Page 7 of Kissmas, My Roommate

Of course, who wants to take care of a virgin as a gift?!

I should’ve just given him the stuffed bunny in a police uniform like I intended when I bought it. It’s sitting in my room on my desk.

I might as well have given him coal.

“We should go home,” he finally says, exhaling slowly.

He pulls himself off of me. My lips feel puffy from the intense kisses he laid on me moments ago.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I… really I didn’t mean to ruin Secret Santa–”

He cuts me off, with a look, a smirk creeping up his perfect lips. “Oh no, Sugar, we aren’t going home because of that.” He leans in, pressing the coupon into my hand as he brings us cheek to cheek, teeth grazing my earlobe. “We’re going home so I can unwrap you and take my time. A gift this good can’t be wasted in the car.”

He climbs out of the back to the driver’s seat. He reminds me to fasten my seatbelt as he starts the car. I sit dumbfounded, coupon in my hand like it’s going to explode.

We’re going home.

Where Derek will come down my chimney with care.

Holy shit.

CHAPTER6

Derek

I’m definitely on the naughty list. I have no idea how good Old Saint Nick thought I might be worthy enough for not only being with Sugar, but being herfirst?

I’ll be good next year,I promise, hoping not to jinx the night ahead of us.

I manage to get us home without breaking a law. It would ruin the mood if I got pulled over and humiliated as a cop who can’t even abide by the laws I enforce. But once we’re parked, there’s no speed limit to getting inside.

Sugar manages to stall us, jingling her keys, blocking the door, before she lets us in.

I try not to slam the door behind me but in my haste, it clatters loudly. I wrap my arms around the sweet treat before she can scamper off. I lean back against the door, holding her supple body against mine, trailing kisses down her neck.

“Relax,” I whisper, feeling her erratic pulse beneath my lips.

“You really want to…still?” she asks me, trembling in my grasp.

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m a virgin? Or not like any of your badge bunnies?” Her voice wavers and I curse myself for what I’ve done. My libido aside. I never wanted her to compare herself to one of them. But there’s a secret she needs to know. One that every one of those women would slap me for.

I stare into her eyes and wonder if I can drown in them. “Sugar, I haven’t been able to come without thinking of you, since you moved in?”

“But the women...”

“It was stupid. At first…I was in denial.” I kiss her throat and inch her dress up with every sentence. “At first it was to distract myself from you and your delicious curves and all the baking. So fuckin sweet. Then it got so bad I just wanted you to hear them…Wanted you to know what I could dotoyou…for you…with you.” My voice deepens. “I wanted you to realize that I could have you screaming for me too.” And then I clear my throat, I can’t go through with this without an apology. “Was it stupid? Yes. Do I regret it? Yes. And I sorry? Fuck, yes. Do I want to start over? More than anything right now.”

She whimpers as my hand covers her pussy, panties and tights still in my way, but my hand applies the right amount of pressure to stimulate that tiny button that’s hard as a marble. I’m her opposite, deftly experienced, but I want my experience to end with her. I don’t want to touch another after tonight.

She’s the last cookie I’ll ever eat.

I can feel as much as I can hear the knocking on the front door at my back. I growl and shake my head, willing us both to ignore the interruption.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket accompanied by more knocking.

“It could be an emergency,” Sugar whispers. She’s not wrong, though work or my family would be the only emergency and I doubt they’d come knocking on my door.

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