Page 47 of Second Chance Christmas

She fought for air and he wasn’t doing much better than her when he gently laid her back down on the bed long moments later.

Gripping her waist, he watched as he pulled his spent cock from her body. “I’m done for. God, Ivy Sunday, baby, you look beautiful dripping my cum from that tight hole.”

His cock turned rock hard again as he fed her pussy his spilled milk.

Her whole world is on the brink of shattering under his gentle care. Her whole body rippled with the need he stoked inside her. Something told her this was the beginning. Of what she didn’t know, but there was no going back from here.

From the side table, her phone buzzed, breaking the bubble to their little world they’d slipped into.

“C’mere, baby. Everyone else can wait a second.” Phone forgotten, his lips are hot and hard on hers and she was left breathless when he finally pulled away. She growled and rocked her hips, letting him know she was ready for more. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his slicked-up cock and brought it to her dripping wet entrance. Panting and shivering she brought her heels to his ass and gave a little push.

“Bad girl, already horny for more of me.”

“I’m not the only one,” she said and squeezed, making him growl into her mouth. But the world was determined to interrupt them and probably for the better. Her phone shrilled again and this time continued.

“I’ll be right back.”

She watched as Aspen slipped from the bed, his shaft heavy with need again between his legs. He disappeared into the bathroom only to come back seconds later with a wet cloth to clean her.

She plucked her phone up. “Jon. Probably wondering if I burned down the B&B yet.”

Aspen chuckled as he helped her up from the bed. “Well, we did start one fire.”

She was pretty sure the box of emotions she locked away for the man cleaning her of his release that very second had officially sprung open.

Now what?

“You’re thinking too loud, baby.”

Was she? She thought maybe all thought had left her brain because now that she had her feet back on the ground, maybe what they did wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

Aspen helped her from the bed before quickly dressing. “Don’t overthink, sweetheart. That’s not going to help you in the end. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“Okay.”

With movements that flirted with warp speed, she tidied up her disheveled bed and bolted downstairs. Three steps past the kitchen archway and Ivy skidded to a stop.

Holy shit. Aspen worked fast while she slept in this morning.

“You didn’t waste time, did you?”

From the large island in the middle to the back-counter tops by the sink and the small table pushed up beneath a window overlooking the lake—the entire kitchen looked as though a Christmas bomb detonated in the middle.

Garland, baubles, tensile, lights. You name it, it was there.

“Coffee is two feet to the left of the Santa hat and three steps right of the mistletoe.”

She didn’t ask, only followed since her morning coffee sat cold and forgotten on her side table.

Sweet heavenly goodness. “Bless your heart, Aspen Kennedy.” She took another hit of her coffee.

“From the look on your face, I’m going to wager I earned a few brownie points this morning?”

“Yes. Thecoffeeis that good.” She knew for a fact it wasn’t the coffee buzzing through her body but enjoyed teasing him all the same.

His smirk turned into a full grin and now she understood why resisting him was futile.

“Doughnut?” he offered as he waded through the packages, extending a white paper bag.

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