Page 7 of Celebrating the Season

Boaz’s eyes widened, and I saw a shiver run through him. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered, moving to comply.

I had expected him to rush through it, but he took his time, teasing me with every button of his shirt he opened, every shimmy of his hips as he dragged down his pants. “Turn around,” I said hoarsely once he was naked.

Goddamn, he was beautiful. Creamy skin, a peachy ass, the prettiest cock I’d ever seen, and not a hair on his body.

“Oops,” Boaz said. “I think I dropped something.”

He bent over, and I groaned as he offered me a prime view of his ass…and that pink hole between his cheeks. When he came up, he did a little snap, and I snorted out a laugh. “The bend-and-snap? Really?”

He shrugged. “It has a ninety-eight percent success rate of getting a man’s attention…and when used appropriately, an eighty-three percent rate of return on a dinner invitation. Elle Woods knew what she was talking about.”

“Well, you certainly have my attention, boy.”

Calling him boy came naturally, but I’d watched him closely, and he liked it when I did that. It seemed Boaz appreciated a bit of domination. Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly become more appealing…

“How about you undress me now?” I asked him, and he stepped up eagerly.

He took a lot less time with me than he’d done for himself, peeling me out of the red suit in no time. When he dragged down my boxer briefs, my cock slapped against my stomach, and he gasped.

“You’re big.”

Grinning, I tugged my cock. “And even better, I know how to use it.”

He licked his lips. “It seems Santa is making all my wishes come true this year, so maybe I’ve been a good boy after all.”

I felt a primal urge rising within me. I wanted to claim him, to mark him as mine. But more than that, I wanted to take care of him, show him pleasure like he’d never known before.

“Youarea good boy,” I praised, caressing his cheek. “Now, get on the bed, boy, and let’s find out what sounds I can get you to make.”

3

ELLERY

“Like this?” Boaz purred, his lithe body stretched across my bed like a feast laid out for me. His dark curls splayed across the pillow, framing his face in a way that made him look even younger and more tempting. Those pouty lips curved into a mischievous smile as his brown eyes locked on mine, sparkling with anticipation.

My breath caught. Damn, he was beautiful. And he knew it too, the little tease.

“You gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna come over here and show me what those big, strong hands can do?” Boaz’s fingers trailed down his chest, begging my gaze to follow their path.

I chuckled at his eagerness. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait.”

I approached the bed with deliberate steps, drinking in every inch of Boaz’s smooth skin. His body trembled under my scrutiny, betraying his excitement despite his cocky words.

“Mmm, I like a man who knows how to build anticipation,” Boaz murmured, his voice husky with desire. “But just so you know, I’m not always good at waiting. ADHD and all that.”

I smirked, reaching out to trail a finger along his jawline. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep you…distracted.”

Boaz’s eyes widened, pupils dilating as he leaned into my touch. “Oh fuck, yes, please.”

My body thrummed with the need to claim this beautiful, cock-hungry boy. But I held back, savoring the moment. It had been a long time since I’d felt this level of chemistry with someone. “Tell me what you want.”

He shivered, licking his lips. “God, everything. Your hands, your mouth, your cock. I want it all, Ellery. Please.”

The desperation in his voice sent a jolt of arousal through me. I nodded, a slow, approving gesture that had Boaz squirming on the bed. “Then that’s what you’ll get, sweetheart. Every. Last. Bit. Let’s see how good you are with your mouth, hmm?”

Boaz’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. In one fluid motion, he flipped onto his back, shimmying until his head hung off the edge of the bed. His curls cascaded toward the floor, exposing the long line of his throat. The position left him open, vulnerable. My breath caught at the sight.

“Like what you see?” Boaz asked, his voice trembling despite the bravado.

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