Page 38 of A Very Bossy Christmas
God, I love it when she repeats my brilliant words back to me. I open my eyes and see her grinning at me. “‘Come what may?’Exactly how drunk are you right now?”
“Exactly drunk enough to demand that you fuck me immediately…sir.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Eighteen
Maddie
WE CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
Sweet baby Jesus, it’s happening.
Peace on Earth, good will to my vagina, Hallelujah, for the love of Josh Groban and all things holy, it is finally happening.
I had forgotten that I got a little too enthusiastic while shaving this morning. I was afraid I looked like one of those hairless cats down there, but Declan really seems to like it, and I’ve already had more orgasms in half an hour than I ever had with any of my exes, so I must like it too. Or maybe my body just really likes Declan’s body. Because we’re both hot as fuck and also both so good at knowing that sometimes sex is just sex. Sometimes amazing sex is just amazing sex. And sometimes your blazing hot boss goes to town on your lady bits like he’s competing in the all-new Winter Olympics sport of Tongue Gymnastics.
And he is the world champion. He wins all the gold medals.
He is also very graciously giving me the honor of doing the unveiling of his trophy. I carefully peel the elastic waistband away from his taut, golden skin, and I actually do want to sing a hymn in tribute to this thing. I hate to mix metaphors, but it’s going to be like trying to fit a Costco-sized bottle of champagne into a tiny Manhattan apartment-sized cupboard. I am nervous but also determined. And very, very lubricated. And ready to celebrate making Declan pop his cork.
I swipe the condom package from his fingers.
“I didn’t ask you to assist me with that,” he chastises.
“I’m good at this.”
“You need to get better at taking orders.”
“Maybeyouneed to get better at giving them.”
I finish rolling the condom onto the impossibly hard length of his erection and then look up at him, my mouth watering. His jaw is so tight. All of his muscles are flexed and ready for action. His whole body is so tense and agonizingly beautiful, his heated gaze is so intense—I almost lose my nerve… Almost.
“Lie down on your back, Maddie,” he growls. “Now.”
I do as he says, resting my head on the pillow and straightening my legs out on either side of him.
He hovers over me, holding himself up with one hand, positioning his cock with the other. “I want you to tell me exactly how it feels to have me inside you. Tell me what you want. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He teases my entrance with the tip. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I want it.”
“You want me?”
“I want you inside me.”
He eases into me. Slowly, slowly.
I gasp. “Oh my God.”
“You’re so fucking tight.”
