Page 32 of Say Yule Stay
“That istheworstelf stocking and shoes I’ve ever seen,” Lacey taunts as we face off after dinner, with rows and rows of sugar cookies waiting to be frosted.
“They’re much better than the reindeer you attempted,” I fire back, making her snicker as she points a butter knife at the offending cookie.
“You’ve got me there.”
“I told you we should stick to one color per cookie.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“We have to give these away. There’s no chance we’re going to eat a double batch of cookies, and seriously, who is going to want to eat this warped snowman I attempted?”
“Itold youthe white frosting needed more confectioners’ sugar.”
“And I already said you were right,” I repeat, letting my gaze rake over her as she does a little victory dance before picking up another cookie.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
I stare at the rows of naked cookies and realize I’d much rather have Laceynaked.Seriously, how many more of these are we going to do?
Placing my cookie back on the paper towel in front of me, I stalk around the island toward her. “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” she says distractedly without looking up.
Caging her against the counter, I breathe her in, her little gasp of surprise going straight to my cock.
“We can box the rest of these and take them to your parents’ when we go, and everyone can decorate their own cookies.”
“Oh?” It’s more of a breath than a word as she sets the cookie and knife down and looks at me over her shoulder. “So what are we going to do instead?”
Teasing my fingers along the hem of her sweater, I move back enough to pull it up over her head, leaving her completely bare.
“Have you been like this all day?” I growl, turning her to face me and immediately cupping her tits in my hand.
“Yes.”
“I fucking love it.”I love you.“And now, I’m going to enjoyit.”
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LACEY
Moving his hands down to grip my ass, Walker lifts me up and sets me on the only available counter space not consumed by sugary confections.
“Lie back,” he rumbles, picking up the yellow bowl of frosting and dipping his finger into it before painting it across my chest.
He circles my breasts, coating my nipples before dipping his finger in the bowl and dragging the stickiness down my belly and across my hip.
I’ve never really been into incorporating food into the bedroom, but just the idea of Walker licking and teasing me until the frosting is gone has me squirming.
And he notices.
Eyes dark and full of desire, he holds my gaze as he makes it a point to lick the side of my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
I cry out, the sensation already throwing my senses into overdrive as my hips lift off the counter, searching for any kind of friction. But he denies me, his forearm pinning me down as he laves one breast and then the other, until I’m gripping his hair and begging him for more.
“You’re going to get coal in your stocking if you don’t make me come.”
He chuckles, the sound low and menacing as he pulls me off the counter and straight into his chest.
