Page 27 of The Christmas Eve Delivery

Abandoning my breasts, he brushed my hand aside and pressed my thighs apart. His expression was feral, dangerous. And it made me needy, so desperately needy.

I cried tears when he slid the tip around my pussy, bumping against my clit, teasing my folds. I stopped breathing when he slid into me.

He stretched and filled me to the point I thought my heart would stop. He rocked his hips, sliding back and forth. The friction wasn’t enough. I needed so much of him.

“More!” I demanded.

And he delivered. He pressed me back and captured my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head. I was his to do with as he wanted. He had me effectively pinned in place, physically and mentally. His touch rendered me incapable of anything other than this one thing. He drove me toward that edge, and I reveled in his actions as he pounded me toward an orgasm.

I screamed and seized when it hit. Wave after wave of undulating muscle spasms took over my body as my inner walls grasped at his cock deep inside me.

He was relentless as he pursued his own release. He roared and pressed against me as he spilled into me, hot and wet. He finally released my wrists, and I was able to wrap my arms around him as he collapsed against me.

We rolled to our sides, wrapped tightly together. His lips found mine, and he began kissing me with tenderness. I was already limp and weak, and his lips against mine melted me completely.

I slept satiated and safe wrapped in his embrace.

14

MILES

Irolled over with Lydia as a blanket. She was warm, and I didn’t mind that she was pinning me in place. In fact, I quite liked that she was comfortable enough to claim me in her sleep this way.

Her alarm was going to go off sooner or later. Waking her up, it just didn’t seem fair when she never got to sleep in.

I traced my fingers back and forth over her soft skin. She practically purred in her sleep.

I gently tickled down the side of her ribs. Instead of waking up, she mumbled something in her sleep and rolled away from me.

I took the opportunity to climb out of bed and turn off her alarm clock. I got dressed and headed out to the kitchen on the opposite side of the first floor. As I crossed through the lobby, I started a fresh cup of coffee. It would be done brewing by the time I returned from the kitchen. I knew exactly where she stored the pastry products that she set out for the inn’s meager breakfast offering.

I grabbed an assortment of Danishes and small powdered donuts before returning to the lobby and putting them in the basket she used for this. I wrote a quick note and set it on the counter, letting people know that the innkeeper would be up by 8:30 and to please help themselves to the coffee and pastries.

I didn’t think anybody was scheduled to check out. Lydia hadn’t mentioned anything. Hopefully, she wouldn’t mind that I was getting into her business this way. She needed the rest. If I knew how to run the hotel software, I may have even set myself up to do that for her.

She was still asleep when I returned to her bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and crawled back in bed, wrapping my arms around her warm, soft body

She moaned softly, “Why are you all dressed? Is it time for you to leave?”

She placed her hand on the center of my chest and then sat up with a start. “Oh, crap. I’ve got to put breakfast out.” She glanced at her clock. “What happened to my alarm?”

I bundled her into my embrace and nuzzled against her soft hair. “I turned your alarm off,” I admitted. “And I also put out pastries. Nobody’s checking out early, not that you mentioned, so I left a note saying you’d be out later.”

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“I hope that’s okay with you.”

“That’s very okay with me. So, you’re not leaving?”

“I was thinking I might hang around for another day, if that’s also okay with you. I want to make sure you don’t need anything from me.”

“That’s a loaded question.” Lydia chuckled. “Do I need you? I certainly did last night.”

“Do you need me to do anything for you?” I rephrased.

She continued to giggle. “Also a loaded question. What would you say if I said I did need you?”

“I would ask how I could be of service?” I smirked. “I know where you keep the screwdrivers and wrenches. Unless your new desk clerk is coming today, I thought I could help you out around here again, like I did last time.”

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