Page 78 of Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty

“Technically,” I murmur, eyes down on the bulbs. “But this way, I can find all the broken onesasI unpack and then I don’t have to deal with this impossible tangle more than once.”

“It’s part of the Christmas magic.” James laughs. “Christmas lights will always end up tangled like a nest. I’m pretty sure it’s some sort of law laid down by Santa.”

“Oh, really?” I shoot him a glance. “Then I want a word with Santa.”

“I’ll try and arrange that,” James says. Suddenly, his warm hand encloses around my wrist and he pulls me away from the tree.

I stumble close to him and place one hand on his chest. “James, I’m trying to work here.”

“I know,” he murmurs, bringing his face close to mine. “I only want to say hi.”

A bashful smile creeps across my lips, followed by a rush of warmth through my entire body as his lips press against mine. Despite everything, James still has an uncanny ability to make me feel like the only woman in the world. I drape my arms around his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

James reacts in kind and we slowly begin to rotate. He kisses me deeply with his tongue teasing over the seam of my lips before easing into my mouth. Another curl of heat runs through me, and I stroke through the finer hairs at the back of his neck. When the kiss breaks, James begins humming a soft Christmas tune and swaying me back and forth.

Laughing, I go with it and allow him to twirl me around as he hums because after each spin, he pulls me back against him and kisses me deeply. My heart flutters with a mind of its own and I’m utterly smitten until a strange restriction catches around my ankles.

I overbalance with a yelp and would have hit the floor had James not been there to catch me. He holds me in his arms, almost parallel to my arms, laughing heartily. Glancing down, I see that all of his spinning and weaving has tangled me up inthe glittering Christmas lights and now I look like some kind of ornate deer.

“Oh, my God,” I laugh. “Hold on, help me up.”

“Hmm,” James hums. “I don’t think I will.”

“Wait, what?”

The next thing I know, he’s got me on the floor and is kissing me deeply as he winds the remainder of the lights around my wrists and pins them just above my head, using the table leg to hold me in place.

It’s not very secure, all things given, but I choose to keep my hands there as he kisses me deeply and slides his hands over my abdomen.

“Time for my Christmas gift,” James murmurs against my lips.

“The scarf and mug weren’t enough?” I gasp when he breaks the kiss. His lips trail down my jaw, and he buries his face into the side of my neck with a groan while his hands slide up my body and grope my breasts through my shirt.

“They were perfect,” he murmurs, and his lips tickle my throat as he talks. “But you’re better.”

I can’t argue with that. Curling my hands into loose fists, I grip the cable of the lights and close my eyes. Heat flushes inside me like a furnace, flaring each time James’s lips press against my skin.

He lavishes attention down my neck, nibbles across my collar bone, and tears my shirt open to expose my breasts. I don’t care about the buttons I hear clattering into the distance. They can be a problem for later.

Right now, James is kissing my breasts and drawing my nipple into his mouth. Flesh stiffens immediately, and I gasp softly, arching into the flush of pleasure that flares from where his tongue swirls in circles around my nipple. There’s a flash of teeth and his tongue soothes the area immediately after.

I squirm and giggle when his hands skim over my ribs, and James chuckles with me, then he shoves a hand beneath my leggings, and I’m briefly blinded by the surge of pleasure that courses through me when he slides his fingers over my pussy.

Two slide deep inside me, slicked by the dampness that formed between my legs the moment he pulled me close. I moan loudly, aching to touch him, but the Christmas lights limit my movements and I don’t want to break them. James kisses down over my abdomen, teasing my navel, and then he vanishes from sight.

There’s a moment when he rolls me back and forth in order to get my leggings and underwear off my legs, and then he buries his face against my pussy, pressing firmly between my barely parted thighs.

My eyes roll back in my head and a rush of tingles shoots through my body as his tongue delves against my core, pumping his fingers inside me with purpose. Then he crooks his digits and his fingertips press against something inside me that sends a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to my core. I jolt with a gasp and writhe on the floor.

“Fuck, James,” I gasp, clenching and unclenching my hands. “Holy fuck—fuck!”

He brings me to orgasm in record time, and he doesn’t pause his onslaught of attention until I’m a quivering, gasping mess and each swipe of his tongue is like torture.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look,” James says once he’s discarded his clothes and returned to my side. “All flushed and aroused with the multicolored lights on your skin. A work of art.”

“You sweet talker,” I moan, nuzzling into him. Above us, the remaining lights on the tree wink down at us from their nest of tinsel.

“It’s because I want to fuck you,” James teases.

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