Page 13 of Holiday Flame

My cheeks flush. Is he making fun of me by mentioning hands when he can see where I have mine right now?

I open my words to ask him that very question—or to say something, anything. But I can’t string together anything beyond a few garbled sounds.

“It looks like you’re managing on your own.” He swallows hard and takes another step inside the room, closing the door behind him. He flips the lock. This time it clicks. “But I’d be glad to give you a hand all the same.”

Turning my body around, he pins me against the machine with his body. My breath quickens as I feel the hardness of his body against mine, the fabric of our costumes creating an unexpected and delicious friction.

Without breaking eye contact, he parts my thighs with his knee and rests a hand on my thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

I nod and stare at him in wide-eyed wonder, past the point of words.

With a half-grin, he slides his hand lower to come up under my skirt. When he finds the bare skin above my stockings he gasps.

“Fuck me.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.

I practically hold my breath as his hand moves between my thighs. His lips press against my neck as his finger slides under my panties and finds me.

“Oh.” I reach up to grip onto his shoulders. My eyelids flutter closed as he circles my clit and nibbles at my neck. “Oh, God.”

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers gruffly against my skin. “Show me what you like.”

“You’re doing a pretty good job of figuring that out on your own.” But I move my pussy against his hand, silently letting him know when to add more pressure or to increase the speed.

All the while, he whispers sweet yet dirty praises into my skin as he slides his tongue and teeth down along the neck of my dress. He says my body is gorgeous. That every time he closes his eyes, he sees mine in his head. That he likes how wet I am. That he likes how I taste.

All of it together—the kisses, the strokes, the words—bring me closer and closer to a point of pleasure more intense than any I’ve experienced before.

I’m barely holding on to my grip. The only reason I’m still standing is because he and the dryer are working together to keep me upright and my body thrumming.

“Stay with me baby.” He adds more pressure and suckles harder on my chest. “Stay with me and come for me.”

It’s enough to send me tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. I cling to him, digging my fingers into the crushed velvet as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me.

He keeps up the delicious motions until I collapse against him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close against him as I take deep gulps of air.

“That was…” I shake my head, unable to form a complete thought. “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.” He kisses my chin and my cheek, his whiskers tickling my skin. “Your pleasure will always be my pleasure.”

When I’m able, I turn my mouth toward his and pull him into a kiss. It’s full of fire and desire. A deliciously wicked play that makes it impossible to know where I end and he begins.

There are no words. It’s simply perfection.

We pull apart, our chests both rising rapidly as we attempt to catch our breaths. I take the opportunity to study him more closely. He really is a handsome man, with his dark hair and beard and equally dark. Of course, I knew that already.

But there’s so much more to him. A softer side underneath that chiseled jaw and body.

I savor the hot desire flashing in his eyes. Desire for me. Desire for what I can do to him.

What I want to do to him.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

I can’t wait to do this.

Licking my lips, I reach for the drawstring on his red velvet pants. I tug it loose and slide my hand below the waistband. My fingers trail down his rock hard abs until I reach what I’ve been looking for. My heart races, and I’m a mixture of nerves and excitement.

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