Her breath grew ragged with each movement, pulses of pleasure shooting down to her folds. Without waiting, Cass grabbed the chiffon hem of the blouse and pulled it up, guiding it over Ari’s shoulder and head.

Following orders, Ari lifted her arms for Cass. Once the shirt was on the ground, tossed a few feet away, Cass shook her head. “Wow.”

Standing at the center of the living room, Ari’s toned body came into view. Her soft abs tensed in the slightly colder room, goosebumps rising on her skin as she looked back at Cass. In a simple, black bra, her chest looked warm and plush.

Her hair, up in a neat bun, was out of her face.

Ari giggled and walked closer to Cass, letting her fingers get to work on the buttons of Cass’s flannel. But before she could get too far down, Cass walked toward the couch. Pulling Ari along with her, Cass put her hands on Ari’s shoulders and pushed her down.

Sinking into the luxurious couch, Ari groaned as she made contact with the fabric.

Cass lowered herself to the floor, her knees pressing into the shag carpet. It wasn’t the usual piece in the living room, but Ari specially ordered the white rug for Christmas. And as Cass’s skin rested on the soft floor, she was grateful for it.

“Cass, fuck.” Ari groaned as Cass’s hands moved toward the designer belt looped through her trousers.

With a chuckle, Cass unbuckled the leather and unzipped the pants. Her hand moved along the waistband, slowly pulling them lower. Ari lifted her hips.

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