Page 23 of Planes, Trains, and Candy Canes

“Nooo. He gave me the big ticket item—you.” Reese pulled away from him suddenly, turning to face him, her fist able tomold around his cock better at that angle. She pumped him, first slow, then fast, then gliding and twisting, watching his eyes go back and his hands form into clenched fists at his side. “But he not only brought me the best gift—he included one hell of a sexy accessory.” She bent back, hair sliding under the water so the salvaged conditioner she’d applied could rinse out. “I can’t wait to test it.”

“It might need to charge before it has peak performance,” Derrick groaned.

“I took a nap. I’ll make sure I do the hard work—this time.” She bent with a wink, grabbing his manhood in her mouth and sucking in one long, gulping motion that made his back hit the tiles and his knees buckle.

“Oh, my God. I love you. Jeff is a fucking idiot.”

“Perfect gift,andhe knows just what to say.” Reese stood up and patted him all over, making inquisitive sounds. “Hmm. No. Not here. Can’t find it...”

“What? What are you looking for?”

“I was kind of wondering what guardian angel decided to drop you onto my failed flight.” She licked a long line down his chest, eyes looking into his. “But I can’t seem to find a tag or a gift receipt anywhere.”

Derrick beamed and took his turn rinsing. “Guess you’ll just have to keep me.”

THE HUMAN BODY CANdo all sorts of things. You hear about soldiers, doctors, and nurses going on three-day shifts with next to no sleep for the greater good.

He was going on nothing but fast food and a three-hour nap for the power of love. Well, he hoped it was love. Derrick had never felt this strange, all-consuming, instant attractionto anyone before. As he and Reese tumbled into the double bed with its scratchy comforter, he realized that his goals for girlfriends were organized like his work schedule. Neat, practical lists of requirements that had always outweighed emotions.

Not this time. Reese wasn’t perfect. He’d thought that Reese was a mess, a wild, silly, gorgeous mess that would normally make him run the other way. But in just one day, he found he loved her flaws with a sense of wonder and delight usually reserved for children at Christmas.

“You’re beautiful. And wonderful.” He kissed her hand, and she slid on top of him, curling up on his chest.

“You’re handsome. And wonderful.”

Reese giggled into a long kiss that left him breathless. Her hand slid down to grab his cock as he settled his hand on her satiny smooth hips, pulling her higher so he could capture a nipple with hungry lips. “You should keep coming forward. All the way up here.” Derrick licked his lips pointedly between nibbles.

“I’m too tired to be fancy,” Reese confessed.

“That’s good, because so am I.”

“I’m safe. I got the shot that lasts twelve months.”

“I’m safe. Haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Like, calendar years,” Derrick confessed ruefully.

“Oooh, a man with discernment.”

Derrick wanted to argue that, no, it wasn’t really discernment on his part. It was probably stupidity and his thinking he could organize emotions like staff meetings. Or maybe it was discernment on the part of women. They knew a boring guy when they saw one.

And what had Reese said? Women who are ready for relationships don’t want thrills—except in bed?

This is my shot. Tired or not, here I come.

“DERRICK, DERRICK! WHAT—WHOA!” Reese laughed and squealed when Derrick dragged her up and scooted down, legs and arms flailing as she found her balance—with her pussy right over his face. “Seriously, you don’t—”

His tongue flicked out and over her clit, swirling up and around several times before he closed his lips over it and sucked.

“Never mind,” she gasped. “Yes, you do.”

“Good. Because you taste amazing, and I’m not going to stop.”

In seconds, she could have been back in the shower. Her pussy worked over time, soaking with excitement and adrenaline. Something new, something daring, and someone who knew what the fuck he was doing.

Derrick slid two fingers deep inside of her and rocked them as he lapped at her folds and sucked on her clit.

A perfect pattern. And the pattern changed to respond to her body and her sounds.

Ohhhh, God, organized engineering types are secret sex gods. And he’s goal-oriented, too.

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