Page 12 of All I Want For Christmas

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Matt dragged his chin, and beard, up her leg from her knee to her inner thigh.

Lindsey sucked in a quick breath as her core clenched. “I was just playing around.”

He kissed her thigh, then gave her skin a flick of his tongue and she forgot what she’d been about to say. The truth was, Matt loved going down on her and he wasdamnedgood at it. Who was she to protest?

“I’m shaving this beard tomorrow,” he told her, his breath hot against her skin. “It’s up to you, but if you want a Santa-pussy-eating fantasy, you better just lie back.”

“Wow, that should be wrong andnothot.”

He chuckled and licked her again. “Oh, come on, naughty girl. Let me debauch you and a little bit of your Christmas innocence.”

“We shouldn’t?—”

“Ihaveto taste you, Linds.” He licked higher and then pressed a kiss against her clit.

She moaned and gripped the edge of the table.

Then he licked her clit.

And she was done.

She laid back, spread her knees even farther, and said, “Innocence is way overrated.”

He laughed. “You haven’t been innocent since you took me up to your dorm room and gave me an eggnog blowjob.”

“Oh my God.” She half laughed and half gasped. She remembered that night vividly. She would take a drink of eggnog and hold it in her mouth as she took him in her mouth. It had been sweet and sticky and fun. She’d never done anything like that. And it had been glorious. “I remember?—”

He gave her a long, firm lick and her thoughts scattered.

“God, girl, Idreamabout how you taste.”

He slipped a finger into her and Lindsey wasn’t even able to say his name. She just worked on breathing and not coming instantly. That would be kind of pathetic, wouldn’t it?

Then she thought about that. That would beawesome. She closed her eyes and let the sensations and emotions wash over her. She had orgasms. She was good with her own fingers and she had a couple of great vibrators. Matt was fantastic via text and Skype and she felt mostly fulfilled. Butdamn, this man’s fingers and tongue were magic.

And this was just the appetizer.

“Come for me, Lindsey. I need you slick and hot so I can thrust hard and deep.”

She went over the edge. It had been too long. She’d missed him too much. And it was just that good with him. She gasped his name, clenched around his finger, and let herself go.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” He slid his fingers free as he came to his feet. He licked his fingers clean as she watched, feeling the continued pulses of pleasure between her legs. Then he pulled his cock free.

He gave himself a long stroke. “Condom or no?”

She bit her bottom lip. She didn’t use birth control. It gave her horrible headaches and her husband spent two-thirds of his time on another continent. She just didn’t need it. When he washome they used condoms. Or they risked a pregnancy. Twice she’d been pregnant when he’d gotten back on the plane. But two other times, they’d thrown caution to the wind and…nothing had happened.

But Aidan was seven now. And while being a mom was amazing, being a single mom was tough. She swallowed hard. She and Matt hadn’t talked about another baby. This wasn’t really a good time for it either. “Condom,” she finally said quietly.

Matt just gave her a nod and reached into his pocket. He’d always said it was her call, because she was the one at home with the kids. She appreciated that, but she also felt a little…empty. These were the kinds of things couples typically decided together. Because it affected them both. And of course another baby would affect Matt. But not as much or in the same way it would her.

And she didn’t want to think about any of this right now.

She reached for him. “I missed you. I need you.”

He leaned over her, his hands braced on either side of her. “You are so damned beautiful. This is how I’m going to imagine you the next time I’m jerking off in the shower.” He ran a finger through her folds. “Just down the hall from the sweet Christmas party with your friends, this bright red dress hiked up around your hips, your bra who knows where, your hair wild, your lipstick all gone. You all willing to spread your legs just to get a Christmas present. I bet I could get you to do anything right now.”

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