Page 12 of The Bad Boy's Secret Santa

I lean my mouth close to her ear and say, “Or did you already make yourself come this morning?”

She stiffens, as if caught red-handed.

“Were you thinking of me, Pipes?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The nonchalance from earlier is gone, and in its place is a squeak of desperation. As if she could hide the truth from me.

“You naughty girl, youdidtouch yourself while you were thinking of me.” I drop a hand to her hip, resting my fingers there. Giving her plenty of time to push them away. To stop what I’m about to do next. Instead, she arches her lower back the slightest, nudging that perfect ass against me. Grazing my cock, bringing it to half-mast in two seconds flat. “Will you show me?”

“You’d like that too much.”

“You used to like it too,” I remind her. “Playing with yourself and letting me watch.”

“Too bad you missed the show.” She moans the last word as my fingers slide over her upper thigh and give it a gentle squeeze.

“Guess I’ll have to settle for an encore, then.” I reach a fingertip past her thigh, brushing it ever so lightly against her mound. Hitting a patch of wetness through the thin fabric. “Certainly seems like you’re wet enough for one.”

Piper flattens both palms against the countertop and turns to look over her shoulder. “This is a bad idea,” she says, licking her lips in invitation.

“A very bad idea,” I agree.

“So you better hurry before I come to my senses.”

I don’t have to be told twice before closing the gap between us and pressing my mouth to hers. The kiss is only gentle for a single moment in time. The hunger that’s burned inside me for Piper Stanton for the past decade is demanding to be set loose. Our mouths seek one another with a passion so strong it could start a wildfire in a hurricane.

I slip my hand beneath her leggings and panties, diving right for her wetness. She grinds her ass against my rock-hard cock, moaning into my mouth. I snake my other hand up her shirt, discovering my no-bra observation was correct. I squeeze a tit in rhythm to our mouths. In time with my hand between her legs. It’s a symphony of pleasure I never want to stop playing.

“God, I’ve missed this,” I say against the hollow of her neck. “I’ve missedyou.”

I spin her around and yank down her leggings, kneeling before her. I grip the back of her legs, arching her pussy into my eager face. She struggles to hang onto the counter, pulling a towel off the stove rack in the process. I hear the clamor of metal bowls against measuring cups as a cookbook goes flying, but I don’t dare stop.

I devour her pussy, suffocating myself in her sweet cunt until she comes apart.

Her body shudders against my face as she cries out in ecstasy, her juices smearing my cheeks. I lap up every last drop my tongue can reach until her body stills. She slumps to the floor, not fighting me when I catch her in my lap. Her hair is messier than ever, her smile very sated.

This just feelsright.

I kiss her sweetly and thoroughly, cupping her cheek with my hand.I’m not letting you go again, my heart swears to hers even though I know it’s too soon to say the words.I’m bringing you with me when I go. Just like I promised I would.

Her tongue flicks out, catching the side of my neck, just under my ear and sweet turns to spice all over again. My cock throbs with need to be inside her. She seems to know it too, because she flattens her palm against my crotch and grips my shaft through my jeans.

I groan, wanting nothing more than to let her free my cock.

“Pipes.”

“Mmm?” The sound vibrates against my neck, where her lips are pressed. Her fingers have unbuckled my belt and are tugging at my zipper.

I clamp my hand over her wrist, wishing like hell that there was time to let her play with my cock. I’d make her reapply that red lipstick first, though.Later.“They’re expecting us at the food bank in ten minutes.” I draw her mouth to mine once more, kissing her quickly, leaving no room for misunderstanding. I want her with every fiber of my being. “You better go shower.”

Chapter Eight

PIPER

“You seem extra cheerful today,” Becky Sue, one of the bakery employees, playfully accuses as she slides the bag of snickerdoodle cookies across the counter to me. “Everyoneis so cheerful lately,” she adds in a murmur, not bothering to hide her smile. “Must be something in the air.”

“Christmas magic?” I sheepishly suggest, feeling a blush creep up my neck. I haven’t had an orgasm that great in a long time. Ishouldbe scanning the bakery for my potential true love, but right now, finding a nice, boring guy feels…forced. Like a chore I really don’t want to do. And just plain…unexciting. Despite Eli becoming an accountant, what happened in my kitchen this morning proves that the bad boy I fell in love with all those years ago is still alive and well.

He's just more…grown up. Mature. Confident. Sexy?—

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