Page 84 of Here Comes Santa Paws

“Want to go outside?”

They froze at Roman’s words, then turned and retreated toward the back door. He’d picked up a lot of tricks over the past month.

I closed the door, then took the opportunity to strip and climb under the toasty bedding. Roman returned a few minutes later and closed the door behind him.

“They didn’t try to follow you in here? Are you a dog whisperer?”

“I pulled out a few of the treats Nancy brought for them.”

I pressed the back of my hand against my forehead. “You just earned yourself an epic blowjob for your clever thinking.”

Roman tugged his sweater by the back of the collar and pulled it off. His undershirt went with it to reveal his broad, muscled chest. What a Christmas gift. I’d get to keep admiring that chest for the foreseeable future. Maybe forever if I played my cards right.

I’d just started gawking at his biceps when he shed the rest of his clothes and climbed into bed beside me. He reached for me and pulled me to him, but I hissed.

“You’recold.”

His grin was evil. “I let the dogs out.”

I half-heartedly tried to squirm out of his grip. “You close the door while they’re out back, not stand in the cold with them.”

“The trash bins needed taking out, so I wheeled those to the curb while they were doing their business.”

I bit my lip. “Oh. Well. That was kind of you.”

Chuckling, he kissed my shoulder and then carved a trail of kisses along the column of my neck until he reached my lips.

My body took over, and I let my mind hang out in the backseat. It was a new experience getting to touch Roman without a lingering worry that it might be the last time. Instead, I wanted to treat his body like my dissertation and learn everything there was to know about it and what he liked.

As I delivered the promised blowjob, I teased my fingers behind his balls and worked them toward his hole. His legs fell open, and soon, he nudged me with a condom and lube.

How can this Christmas keep getting better?

I wanted to make him quiver beneath me. Or next to me, on top of me, in front of me—I wasn’t picky.

“You might need to go slow. I haven’t bottomed in a while.”

He turned his head and pressed his cheek into the pillow as I rubbed lube around his hole.

I leaned forward between his legs and turned his head toward me with my lube-free hand. “Slow is my middle name. Well, technically, it’s Jimothy.” I tried to kiss him as I eased a finger in, but he pulled back and laughed.

“Hold up.Jimothy?Does ‘othy’ mean grandson of Jim in some secret family language?”

I huffed. “It means my parents thought they were fucking hilarious. I swear Gramps put them up to it, or they lost a bet, but he denies it. Enough family talk.” I pushed my fingertip inside.

Roman grinned but managed to mime zipping his lips. I kissed those zipped lips and thanked the universe for my stubbornness. If I hadn’t persisted in getting to know this man, and if he hadn’t let me, I wouldn’t be here having the best Christmas of my life, with the future looking brighter than my Christmas lights.

Roman shifted onto his knees, and I did go slow. Each measured push of my cock inside him was the sweetest torture. It took a bit for him to adjust, but when he did, he wasready. Roman turned onto his back, and I held one of his legs wrapped around my waist and arched over him as I thrust inside, chasing pleasure for both of us. I wasn’t going to last long with Roman falling apart under me. He mumbled unintelligible words as he scratched his stubby nails along my back.

“I need more.” Roman’s eyes were wild and sweat dotted his forehead.

“Roll back over.” As soon as he did, I pulled him onto his knees and pushed inside him with a grunt. I wasn’t a big guy, but going by the sinful sounds coming from Roman, I was the right size for him.

I gripped his hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Yes!Yes!” Roman growled into the pillow. His elbow bounced as he jerked himself off.

“I’m so close. God, Roman. You’re so—” My thrusts stuttered as my orgasm approached. “So perfect. For me.”

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