Page 29 of Flown in for Christmas

Fuuuck.

I slip a finger into her, curling it to find the rough pad of her G-spot. The moment I do, she’s arching off the bed with a cry of my name on her sexy as fuck lips. I pump my finger, suck her clit, and ride the wave of her orgasm with her as her pussy pulses around my finger, pulling it deeper.

I groan at the beautiful, sopping-wet sound of her release as she comes down from her high into an exhausted slump against the mattress. My finger slowly slips free and I kiss her thighs, hips, the top of her pussy, her stomach, working my way up her body until my lips meet hers.

The heel of her foot presses into my ass, bringing me flush against her. The length of my cock slips between her wet lips and I pump my hips, gliding it in the most delicious torture.

Joy’s breath stutters as she clutches my arms. “Please.”

I grit my teeth.

We shouldn’t, a tiny voice in my head reasons,this is already complicating things.

My resolve breaks. I drag the crown of my dick over her swollen clit. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Nick,” she gasps. “Please.”

I preen at her pleas. It strokes my cock in a way nothing else ever has. “You need me, huh?” I grip my cock in hand, aligning the head at her entrance. “Is that it, angel? You need me to fill this pussy. Stretch you. Make you come on my cock…”

“God,yes.”

Any ration of thought leaves me the moment I push into her. Raw, hot pleasure washes over me instantly. I sink another inch, two, five, seven…

She takes all of me, tugging me down for a kiss as I start to move. My fists tremble on either side of her as I begin pumping my cock into her tight channel. She feels like heaven. “You take me so good, baby,” I growl.

She moans as I drag along the inner walls of her heat. Her legs tighten on my waist as her pussy flutters around me. I pick up the pace. I take one leg and bring it over my shoulder, leaning over her as my thrusts turn rough until I’m pounding into her. “Yes, oh—Nick!”

I watch her face as she comes on my cock. Squeezing me, her lips parted, chest pink, nipples hard, and her gaze euphoric. I slam into her. The muscles of her cunt pull me deeper and force me over the edge with her.

I drop her leg as I fall over her. She clings to me as I fuck and fill her with everything I have. My cock twitches inside her with aftershocks of my release. I wait a beat before drawing back. She sighs as I slide in beside her. Rolling on her side, I bring her back against my front. Our racing hearts beginning to calm.

We don’t speak. I kiss her neck and hold her close. I know I should get up and clean us, but I don’t want to leave this moment. Her breath eventually evens out and she falls asleep wrapped in my arms.

Everything feels better when I’ve got her in my arms.

And maybe, just maybe, Joy could be myrealfiancée someday.

It’s wishful thinking at its best, but it feels good to pretend sometimes.

Fourteen.

Joy

I wake up toNick slipping out of bed at six in the morning to head to the hospital. He tells me to go back to sleep, but of course, I can’t. His hot body—hot to the touchandon the eyes—isn’t here to keep me warm. My boss has been my personal heater for the last two nights and I’m slowly becoming obsessed.

We cuddled the entire night. Him, holding me in his strong, sure embrace…keeping mewarm. Maybe the more I tell myself it was his ‘body heat’ that had me so, ahem,dampbetween my thighs this morning, rather than his hard cock pressing into my backside and the memory of his tongue dancing circles around my clit, I’ll start to believe it.

Fat chance, sister.

I sigh. Last night was…unexpected. After the way the night ended, the last thing I could have anticipated was having Nick Davis between my thighs, working me over as if he knew my body better than myself. It certainly felt that way.

Between his hands and mouth and his thick, hard—

“What do you think of this one?” Natalie asks, holding up an emerald sequin gown that’s longer than I am tall, and popping my blissful memory bubble.

We’re out shopping this morning at the mall. A certifiable nightmare the day before Christmas Eve—especially for anyone who doesn’t like large crowds. I don’t usually mind them, but this… This is insanity.

When Nick returned this morning with his parents, I thought we’d spend the day together doing, I don’t know, something else? I certainly wasn’t planning on going shopping. Or having to wait another hour for Tucker and Izzy to sit with Santa.

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