Page 19 of Her Christmas Monsters

“Why didn’t you just fire me then instead of being so assholish?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

“I told myself I should, but that wouldn’t be fair to you,” he says, pushing a lock of hair back behind my ear. His hand lingers on my skin, cupping my face in much the same way I’d done earlier. “And despite telling myself that I needed to push you away I reasoned that I wouldn’t force you to leave, and if you went on your own it wasn’t meant to be.”

“So you don’t think my designs are uninspired?” I ask, needing a bit of an ego boost despite the sexual tension hanging thickly around us.

“You know you’re talented, Clara,” he sighs. “Of course your designs are inspired. Your original was amazing, but I was floored when you came up with the Krampus idea. Of course you deserve the promotion. You deserve so much more.”

My breath catches in my throat at the sincerity in his silver eyes, the apathetic mask finally lifting and showing me the real man—or monster—beneath.

“I can be assholish as you so eloquently put it, but I’ll always show you how much I appreciate you,” he says, holding my gaze. “I need you to know that I won’t always be the one to kiss your feet, but I’ll be there to support you, to push you, in anything you do.”

“I’ll do the same, but just be warned when you’re an asshole, I’ll give it right back to you.” I lean closer to him.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he chuckles. The sound is deep, and seductive, vibrating off the small walls of the closet as he pushes me back. “Now that we got that out of the way, I’m going to do exactly what I imagined when you came strolling into my office in that tight skirt and low-cut blouse that teased just the barest hint of that cleavage.”

“Mr Ainsworth,” I gasp in mock horror as he cages me against the wall. A thrill runs up my spine at the possessive gleam in his eyes, my body already signing up for whatever he has in mind.

“That’s mate to you, Ms Wright,” he growls as his lips slam on mine. I moan into his mouth, my back arching, needing as much friction as possible with this man.

“How about sir?” I moan against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his large palms lifting my black skirt up over my ass. “That works too.”

My lips part under his and his tongue sweeps in caressing mine in long, languid strokes. My hands inch lower, about to undo his belt when a growl vibrates through his chest.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he says in that commanding tone of his. A shudder runs over my body as I do what he says, gripping him tightly as he wraps his hands under my ass and lifts me to straddle his waist.

I twine my legs tightly around him, and he presses me back into the wall. My skirt rises even higher, leaving only a thin piece of fabric covering my already wet core.

“Fynn.” I roll my hips against him, showing him exactly what I need. “I need you to take me right here in this closet, show me you’re my mate and you’re not going to let me go.”

“I was stubborn, Clara,” he grunts and his lips pull back from mine. He uses one hand to undo his belt and push his luxury suit pants and boxers down his legs. “But there was never any way in hell that I was going to let you go. I was fooling myself. You and me, we were always going to happen.”

I moan as his lips close over mine again, searing his promise into our kiss. He reaches between us, and pushes my panties to the side guiding his cock in right after.

I moan into his mouth as he slides in and out of me, his pace increasing as he works me up slowly.

Ecstasy burns through my veins with each thrust, and before I know it he’s pounding into me, bringing my body closer and closer to the edge. My breaths are ragged, and I roll my hips, meeting him halfway, as we come together as one.

“Come for me, Clara,” he growls, his heart thundering in time with mine, his breathing betraying just how close he is too.

He angles my hips just right as he hits that spot inside me, tearing a ragged scream from my lips as I fall face first over that cliff. Waves of pleasure crash over me as my pussy clenches around him. He continues to thrust into me, working me through my orgasm and extending that euphoria for as long as possible before he grunts his own release. He grinds his hips into me, and I moan as he coaxes another orgasm out of me. My bones turn to jelly and I grip him as hard as I can, knowing I won’t be able to stand on my own just yet.

But to my surprise, he doesn’t put me down. He doesn’t even stop rocking his hips, like he’s trying to get both of us ready for another round already.

“Someone might come in.” I giggle as he kisses down my neck, his silver hair tickling against my heated skin in the best way. We were definitely way too loud, and if someone hadn’t heard us, they’d surely have to get in here at some point. He might have locked the door but there’s always a key.

“I guess it’s a good thing that I own the place,” he growls, and pulls away, his silver eyes burning with renewed lust as his lips crash back down on mine, searing them in a scorching kiss.

Chapter Eleven

Istepuptothe podium, putting on my best customer service smile and look out at the audience. At least fifty reporters are sitting in the folding chairs before me, waiting intently as cameras film behind them.

I really hope this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe we should have invited a few for a soft release first? I was so focused on showing Fynn up, I hadn’t really considered that it would be me up in front of all these people explaining the display.

I’m beyond proud of everything the team and I were able to accomplish in such a short amount of time, but it still seems surreal.

I glance over my shoulder to where Ethan’s waiting, his hand poised on the thick gold rope just waiting for the signal. Once construction was finished last night, the team took down the boards and put up the massive specially-made curtain for the press conference this morning.

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