Page 22 of Their Christmas Miracle

Holly

Imanage a gasp before Josh is right up against me. The heat of his body washes over me like a furnace. Perhaps I hadn’t noticed it before, or perhaps he’d never been close enough for it to affect me, but right now it feels like I’m standing in front of a baking oven, watching muffins rise.

Our mouths crash together. His lips are dry and warm against mine.

Then his hands grab my shoulders, pinning me before I can take a step back. I struggle, but more from shock than an attempt to break free.

He moves his lips against mine, wetting them with our saliva as he draws at me. And all I can do is stand here like a rag doll, dangling limply from his hands as he forces his tongue between my teeth.

I moan, squirm again.

This time, it’s to try and get my arms up.

But he seems intent on drawing the last air from my lungs and leaving me a withered husk on the floor.

I’ve never been kissed with this much passion, this much aggression. I think he’s bruised my lips, kissing me so hard.

I finally manage to shake my shoulders free. My hands run up the front of his suit, sliding beneath his lapels and then over his shoulders.

He pushes into me. Pushes his dick against me.

He’s fucking rock hard.

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