Page 77 of The Holiday Fakers
I make a noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper as my nipples tingle and my panties flood. I’m so close to coming and his lips have yet to touch mine. This is a situation that needs to be rectified immediately or I’m going to explode and take the whole of Hideaway Harbor with me.
So I lift my heels to close the last bit of distance between us and press my lips against his.
Brody groans, and I swear it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s like he’s spent his life eating dry bread and water and now he’s diving headfirst into a chocolate fountain.
My bag drops from my shoulder to the ground and I thread my fingers through his hair under his Santa hat. Now that I’ve got him exactly where I want him, I never want to let go.
Our lips are touching but not moving, like we’re balanced on a knife’s edge. One way ends chastely, the other with?—
Brody slants his mouth over mine and kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. I gasp as he takes control, his lips soft, then firm, his tongue licking fire into my mouth. There’s nothing leisurely about it, no gradual ramping up. He’s gone from zero to sexty-sex miles an hour in a heartbeat, and I’m so here for it.
I’ve spent almost a lifetime fantasizing about kissing Brody King, and reality is so much hotter than my imagination. With every sweep of his tongue, every nip of his teeth on my lower lip, he’s ruining me for all other men.
I can’t even analyze what’s going on anymore or question his motives; all I can do is feel.
It’s all too much and, at the same time, not enough. Brody’s the god of kissing, his sinful mouth making me want to rip off all my winter layers and pull him deep inside me.
My breath is coming quicker and quicker through my nose, my hands clenched tight in his hair as pleasure explodes insideme. My clit is aching to the point of pain, and I shift my legs to anchor one of his muscled thighs between them, rocking my pussy against him.
Brody growls into my mouth and it’s so hot I think I’m going to faint. Ripping my mouth from his, I suck and bite his neck, whimpering with desire and frustration.
Then he abruptly stops, and cold reality slices through me like ice.
The carol has finished.
People are clapping.
People are clappingnear us.
I bring my face away from where I’ve been feasting on Brody’s neck like a starving vampire to look over his shoulder
At Mom, Marv, and Mia.
Mom’s still clapping, Marv’s got a massive grin on his face, and Mia’s smirking at us from behind her camera.
“That was beautiful!” Mom cries. “A little more passionate than I had in mind, but if you can dial it down a few notches, I think it’ll be perfect!”
CHAPTER 15
PIPER
“Mom?” I manage, hardly the first word I expect to say after having a panty-destroying first kiss from my fake boyfriend.
But she’s already turned to Mia. “How are the photos, honey?”
“Not too X-rated,” she replies, “and the start of the kiss was really quite sweet.”
Mom and Marv crowd around her to look at the camera screen.
Meanwhile, Brody and I are still breathing like we just ran the Santa 5K at a full sprint.
“You okay?” he asks.
I stare at the rise and fall of his chest. I am sonotokay right now. My mind and body are tumbling like a washing machine on a spin cycle with a hundred vibrators in the drum. I’m horny and also shocked, embarrassed, furious at the interruption, and terrified that it was all an act for Brody.
“Piper?”
“Yeah, fine,” I say breathlessly. “Nailed it.”
