Page 40 of Ho Ho Oh No

She eases one step forward, long eyelashes fluttering. “And if I don’t?”

“Quit messing with me, or no early presents.” I tip her chin upward with my index finger. “In fact, never mind. You blew it. No presents until tomorrow.”

Gasping, she puts her fists on her hips and darkens her glare. “Unfair. I did what you said. It ain’t my fault you didn’t give clear instructions.”

“Too bad. Get dressed.”

Downshifting from her mock outrage, she goes for seductive, inching close and dragging one fingernail from the butterfly charm on her collar down toward her breasts. “Babe, you aren’t going to leave me wet and needy like this, are you?” She rises to her tiptoes, bringing her mouth within kissing distance. “Don’t you want to play with me? If you take care of me, I’ll take care of you.”

A wicked idea hits me, one that accomplishes all three of my goals at once—punishing her for being bratty, having a little kinky fun before the party, and letting her open one of her sexy gifts.

It’s a win, win, win.

“I like the sound of that.” I close the remaining distance between our mouths, brushing my lips over hers. “Instead of giving you the present I was going to give you, I have better idea.”

She wraps her arms over my shoulders and whispers, “Does it still involve either a sexy present or horny stuff?”

“It does.” I rub the tips of our noses together. “It involves both those things.”

“I accept then.”

“Good girl.”

This close-range, flirty teasing is wearing down my resistance. I might abandon my new plan and make love to her instead.

Right as I’m about to kiss her, she pulls back an inch and adds, “Under one condition.”

I encircle her waist with one hand and slide the other around the nape of her neck, erasing the distance between us. At this point, the only way we could be closer is if my tongue or cock were inside her. Not opposed to either of those options. Wonder how quickly I can get my clothes off.

“Be careful, sugar bear. You’re not in a position to be negotiating.”

The tempting minx smiles like she’s won. “The way your cock is poking me through your jeans begs to differ.”

Maybe shehaswon.

“Keep taunting me, and I’ll shut you up with it.”

The column of her throat ripples with a swallow. “Can I at least tell you what my condition is before you do that?”

I slope my head to the side, squinting at her playfully. “Tread carefully.”

Swear to fuck, I could banter with this woman all day, every day, for the rest of my life and never get enough of it.

“Before we move onto yournewplan involving a sexy present and sexy times, I would like to know what the other plan was. Just to satisfy my squirrel brain.”

“You mean the present you were going to get before you disobeyed my simple request?”

She partially releases my neck, holding up her pointer finger between us. “Hey now, mister. I wasn’t disobeying. I was complying.” Her eyes flash wild. “With a twist.”

“A bratty twist.” My smile slips free, broadcasting my amusement. “To answer your question...”

Eagerness makes her eyes twinkle and jaw undulate. “Yes?”

“One of your gifts is a long-lasting, tingling lube. I was going to rub it all over my cock and fuck you against the wall. Then, I would have washed it off myself to dull the effect so I could function at the party without a raging erection. Whereas you wouldn’t be allowed to clean up, plus it would have been so deep inside your pussy that you’d feel it for the entire night, along with my cum dripping out of you.”

She whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. “Why did I need to have my hands on the wall and my back to you for that?”

I click my tongue at her. “I guess you’ll never know.”

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