Page 8 of The Christmas Plan

Nodding, Cass bit her lip, lowered her mouth to Ari’s ear, and whispered, “Tell me how you want me.”

Taking control, Ari placed two hands on Cass’s hips and guided them into a rhythm. When their centers aligned, Ari would thrust upward and press into Cass’s throbbing clit. She didn’t use a toy or her fingers, instead letting the force of their bodies pushing into each other send waves of pleasure through Cass.

“Fuck. It feels like you’re already inside me.” Cass whimpered as she bounced on Ari’s center. Under the flannel, her breasts bounced with each grind of her hips.

“Good.” Ari grumbled as she watched Cass closely, her eyes flicking between her girlfriend’s delighted face and her immaculate body.

Feeling her thighs tremble, Cass pressed herself farther down. A part of her hoped that if she just kept lowering herself, Ari would finally give her what she wanted.

Laughing, Ari took one of her hands off Cassie’s hips. “Is this what you want?” She plunged her hand between Cass’s legs, letting her elegant fingers slip into her folds.

With a moan, Cass nodded. “Please, baby. I need you.”

“Good girl.” Ari licked her lips as she rubbed Cass’s bead, feeling the hard clit between her fingers as she made wide circles.

It only took a few moments of pressure for Cass’s excited body to tremble under Ari’s touch. Her throat roared a scream, bouncing off the walls of Ari’s chic apartment.

Muscles tensing, Cass gripped the back of the couch as she lost control of herself. “Fuck!”

Ari laughed, a deep rumble from her chest as she watched the sight.

Cass released over Ari’s hands, her excitement dripping down. After a moment, her body relaxed and she sucked in a deep breath.

“God, you’re good.”

Licking her lips, Ari smiled. “I’m glad you think so, gorgeous.”

Cass nearly fell over onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions. A part of her wished she could stay like this forever: Ari’s little housewife. But she knew that wasn’t realistic. After all, she wanted to make music work, even if it was going to take some time.

5

ROSE

There was almosta comfort in the steamy subway platform as the doors of the train car slid open and a rush of people shoved onto the tiled floor.

But as Rose and Drew pressed through the crowd at the Union Square station, Rose decided she might never leave the house again. The warmth of the underground tunnels was far better than the frigid December air above ground but the throng of clambering people would never be worth the effort.

Clutching her camera bag to her side, Rose made her way up the steps and through the turnstile at the top of the stairs.

Drew followed closely behind, weaving through the mass of people to stay just a few inches from Rose’s back.

By the time they were breaking out of the sweaty mass of bodies, they were greeted by a rush of cool air at the exit. There, a rush of noise met their ears. Instead of the screeching subway cars, the bustle of traffic and pedestrians zipping through the sidewalks filled the air.

Drew pulled ahead. “This way.” Reaching down to Rose’s hand, Drew intertwined their fingers with hers. With a soft smile, Drew tried to bring Rose back down to earth.

After a moment, they broke through the crowd and into a more open area.

Pulling off to the side, just next to a small park where a few benches sat, Drew looked around Union Square. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Rose nodded as she tried to get her bearings, loosening the knit scarf around her neck to let the cold breeze meet her chest.

There was a reason that Rose avoided Manhattan’s 14th Street this time of year… really every time of year. It was always too busy and full of tourists. But now especially, with the Union Square Holiday Market in full swing just across the street from where they stood, the entire place was crawling with moseying visitors.

Drew rubbed their hands together as the chill set into their fingers as they popped open the camera bag slung around their neck. “Okay, so the goal is to just capture some candids. There’s no plan, so you’re just going to have to see what happens.”

“I’m not sure this is all that different from an engagement shoot.” Raising her eyebrows, Rose grew suspicious of Drew’s plan.

Scoffing, Drew wrapped an arm around Rose. “It’s not, but it’s about baby steps. There won’t be any staged moments here. So anything you capture will have to be wholly organic.”

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