Page 61 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

We were both on edge and he jackhammered his cock into me at a such a harsh pace that I could only lay there as he drew out both our orgasms. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t function. I could only feel his cock moving in and out of me. I could feel the way his hands twisted and pulled at my nipples giving me that hint of pain with the pleasure, that I had become addicted to.

I could feel his trousers rubbing against my ass each time he moved forward and when he abandons my nipple to flick my clit, I scream out his name, forcing him to clasp his hand around my mouth.

I feel his hot cum enter me and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, before he pulls me up, his voice hoarse, “Can you stand up?”

I mumble a response as he helps me stand.

I look at his dazed expression and feel my lower lip tremble before I started laughing, and then groaning when my lower body aches with all the activity that had just taken place. I lean against him and just kept giggling, forcing a chuckle out of him.

“Stop making me laugh!” He covers my mouth, but I escape his hold.

“You look like you just went through the grinder.”

He gives me an affectionate look mixed with exasperation, “Well, what do you expect? I can’t seem to keep my hands off you and you don’t exactly help when you turn into a sex-kitten.”

I couldn’t contain my mirth, and holding his hand, I drag him to the bathroom, so we could clean up. He follows, smiling unwillingly, “I thought I could keep you chained to my side by making you a sex-addict. You turned the tables on me.”

I help him strip his clothes and as I untie his tie, I confess, “Seeing you in a suit drives me crazy.”

Leaning over, I stand on tiptoe and whisper in his ear, “We might actually have to invest in that special pillow you mentioned.”

When he groans and makes a grab at me, a warning in his tone, “Abby,” I dance out of his reach and close him in the bathroom, “Take a shower. You have ten minutes.”

Chapter 18

Aaron’s small hand is clasped around mine, his other wrapped around his father’s hand.

He didn’t mind holding my hand but holding his father’s had been a whole other issue.

“I’m not a baby. I won’t get lost!” He pouts at me.

I struggle to come up with an explanation that would appease him and then it struck me. Lowering my voice, I pretend to confide in him, “I don’t want your father to find out, but I’m actually worried about him getting lost. If you held his hand, we can make sure he doesn’t wander off.”

I see Steven’s glare that promised retribution later.

Hopefully in the bedroom.

Aaron looks up at his father in a considering way, “If that’s why, then I can take care of Dad.”

I purse my lips, trying not to laugh, “Thank you, Aaron.”

He gives me a solemn look, “You’re welcome. Don’t let go of my hand, ‘kay Dad?”

Oh, I was definitely going to pay for this.

“You got it, pal.” His father tells him.

We stood at the one the biggest Christmas markets in Boston and as much as I was enjoying the bright lights and the smell of food from the numerous stalls spread over the entire square, I also clutched on to my purse tightly.

Seeing Aaron’s hat slipping off, I lean down to fix it, before grabbing his hand again. There was a small smile on Steven’s face when I look up at him. He almost looked happy.

I grin back at him and then straighten up, “So,” I look down at the child next to me who was quivering with excitement, “What do you want to see first?”

Aaron drags us from stall to stall, jumping up and down, not releasing both our hands.

“Is that a goldfish?” He asks me as we stand in front of a gaming stall.

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