Page 45 of His Off-Limits Christmas Gift

But the next time, I intended to savor all of her.

“Nate!” She tensed. Her face tightened as she strained to handle the emotions. The onslaught of desire and the threat of pending release. All those kisses, those hot looks. They’d built up to this occasion, and I felt like a king, a god, to be able to witness it.

“Go on,” I urged between kissing her and sucking the smooth, soft flesh below her ear. “Let go, Rachel. Give in and come for me.”

“I… I…”

“Just let it all go and come for me, sweet girl.” I covered her mouth with mine at the same time that I pressed my thumb to her clit. One gentle point of pressure, and she came apart.

Crying out, gasping, and breathing so hard, she was so splintered under the force of her orgasm. I couldn’t know whether it was her first one ever. Why wouldn’t she have played with herself? Everyone did. But I was smug with the confidence that I was likely the first man to ever make her come.

Kissing her softly, I let her ride out the rush of coming. She relaxed, her arms lightening up with their grip around me. She sighed, catching her breath. And those contented moans and breathy exhales? Yeah, they made me feel mighty.

I’d caused her to be boneless and sated like this. Me. I was the only one. And I couldn’t wait to?—

“Rachel?” Knocks followed.

We both stiffened at the sound of Brandon’s voice out in the hall.

“Rach? Are you there?”

Fuck!

She stared at me as she hurried to lower her legs. “Yeah.” She cringed, clearing her throat to try again. “Yeah.”

“You forgot your phone at the pub. I was just dropping it off.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!I backed up from Rachel, helping her to stand. I was careful not to touch my fingers on her, preventing an accidental smear of her cream from my fingers getting on her as she righted her clothes.

I did my best not to freak out as she shoved her skirt down. As she wobbled, her knees still shaky, I let her hold on to me to gain her balance. I smoothed down her hair where I’d mussed it up.

“Rach?” Brandon called out.

She shoved at me, urging me to hide. With panic shared between us, I crouched behind the couch to stay out of sight. He couldn’t come in and stay. He had to work. This hiding spot would do. Tucked down, on my hands and knees, I held my breath and listened.

Clicks of the lock came, and after a whoosh of the door sliding over the carpet, she said, “Thanks, B. I can’t believe I left my phone behind.”

“Yeah,” he said. His voice came closer, and I cringed with this hint that he had to be stepping inside. “You can’t go far without a phone.”

“I was just eager to get home,” she said.

“You seemed like you were in a rush to get home.” He cleared his throat. “You weren’t trying to run away from having to spend time with Nate, were you?”

I bit my lip at the irony.You got it wrong.We had been trying to run to each other without his knowing.

“No, no. Not at all.”

He laughed at her reply. “It’s not weird working for him, is it?”

“Why would it be weird?”

“You know what I mean,” he said in a teasing tone.

“I don’t.”

He laughed. “Rach, you’re acting weird.”

Fuck. He’s suspicious.

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