Page 137 of All I Want For Christmas

She gasped, then moaned. Her hand tangled in his hair.

He licked and sucked until there couldn’t possibly be a single speck of frosting left, and she was a writhing, hot, wet, sticky mess underneath him.

Then he reached for the plate again, picking up frosting from the second cookie since he'd mostly cleaned off the first. He frosted both of her nipples, then rose above her, bracing his hands on either side of her, staring down at her. "I love you like this. Sweet, sexy, fun, laughing, and hotter than fuck. Forme."

"I've never been this way with anyone else," she told him. For some reason.

It was true, but she didn't know why she felt the need to let him know that.

"I fucking love that," he said gruffly.

He lowered his head and cleaned both nipples, licking and sucking thoroughly.

Her entire body was on fire, and she was begging him by the time he finished.

"Please, Theo. Please. I need you."

He lifted his head and looked down at her for a moment. Something in his eyes made her think that he was feeling the same intense emotions she was. Yes, this was hot, and funny and sticky and silly, but at the same time, she felt something for him that went beyond sexy and hot.

She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast and hot. The way no one else ever had. But it felt like more than that. It was just the two of them, far from home, and she was feeling soft, sweet emotions. She knew exactly what it was. She was falling in love with him.

And in that moment, looking into his eyes, she had an inkling that he was feeling the same way.

And she wanted it.

He took a deep breath, almost as if all of that was occurring to him as well. Then he blinked. He pushed back from the bed, stepped back, and started stripping.

"On your knees, City Girl," he said. "You get two Christmas cookies. Let’s see if that's enough frosting."

His playful smirk was enough to shake her out of the uh-oh-he-doesn’t-want-to-fall-in-love thoughts. She wanted hot,fun, dirty sex. By a Christmas tree. And that’s exactly what Theo Taggart was going to give her. She needed to stop with all the other stuff.

She slid off the edge of the mattress and to her knees. His eyes flared with heat at her easy submission. She was surprised by how much she loved that too. He loved to give praise and he loved to boss her around and she loved both. They were a good match.

Her heart started to pound and her mind started to wander to all the other ways they were seemingly a good match too.We both love Autre. We both love a lot of the same people. Obviously, we enjoy traveling together. We challenge each other but we obviously respect each other.

But she made herself shut those down. This was not the time for sappy stuff.

She had a big, hot naked man in front of her. And Christmas cookies.

She reached for the plate, picked up a cookie, and did exactly as he had. She took the frosting off the cookie with two fingers and painted it along the hard length of his cock.

He hissed out a breath, and his hand went to the top of her head. He didn’t try to move her head, but his fingers curled into her hair.

"Have you been a good boy this year?" she asked, smiling up at him.

"Oh no. I've been very bad. In all the best ways."

She hummed her approval of his answer and leaned in, giving him a long lick. His fingers tightened against her head as he groaned.

"Well, I have to say, I've spent a lot of time with good guys, and I'm starting to appreciate the bad boys,” she told him.

He gave a little chuckle. She grinned. They both knew that Theo Taggart was very much a good guy. Deep down to his very bones. But they also both knew that he could be nice and bad in the bedroom in all the ways she liked best.

"Why don’tyoube a good bad girl and suck my cock?"

A ripple of heat went through her and she moaned. Yeah, just like that. She leaned in and gave him another long lick before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.

He groaned. "Yes, City Girl. That’s very, very good."

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