Page 15 of Blame It On The Reindeer

Her face was flushed with the prettiest color as heat washed over her.

“I need fresh air,” she muttered, turning away from me and heading to the door before she stopped. She knew as well as I did that she wasn’t going anywhere with the amount of snow that was currently piled against the door. Without saying a word, she turned around and went straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

I considered making her a sandwich but had no idea what she liked. I knew it was already crossing the line with what I had just done, but in all fairness, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask her to get stuck here, and I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to her.

I sat down on the couch with my plate resting beside me as I picked up the remote to turn on the TV. Before I could, I heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. Despite knowing it was wrong, I got up and quietly walked over so I could hear it better.

From the other side of the door I heard soft moaning.

Was she seriously masturbating in my bathroom right now? I wasn’t upset about it in the least—if anything, I was jealous that I wasn’t the one in there giving her pleasure. The way she sounded made my cock harden again, desperate to hear more.

“Fuck, Brody,” she moaned quietly, though loud enough I could hear her from the other side.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, nodding my head in agreement. So, she was thinking about me to get off. That wasa problem I could easily deal with if she would let me. I could make her feel better than anything she was doing in there right now. I could give her the best orgasm of her life before fucking her senseless.

Sensing that she was done and getting ready to come out soon, I retreated back to the couch, turned on the TV, and pretended I hadn’t just heard her coming to the thought of me.

Eleven

Jasmin

Imasturbated in his bathroom.

Not even five minutes after watching him make a stupid sandwich and I was ready to hump the arm of the couch just to get some relief.

What the hell was that?

I wasn’t the kind of girl who was so hard up that I pleasured myself to thoughts of a guy fingering a jar of mayonnaise—which, by the way, was pretty fucking hot. Never in my life have I wanted to be something as gross as mayonnaise until now.

I tried to be quiet, but there was so much built-up tension that I couldn’t help but moan and cry out his name as the stars blinded me from such an intense orgasm. I ignored the thoughts of what would happen ifhehad been the one to touch me instead of just imagining it. Would he have gotten me off just as good? Part of me knew that it wouldn’t be just as good—it would be better. He was the kind of man who, once you experienced what he could do, nothing else would ever satisfy you again. But that wasn’t anything I had to worry about because the likelihood of Brody ever touching me was slim to none.

After the little bathroom incident, I tried to distract myself with work by planting my ass in the chair at the kitchen table and keeping my head down. I ignored the way the energy seemed to crackle between us every time he walked by. It was like there was this raw electricity, and I was bound to get zapped.

“You need to eat,” he said, plopping a sandwich down on a plate beside me. “I didn’t know what you liked, so it’s just plain with meat and cheese. You can find whatever you need in the fridge.”

I nodded, afraid to look him in the eyes after what I had done.

Without any warning, his finger reached below my chin and lifted my head so I had to look at him.

“If you want me to finger some mayo for you, all you have to do is ask. I already told you I don’t mind it being messy.”

I licked my lips instinctively as I thought about the mustard squirting and his comment about loving to eat.

“I don’t like mayo,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Humor danced in his eyes as his finger continued to hold my chin.

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find it.”

He finally released his hold on me and then walked off. I watched as he pulled his jacket and beanie on, then went out the front door, closing it behind him.

The snow had stopped, and according to the news he was watching earlier, the worst of the storm had already moved through. This was technically good news, but since I was stuck out in the middle of nowhere, that didn’t mean I would be able to get out of here anytime soon.

Before I could process everything that had just happened, my phone rang. I looked down to see Andi’s name on the caller ID as I swiped to answer it.

“Hey,” I said, a little too breathlessly.

“Hi. Everything okay?”

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