Page 43 of Second Down Scrooge

She’s warm and friendly when she answers the door, and she leads us straight toward a family room where we find kids of all ages playing with a variety of different kids’ toys. To be honest, this place seems like an absolute dream for a kid, and it’s probably as good a time as any for Mia to start socializing with other kids.

A woman in her early twenties walks over toward us. “I’m Elizabeth, the nanny. Is this Mia?” She smiles warmly at the girl who’s currently clinging to me, and I nod.

“Yes, and I’m Kelly. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“And you,” she says. “Good to see you again, Austin. Mia, I heard you likePaw Patrol. Is that right?” She pulls a huge stuffed Skye dog from behind her back.

“Daw-daw!” Mia says proudly in her little way of sayingdog, and I set her down on the ground as she takes Skye from Elizabeth’s hands. She sits down with the pup and plays with her, and Elizabeth turns to us.

“She’s in great hands if you want to take off, or you can stay a while and watch—whatever your comfort level is.” She smiles, and I see all the happy kids in the room. I can see how gentle and sweet Elizabeth appears to be, and if Austin trusts Ellie and the person she hired to care for her own kids, then I trust her, too.

I lean down and press a kiss to the top of Mia’s head, and Austin does the same. And then we leave.

It’s weird walking away. It’s not the first time I’ve left her with a babysitter, but itisthe first time I’ve left her here at what feels like a daycare. It feels like I’ll do this again—like I’ll have to so I can focus on work instead of splitting my attention between two things when neither is getting all it deserves.

I hate the guilt that creeps in the second I walk away, but I know she’ll be fine. She’ll probably have more fun here playing with the other kids than she would at home, where I’m the main source of entertainment.

We’re quiet on the ride back to my place, and as Austin pulls into the driveway, he asks, “Are you okay?”

I nod. “It’s just weird without her.”

“But now we can put up the tree without worrying about where she is, and then…” He trails off and moves his lips to my neck, trailing them up toward my ear. “I can fuck you on the floor under it before we go pick her up.”

My breath hitches at his words, and when my voice comes out, it’s an octave higher than it should be. “Then we better get to decorating.”

He laughs, and I head inside to turn on the Netflix fireplace and some Christmas music as he hauls my tree out of the back of his Escalade and sets it up.

He strings lights around it while I make us more hot chocolate, and we hang the ornaments together, stopping for kisses in between, and when we’re all done, we wash our hands and meet back by the tree. I grab a fluffy blanket off the couch and lay it on the floor in front of the tree, and he sits down on it first.

I straddle his lap, taking his face between my palms, and his hands come around me and settle on my ass. “Thank you for a perfect day,” I say.

“It’s about to get even better,” he groans, thrusting his hips upward to let me know he’s ready to go.

I am, too. This entire day has been filled with all these sweet details that tell me he’s been watching, listening, and caring this entire time. And now we’re at the moment when we have time to express our feelings for each other.

He reaches down to pull my sweater off, and I pull his off, too. He takes off my bra next, and then he pulls me close, our chests smashing together, and his mouth finds mine as his hand moves to the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair as his lips open to mine, and his tongue brushes mine with a fire that tells me this is going to be hot, steamy, and intense.

Just like it always is with him.

I’m addicted to this, to him, to the feelings he leaves me with, and I think that’s why this has been so scary from the start. He has the power to really hurt me, but he’s building the sort of trust in me to show me that he’s never going to do that.

We kiss like that for a while before he shifts to pull me off of him, and then he sets me down on the blanket. He moves over me, pulling my jeans down my legs with my panties, and then he knees in between my thighs, pushing them open wide as he leans down to kiss me again. He breaks his mouth from mine and trails his lips down my neck to my collarbone, where he leaves little kisses that make me shiver. His mouth moves down to my breast, and he stops to suck my nipples. My hips arch up off the ground as the feeling of his mouth on my body sends searing signals to my pussy that I need him inside me.

But it’s not time for that yet. He continues to tease me, his lips trailing down my stomach to my hip, and then he kisses the inside of my thigh, the scruff on his chin leaving a tickling burn in its wake as his mouth moves closer and closer toward my pussy. He kisses the outside of it before he slides a finger through me, stopping to focus on my clit, and I very nearly fall apart at his touch. It’s a wickedly delicious sensation right where I need it, and then he lowers his mouth to my clit, moving hisfinger out of the way as he sucks it between his lips. I feel his tongue swirling around it as he continues to suck on it, and my God, the feeling is out of this world. I never want him to stop.

But he does, only to dip his tongue down into my pussy. He licks me there a while before he slides a finger into me, and then he sucks on my clit some more. I hear his gentle hum against my body, the vibrations sending me into another orbit, before he moves his fingers and dips his tongue inside me again. He fucks me with his mouth before he replaces his mouth with his finger again.

“Fuck, Kaplan. Your pussy is fucking addicting.” He licks through me again, and he uses his mouth to deliver the sort of pleasure only he knows how to give me.

I’m about to fall apart when he stops. He pulls his cock out of his jeans and slides into me without warning, and it’s everything I need.

“Fuck yes, baby, come for me,” he growls, and my pussy clings onto him as he moves in and out of me. His erotic words tip me over the edge of pleasure into the abyss below, and I’m lost to everything as I writhe and thrash under him, my nails clawing his skin as I moan his name through a brutal release.

He continues to pump into me as I start to come down from the high, and he leans down so his lips are near my ear. “Watching you come is my favorite thing in the world,” he says quietly, and a thrill zips up my spine at his words and the sexy, sweet sentiment behind them.

Once my body has come down from the quaking he just delivered, he pulls out of me and grabs me into his arms. He stands as if he needs no effort to pick up a woman when he's kneeling on the ground, and he carries me through the house to my bedroom.

“On your hands and knees,” he demands, and I scramble to get into position. He slides into me from behind and reachesaround to thumb my clit, and I feel the start of another brutal release coming for me.

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