Page 61 of Pining for Christmas

“I’ll lick you after, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good, so good, I swear, but first, I need… first, I need…”

Pushing up on my hands, I frown down between our bodies, watching my shaft skate over Noelle’s pussy. Watching it part her folds, the ruddy head coasting through her slickness, as her hips twitch up to chase that friction.

I’m so close to being inside her.

What will that feel like? Tight? Wet? Hot?

“Yes.” Noelle grips my shoulders, her fingertips digging into the stiff muscle. “Oh my god, yes. Do it, Reid. Make me yours.”

Make me yours.

It’s everything I want. Everything I need. And as I notch myself Noelle’s entrance, as I begin to sink inside, new meaning laces those words—because Noelle istight.Her channel grips my cock, and she whimpers as I push forward.

Shit. “Have you ever done this before?”

Noelle bites her lip and shakes her head. And she’s so goddamn worried, fretting at my shoulders, worried that I’ll be put off, when in fact—

“Neither have I.” I shake my head, even though liquid warmth is spreading through my chest at the rightness of this. That we should be each other’s firsts.

First and only, if I get my way. Noelle is a walking miracle, and everyone else irritates me beyond belief. I only ever want her.

“Really? You haven’t?” Noelle blinks at my body where it’s stretched above her, like it doesn’t make logical sense. “But you look likethat.”

What’s her point? She looks like an angel, and she’s in the exact same position.

“So?” Reaching between us, I rub at her clit, slow and steady. I may not have firsthand experience of these matters, but I’m not entirely ignorant. “What do my looks have to do with it? You’ve met my personality.”

Noelle laughs, wriggling to chase my touch. The inch of me that is already inside her is wedged in heaven. Hot, wet heaven. “As if. That wouldn’t stop you from hooking up if you wanted to, Reid. I call bullshit.”

True.

“Well, then maybe I never wanted to.” Until now. “Maybe I was waiting for the right woman. An infuriating assistant with an insane love for Christmas, for example.”

Noelle’s laugh bleeds into a moan as I thrust a few inches deeper, sliding more easily now. She’s softening around me,melting back into the bed, her body welcoming me in. Sucking me inside.

“Whydoyou hate Christmas, you big Scrooge?” Her fingers play in my hair.

“Not now.” Pulling out again, I draw in a long breath—then sigh as I push back inside, even deeper. “Have mercy, Noelle. Not now. Fuck, you feel too good to be true. So slick and tight. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Wanting my cock.”

Where have all these words come from? Usually I can barely stand to make conversation, and now I can’t stop talking.

“Uh-huh.” My assistant hiccups in agreement, clinging on for dear life as I thrust harder now, plunging all the way deep. The wet noises that drift from where our bodies meet are obscene. The air around us is hot and muggy, and it smells like bare skin and sweat and sex. The mattress creaks as I move above her.

“You wanted this. Say it.”

“I wanted this.” Noelle’s head tosses on the pillow as her heels dig into my ass. I’m pounding her now, going at her hard enough to make the bed frame creak, but she takes it all with an insatiable hunger, writhing in my arms. “I wanted this so much, Reid.”

My hand cramps where I’m still rubbing her clit, but by god, I keep going. The only thing that would stop me now is if my damn hand fell off. “Tell me.”

“I th-thought about kissing you. Screwing you. Crawling under your desk at work and s-sucking you off—oh!”

Noelle’s teeth clack together as I lean back and pound her harder, gripping her hips now to hold her in place. I’ll get back to rubbing her again, to bringing her off, but first I need touseher, need to rut, need to make her feel every inch. Need to punish her for making me wait so long.

I’m running on instinct, here, and this woman has been driving me insane, and I’ve got three years’ worth of frustration to work out.

I’ve never felt this awake. This alive.

Because Noelle ismine, her body spread out at my mercy, her tits jiggling with every thrust. That blush climbing her neck and staining her cheeks—it’s mine. Those kiss-bitten lips—they’re mine, too.

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