Page 62 of Pining for Christmas

The tangled hair, that mole on her hip, the wet noises between her thighs. Mine, mine, mine. All mine.

No one else will be her first. That thought snakes through me, dark and delicious, because no matter what happens after this, mine will still be the first cock that was inside her. She gave me that gift, and she can’t take it back.

Tension coils in my belly. Sucking a thumb into my mouth, slicking it up again, I find her clit again and rub jagged circles.

“Shit, Noelle. That’s it, sweetheart, I can feel you pulsing. You’re so greedy for this, aren’t you? Well, take it. Come for me.”

Her eyelids flutter, her complexion almost milky in the dark. Noelle’s breath hitches, her lips part, and her body clamps down on mine, her channel fluttering around my cock. Pulsing and squeezing. She comes in wave after shuddering wave.

And as she does, Noelle’s perfect body sucks the soul clean out of my body. Couldn’t stop this if I tried, couldn’t fight this tide, so I come and come, spurting inside her, filling her up. A high-pitched whining sound fills my ears. I’m still rocking and thrusting, still heaving for breath.

Is this real?

She moans and hugs me tighter. We’re both damp with sweat, and I collapse onto my elbows.

…Holy shit.

Wish this could last forever. Wish I could drag it out even more, but I’m only human, only flesh and blood, and when I finally roll to Noelle’s side, I’m sticky and aching and ruined.

I’ll clean her up in a second—then I’ll shoulder my way between her legs.

But first, I bury my face in her throat and just breathe.

Noelle

I’ve never done the wholemorning afterthing before, and I’m not sure what to expect. Breakfast in bed? A sleepy, spooning repeat of last night? Awkward silence? Regret?

When I wake up to the faint glow of dawn seeping around the curtains, tired and sore but so happy I could levitate, I roll over to find—

An empty bed.

The covers are tossed back on Reid’s side, the sheet wrinkled where he slept. There’s still a dip in the pillow from where he lay his head, but when I smooth out one palm, the bed is cold.

The nerves start in my toes, then skitter up my body. My teeth dig into my lip.

Reid is gone? Like…gonegone?

But—no. My boss wouldn’t leave me here. Not abandoned in a snowy inn, far from other forms of transport, with my body still aching from the way he screwed me last night. Not even Reid Merryweather would be that heartless.

The bathroom door is open, with only shadows inside. I sit up slowly, squinting around the room like Reid might jump out from behind the dresser and yell, “Surprise!”

Nothing. No signs of life.

Only my own strained breaths, getting quicker.

Jeez, did I get last night all wrong? Swinging my legs out of the bed, I wince as my bare feet hit the cool rug. Because I thought last night was this amazing thing we shared, this life-changing experience for us both, one that went on for hours with breaks for talking and laughing in between…

After the first time, Reid buried his head between my legs and made me come with his tongue, just like he promised. And I exploredhisbody too, brought him off with my mouth and hands, before we settled down for slower sex afterward, grinding and deep and desperate.

Flashes from last night flicker through my brain, heating my cheeks. And I sit there at the edge of the bed, lost and lonely, too confused to get my body moving.

My insides are sore. My boss is not a small man, and I can feel where he thrust inside me. He left his mark.

But if Reid has gone… if he’s left me here… what do I do? Does that mean I’m fired too? How will I get home?

And once I’m home, how will I ever get past this knot weighing down my stomach? This leaden weight that says I had my chance at happiness and somehow blew it?

Sheesh. It’s too early for thoughts like these. Rubbing my knuckles in my eyes, I gust out a sigh.

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