Page 45 of Holiday Hoax

“I was thinking that maybe we should see if Marta wants to come decorate with us?” She looks over at me while I check the strings of Christmas lights. “Since she’s widowed and doesn’t have kids.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll text her.”

She replies back right away that she’d love to, so I send a car service to pick her up. I don’t want her taking public transportation on a Saturday night. While we wait for her to gethere, we get all the lights placed. Even without ornaments the tree looks beautiful.

“Mr. Jameson,” Marta says with awe in her voice as she walks off the elevator. “It’s beautiful.”

“Hi, Marta.” Mia walks over and gives her a quick hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

Marta meets my eyes over Mia’s shoulder as she returns the hug. It does something to see the two of them get along so well. I love my mother, and no one could ever replace her, but Marta holds a maternal spot in my heart as well. The time she’s worked for me is longer than any relationship I’ve ever had. I suppose that’s why it makes sense that warmth burns through my chest as I watch them embrace.

Mia puts on Christmas music while we decorate the tree. Marta talks to us about her family’s holiday traditions when she was a child. Mia shares memories of her extended family’s Christmas and their annual Feast of the Seven Fishes Christmas Eve dinner. Both of them have such rich experiences around the holidays, it makes me look back on my childhood so differently.

I received every present I could have wanted and then some, but our meals were usually filled with business associates and society contacts. I’m not close with anyone in my extended family; in fact, I would probably pass by most of them on the street without realizing. I don’t want that for my future family.

Thoughts of Mia being here with me next year, my ring on her finger, fill my head. That image morphs into her pregnant and then holding a baby in front of the tree. I try to erase her from the future photos in my mind, but I can’t.

It hits me as I watch her smile and laugh with Marta that I’m very much in love with Mia Mattia. I’m going to make her my wife. It occurs to me that she might not be there yet with me, but I’ve never had a goal I didn’t achieve.

After seeing Marta downstairs to her ride home, I come back upstairs to find Mia standing in the dark with only the tree illuminating the room. She looks so beautiful bathed in the warm white light. I walk into the kitchen to pour a couple glasses of wine to sip while we sit and take in our work.

She turns as I take a seat on the couch and begins to walk toward me. Instead of sitting down beside me, she crawls onto my lap, her thighs on either side of mine. I set my glass down and grip her hips while she wraps her arms around my neck.

She brings her mouth to mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I pull her closer until our chests press against each other. Her fingers sink into my hair, nails scratching against my scalp. This is all I’ve ever wanted, and now that I have it, I don’t want to let her go.

Some of that desperation bleeds into our kiss as I take it from sweet to lurid. My tongue laps into her mouth, as if I’m trying to consume her. She reaches down and pulls off her sweater, revealing a lace midnight blue bra. It doesn’t even stay on long enough for me to fully appreciate it as she reaches behind her back and unhooks it.

I don’t know what I did to get this sexy striptease, but I’m not complaining. She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. It lands on the same rapidly growing pile of her clothes. Her hands roam down my chest to the button of my jeans while I pull her mouth to mine.

I could get lost kissing this woman. I groan against her lips when she palms my erection over my pants before unzipping them. She breaks the kiss with a devious grin as she shimmies down my legs and onto the floor, hooking her hands in the waistband of my briefs and jeans. I lift my hips to help her pull them off.

She looks like a goddess on her knees for me. My cock twitches under her palm as she wraps her hand around me andstrokes. I can’t wait to feel her mouth around me, but first I need her to be as naked as I am.

“Stand up and take the rest of your clothes off first.” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s so full of need and gravely desire.

She follows directions and pushes her leggings down her legs. Her panties go with them until she’s standing in front of me, fully nude with her delicious curves and slightly round stomach on display. A fucking feast for my starving eyes.

She lowers herself between my knees, dragging her fingernails softly up the skin of my thigh and sending chills of anticipation racing through my body. I watch transfixed as she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock from base to tip. My abs clench at the soft heat of her tongue while her eyes never leave mine.

I reach down and tuck her hair behind her ear, so I can see her face clearly. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat gathers in my balls as she takes me all the way into her mouth. I nearly lose it when she gags around me, my tip hitting the back of her throat. She works my cock until I’m so close to coming down her throat that I have to look away. But that’s a mistake because in the reflection of the window I can just barely make out the curves of her ass and her glistening, pink pussy.

I cup her cheek and pull her mouth off me. Her eyes meet mine as she climbs into my lap. My cock notches in her slit, so close to being able to slide right into her, but I need to make her ache the same way she’s made me ache.

I palm both her breasts, each more than filling my hand and pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She grinds her pussy against my cock, teasing both of us while she kisses me again. I run the back of my fingers down her belly to her wet folds. She’s so fucking soaked I know she’ll just slide right down my length.

I want more, though.

I need to be drenched in her.

She cries out as my fingers find her clit, circling it while I continue to pinch and tease her peaked nipple with my other hand. I feel her tremble against my cock and the hand on the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. My cock weeps pre-cum for her.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as her body quakes with an unexpected orgasm. She leans her forehead against mine as wave after wave of pleasure moves through her. I reach down and drag my dick along her slick slit, causing her head to fall back as she holds onto me.

“More,” she begs.

“Fuck,” I groan as I line myself up with her entrance and slide inside her.

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