Page 31 of Heat Haven Holidays

There are four private stalls here. I open the first, and she isn’t there. As soon as I open the second, her perfectly manicured hand is gripping my wrist and pulling me into the bathroom.

She swiftly locks the door and pushes my back against it. My hands cup her ass, lifting her up as our mouths clash. A mess of dominance, tongues and saliva. I want to devour her.

“I thought you had to go to the studio today?” I ask her.

“I canceled. I miss you,” she says. I squeeze her ass harder, making her wrap her legs around me, and I put her back against the door. I inhale her sweet strawberry scent and groan as I rub my length against her core. Hearing your Omega misses you is more of an aphrodisiac than anything else I’ve ever encountered.

“I’ve missed you so much, little star,” I tell her, and she whimpers. I go to cup her face and see that she’s crying. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

I don’t put her down and just clutch her against my chest. “I don’t… I don’t know how to make this all work, Smith. Fuck. We’re still together a lot, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I need more time with just us. I missed you so fucking much. I cried when I got to the studio. They told me to call it a day and take a break.”

I wipe her tears and furrow my brow. Cami doesn’t usually get this upset. I’m not sure what’s going on. She’s seemed exhausted lately, and I wonder if that and our mutual need for each other is just weighing on her. I think both of us have had a lot going on and haven’t communicated properly. I never want her to think I don’t support her career or that she needs to make adjustments for how fucking desperately needy I am for her.

“Baby, what do you need?” I ask her.

“You’re not mad at me?” she says. I scoff at her.

“No, I’m not mad at you. We knew when we got together what your career was, and I’m so fucking proud of you, Cami. I just want every single second I can with you. I love you so much. I pictured this Christmas would be different. We could relax. That you wouldn’t be working so much. I’m sorry if I’ve been an asshole about it.”

She sniffles. “I want that too.”

“Then we’ll do it,” I tell her, holding her close to me, her nails digging into my shoulders slightly.

“What if my assistant books us that cabin that we looked at?” she says, and I smile against her skin. I use my body to hold her against the door, my hands on her beautiful, heart-shaped face.

“I’d love that.”

“I’ve missed you so much. I just want to cuddle, eat Christmas candy, sit by a fire and enjoy the holidays with you,” she says, looking away. “I… I think I need to cut back. It’s getting harder and harder to keep up this pace.”

“You’re fucking Deja Fox. You can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“I want my Alpha to show me how much he missed me. I want my husband to make me come,” she says.

“That, I can do.” I kiss her neck, one hand gliding down under her dress. I have to slide the leggings down slightly so I can move my hand under her panties. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? I knew you were going to be such a good, little slut for me when you sat down next to me at the bar.”

“I’ll be so good,” she says. My fingers curl inside of her warm cunt as my thumb rubs against her needy clit.

“I want you to come on my hand and you’re going to clean up your mess,” I tell her.

Her hips grind against my hand. She rips off my hat and tangles her fist in my hair with one hand while the other holds on to my shoulder for purchase. “That’s it, good girl. I wanna hear you, little star.”

“We’re in a bathroom,” she says.

“Let all of them know how well I treat my girl, how much of a needy little slut you are. Dragging your Alpha into this nasty bathroom so you can come on his hand.”

The dirty talk sets her off as her pussy clenches around my hand. Her mouth parts on a low moan, and her head bangs against the bathroom door. I don’t slow my movements as she rides out her orgasm. I’ll be lucky if she didn’t rip out some hair or leave permanent indents into my shoulder.

Sliding my hand from her panties, I slowly put them in her mouth. Her warm tongue gliding between my fingers licks up her release. She hums in approval, her eyes boring into mine. As soon as I slip out of her mouth, I’m kissing her. Tasting her release on her tongue.

“You ready to go home?” I ask her, and she shakes her head no. I put her back on her feet and she slowly falls to her knees.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that here,” I say. Though the woman has given me head in jail, so is a shady bar bathroom any better?

“Take your cock out,” she tells me. I arch an eyebrow at her but obey. Undoing my belt buckle and pulling down my pants and letting my cock spring free.

“Get it wet, little star,” I tell her. She spits on my length in the most adorable way before her tongue teases the slit. Licking up the pre-come and applying more pressure when she gets the underside of the head.

“That’s it, make it messy,” I tell her as she increases her speed. I can feel the back of her throat as she takes me all the way to my knot. Saliva gathers around her lips as she looks up at me in awe.I fucking love this woman.

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