Page 38 of Holding Out For A Holiday Hero

Clenching his back teeth, he began to withdraw. Fuck but she feels good. His own paradise. “True, I’m sorry that I?—”

“That was amazing.”

He blinked.

She smiled. The warm smile that reached her eyes and made his chest feel funny. Her hand reached up and her fingers skimmed down his cheek. “Can we do that again?”

Jake felt a big smile curve his own lips. “All night long.” But first he had to ditch the condom. There were more condoms, though. In his bedroom. Where his bed was. Because he would not be taking her on the floor again. He could be civilized.

Maybe. Possibly. Potentially?

With True, his best-laid plans tended to get shot to hell and back.

He withdrew. Ditched the condom in the trash, then returned to her. True had sat up before the fireplace, and her head tilted back as he approached. As he stared at her, he stumbled. Jake never stumbled.

But this time, he did.

The fire was behind her, flickering and dancing, and True—naked True, his absolute dream—stared back at him with a warm, sweet smile on her face. A smile for him. She wanted him. She was happy and naked and waiting for him.

Who said Christmas miracles didn’t happen?

Her smile flickered. “Jake?” She rose to her feet. Her beautiful breasts did a little jiggle that made his dick salute. “Is everything all right?”

He closed the distance between them. Stared down at her. “No.”

Her brows rose.

“I’m not inside of you.” His hand slid down her body. Moved between her legs.

She sucked in a quick breath and rose onto her toes. Her hands clamped around his arms as she steadied herself against him.

“I don’t feel this tight, hot heaven squeezing my dick.” But she was squeezing his fingers. “And I need my dick to be in you right now.” He needed her climaxing around his cock. Shuddering and bucking as she went wild for him. “You going to take me again?”

Her hands tightened on him even as her cute little tongue snaked out to lick across her lower lip. “Thought we already agreed…”

His thumb brushed over her clit.

She gasped, then finished, “All…night long?”

One night wasn’t going to cut it. Not for him. But it was probably better not to scare her and tell her that truth. Not yet. So they’d start with a night. His hand pulled away from the sweet heat he craved.

“Jake?”

He scooped her into his arms. Carried her down the hallway. Kissed her. And didn’t let her go, not until he had her exactly where he wanted her.

In his bed.

Where I want her to stay.

Where he would make her come, again and again, as she screamed for him.

Jingle all night long.

Chapter Nine

“Do I have a favorite Christmas song? Oh, absolutely. ‘Jingle Bells.’”

– True Blakely (and seconded by Jake Hale)

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