Page 33 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

When I sat on the edge of the bed, Kandi reached down and jerked my towel away. She grabbed my dick firmly in her hand and spread her legs over my thighs. Slowly, she slid down the length of my dick but pushed back up.

“Kayn, it hurts.”

“You trust me?”

She nodded.

I flipped her over onto the bed and placed my hand between her thighs. She was wet as fuck, so that wasn’t a problem. She just needed to relax. I kneeled and pulled her to the edge of the bed. My fingers worked her over while my lips pleasured her clit. Expertly using my tongue and lips to satisfy her body’s needs, I added my fingers to the mix, pleasing her until she orgasmed.

“Kayn,” she whispered and reached for my hand.

I crawled on the bed with her and maneuvered between her thighs. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back as I lowered my head to kiss her.

“Why do you have all these tattoos?”

“Shh. Let me please you.”

I worked my way inside of her tight wetness and basked in how she cocooned around me. As I thrust deeper, she rocked up to meet my every movement.

Everything that I was doing was wrong, and I knew that I would regret it later. But for the moment, I indulged myself in the most beautiful gift Kandi could gift me—herself.

17

SANTA, BABY

Kayn

“You’re welcome.”

“Huh?”

“I said you’re welcome,” Byron repeated.

“For what?”

“Did you take advantage of the time you two had alone this afternoon?” Byron asked as we walked down Main Street.

I glanced at him and nodded.

“You do realize that I hooked that shit up so you could have alone time with her. Getting everyone out of the house, I mean,” he added.

Chuckling, I dapped him up. “’Preciate it, man.”

“Make that sista your wife for real. Let this lie you’ve told the fam be a prophetic announcement.”

“What lie?” Chauncey asked, popping out of a store behind us. I glanced at Byron, who scowled and turned to look at his younger brother.

“Nigga, what I tell you ’bout that creepin’ shit?”

“Ain’t nobody creeping. I walked into the store to get something for Mama and walked back out. Now, what lie?”

“Nothing, nigga,” Byron replied and shook his head. “You think y’all still gonna be here on Christmas Day?”

“I’m hoping not. I really need to make it to New York to handle this business and then get her back home in time to spend some of the holidays with her family. Her mama ain’t too happy with me right now. And neither is she, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh, that’s why you won’t let her out of your sight?” Chauncey asked and snickered.

I stopped on the middle of the sidewalk and stepped closer to my cousin. I didn’t want to have to bury his ass in the snow piles that covered the streets and most of the sidewalk, but I would. “Listen, I trust my woman. That shit we went through back in the days was kid shit. I ain’t worried about her sneaking around behind my back with you and nan other nigga. But I don’t play ’bout that one. Let me find out you sniffin’ ’round her. Nigga, I’ll body ya ass and leave ya stankin’.”

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