Page 38 of Flown in for Christmas

She sags over me, panting and smiling. I chuckle, aiming to get up and—

I don’t have a chance to recover before my length is free from her warm heat and something wet touches the sensitive head of my dick. I stare down as Joy runs the length of her tongue along the underside of me—our combined cum collecting between her lips as she slowly circles the creamy crown with her tongue.

She sits back on her heels, batting her lashes like a fucking vixen—as if she didn’t just rock my whole world. I’m speechless.

The sound of descending footsteps, however, has both of us scrambling to tuck my cock into my pants and grab a nearby throw. We sit beside the fireplace under the cover of the blanket—Joy’snaked lower half hidden from view—appearing as if we weren’t doing anything reckless in the family room under the Christmas tree.

When no one seems to be coming this way, I tug Joy sideways onto my lap. Wanting—no,needingher close.

“We should get to bed,” she says softly, wrapping her arms low around my chest. She lays her head on my shoulder and I hold her against me, not finding it in me to leave this moment.

“Five more minutes.”

Eighteen.

Joy

A Davis Christmas partyis unlike any family gathering I have ever been to. There’s food on every table, drinks galore, games for the kids and even the adults, and a dessert table that Betty Crocker herself would weep at the sight of.

And the number of family and friends is… Fifty? Sixty? I’ve honestly lost count.

Not everyone can be this lucky, to be surrounded by love at the holidays. A time that can be the most depressing of the year for some. I’ve been thanking my lucky stars for the last few hours that I’m spending Christmas here.

My gaze flicks to the other side of the room where Nick mingles. He looks so animated, talking with his hands and laughing. He has the ear of everyone around him and I can see the pure joy he hason his face being surrounded by the people he loves most. He’s in his element.

And he looks damn good in those black slacks and navy dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up mid-forearm. He grinned when he saw the strappy deep blue dress I chose for the party—it hugs tight to my curves in a way that didn’t feel exactly ‘family holiday friendly’ so I borrowed a cream-knit cardigan from his sister. He teased that we are a ‘real couple’ now that we’re matching.

My heart swooned a bit harder than advisable by any cardiologist.

Getting ‘accidentally’ high for the first time wasn’t what I expected—aside from being a tad panicky at the start. Nick stayed with me the entire night, though, and I felt safe. Even if he was also under the influence.

The way we talked and laughed and simply enjoyed each other’s company…

I’m in love with him.

I fell for my fake fiancé.

And now I don’t know what to do except…tell him how I feel.

Tonight, I tell myself.I’ll tell him tonight.

“We’re happy with two,” Natalie tells Betty’s Aunt Sylva who flew in as a surprise for her niece. I think she told me she was eighty-nine. But she sure doesn’t act like it. “Martina and I don’t want to be outnumbered during the teenage years.”

Sylva hoots. “Oh, dear, with your history and genetics, you’ll be chasing after those kids like they were you. Your poor mother didn’t know what to do half the time. Karma, as they say.”

Natalie rolls her eyes, glancing at me. She gestures in my direction. “And what about poor Joy over here, Auntie? Nick waswayworse than me. Their kids will be bouncing off the walls or—”

“Swinging from the trees,” they say in unison, laughing at what I can only assume is a story I have yet to hear about my real-boss-fake-fiancé.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Nick chuckles, appearing to my left. His hand slides around my waist in a way that makes the action feel natural. I melt into him. “I thought we had an agreement, Aunt Sylva,” he says. “No embarrassing stories untilafterwe’re married.”

She waves him off. “Bah. I never agreed to such terms.”

“I certainly didn’t,” Natalie announces, her eyes alight with mischief. “You’re gonnadiewhen you hear this, Joy. Go on, Auntie. You tell it best.”

The sound of silver tapping glass has the spacious living room quieting. We refocus our attention on Nick’s parents standing beside the fireplace with glasses in hand as if they’re preparing to make a toast.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight,” he begins, grinning from ear to ear as his gaze sweeps the crowd. “It’s been a heck of a year as we all know, but even in these unsure times, life continues to surprise us. Today we have the honor of celebratingthe future and all theJoythat is to come…” Bruce chuckles, raising his non-alcoholic beer to the sound of clapping.

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