Page 19 of Curvy Girl for Santa

I circle her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue before suckling the sensitive nub. Anastasia cries out, back arching off the wall. "Yes, yes! Don't stop!"

Her thighs clamp around my head as I flick my tongue faster, massaging her clit. She grinds against my face, chasing her pleasure. I can feel how close she is, inner muscles fluttering.

"Come for me, baby," I command, voice muffled. "Let go. I've got you."

With a keening moan, Anastasia shatters. Her sweet cream gushes into my mouth as she pulses and spasms. I lap up every drop, groaning at the exquisite taste of her release.

Slowly, her tremors subside. I place a tender kiss to her mound before rising to my feet. Anastasia sags against me, boneless and sated. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

"That was...incredible," she murmurs dreamily, nuzzling my neck.

Pride surges through me. “I want to give you everything, baby.”

But our blissful moment is shattered by a sharp knock at the door. We spring apart, hastily adjusting rumpled clothing.

"Ryan? It's time for the big finale," one of the event coordinators calls.

"Be right there," I reply, voice gravelly.

Anastasia smooths her hair, cheeks flushed. "We should get back out there."

I nod, stealing one last passionate kiss. Then we exit the backroom, trying to look casual.

But my heart stops when I see who's waiting in the crowd. My assistant, Jenna, stands there, eyes wide with shock. And beside her...

"Ryan Caldwell?" Jenna's sister, a local gossip blogger, gapes at me. "The billionaire? What are you doing here?"

Anastasia stiffens, slowly turning to face me. Confusion and betrayal war in her beautiful green eyes.

"Billionaire?" she whispers, voice trembling. "Ryan, what is she talking about?"

I watch helplessly as Anastasia's warm green eyes dawn with comprehension and then hurt, her inviting smile replaced by a trembling frown. She steps back, her curves no longer pressed against me, leaving me aching with loss.

"You lied to me," she whispers, her voice cracking. "All this time..."

I reach for her, desperate. "Anastasia, please?—"

She jerks away, wrapping her arms around herself. "Don't touch me. How could you?"

My chest tightens. I've fucked up royally. "I wanted you to know the real me, not my name and anything you may have heard about the ruthless businessman."

Anastasia's laugh is bitter. "The real you? I don't even know who that is anymore."

I step closer, my voice low and urgent. "I'm still the same man who helped you hang Christmas lights. Who listened to you talk about your dreams. Who kisses you like you're the only woman in the world."

Her eyes flash. "That man wouldn't have lied to me."

"I love you, Ana," I confess, the words bursting from me. "I've never felt this way about anyone. I was scared?—"

"Scared?" she interrupts. "Try betrayed. That's how I feel right now."

My heart shatters. I've lost the only thing that truly matters—her trust.

Anastasia's auburn hair swings as she turns, each step widening the chasm between us. My body aches to follow, to gather her softness in my arms and never let go. But I'm frozen, shackled by the weight of my deception.

"Anastasia," I rasp, my voice raw. "Please."

She pauses, her shoulders rigid. When she faces me, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "I need...time, Ryan. Space."

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