Page 56 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

She giggled and then requested breathlessly, “Stay.”

My hands went to her hips, and I held her tightly as she ground against me. I felt as if there was too much in the way, and I wanted nothing more than to feel her skin against mine.

“I’ll be right back,” she declared and jumped off my lap.

I groaned. I didn’t want to wait, but when she returned, I was glad she had left. Kandi sauntered toward me in nothing but a pair of red heels, a red bow wrapped around her midsection, and two gold bows on her nipples.

“Fuck.”

“Thought you might have fun unwrapping your last gift,” she explained as she stood in front of me. Our gazes met as I slowly tugged the red bow free. She caressed my face and stared lovingly into my eyes. Kandi was so perfect in every way.

“Taste me,” she invited as she tapped the bows on her nipples.

I reached out and tugged at them. They were the kind with tape on the bottom that you press onto the gift. When I pulled them, her breasts spilled free, and she covered them. I grabbed her hands and peeled them away. “Don’t hide them from me. I’ve seen them before. Never hide yourself or anything from me.”

Kandi pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me. I lifted one breast to my lips and sucked it passionately.

“Kayn, that feels so good,” she whispered.

I moved to the other one and took my fill of it, too, while pulling the other nipple.

“You taste so good,” I replied with my teeth clenched around her nipple.

“Let me love you, Kayn. I want to service you,” she declared.

Kandi climbed off me, kneeled in front of me, unzipped my jeans, and undid my belt. I moved to unbutton my shirt, but she was quicker and pulled my fingers away.

“Let me,” she repeated.

I moved my hands and allowed her to unbutton my shirt. After I removed it and pulled off my undershirt, her fingers splayed over my chest. She traced the tattoos on my upper body and commanded, “Tell me the story of every one of these. I want to know your pain, Kayn.”

With careful detail and precision, I recounted every scar that was hidden by each tattoo and how I had earned every one of them. She moved down to my jeans and tugged at the waistband. I stood, and she pulled them down along with my underwear.When they were down to my knees, Kandi kneeled once more and unlaced my boots and removed them one at a time before she moved to my socks.

When I was completely undressed, her nimble fingers massaged my calves and shins and worked their way up to my thighs. She grabbed my erection and played with it as her left hand rested on my thigh.

“Tell me about this one,” she demanded, indicating another tattoo.

“The rose and skull cover up the time that she burned me with an iron because I accidentally burned her pants she told me to iron.”

Although she said that she wanted to know my pain, I could tell that it was becoming too much for Kandi. Her eyes closed, and I saw the wetness forming on the tips of her eyelashes.

“Baby, come on,” I coaxed, trying to pull her from her knees.

“No. And this one.” Kandi tapped my other thigh.

I smirked. “That one was my doing. I jumped over a fence running from the cops in a town not far from Mistletoe Falls when I was sixteen. Doing some shit that I had no business doing. The damn fence ripped my jeans and my skin.”

“Did they catch you?”

I chuckled. “Nah. I got away. They didn’t even see the alley that I ran down because it was a bunch of us. They were busy chasing these other guys when I dipped.”

“So you got the tattoo to cover that scar?”

I nodded. “By the time I started getting the tattoos to cover the old shit, I figured I might as well cover all the shit, including my fuckups.”

She smiled softly and kissed the head of my dick.

“Why did you want to hear all that?”

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