Page 26 of The Naughty List

“Interested? If you’re not, I won’t push it.”

She thinks about it for a second. “Maybe?”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I reach down between us, my fingers finding her pussy and I begin to slowly circle her clit.

“We’ll go slow,” I whisper against her lips.

“Oh, right now?” Her legs slowly fall open for me as I feel her wetness building.

“Just enjoy,” I say as I slip my finger inside her slit, dragging the wetness to her ass and circling it. I repeat this process several times before she’s breathing heavy, panting, grabbing at my chest as I fuck her pussy with my fingers. I place my thumb at her clit, circling it as my two fingers pump into her. She’s so close, I can feel her release building as she grips my fingers. I pull them out, and this time when I drag her wetness back, I press against her asshole. I hear her breathing quicken more and I press harder. I go slow, inching my finger in and out in the smallest increments.

I dip my head down, swirling my tongue around her clit as I push my finger farther into her. She’s grabbing my head with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other as I lick her and fuck her asshole with my finger. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming undone on my lips, her legs shaking and quivering as an orgasm rocks her.

I want to let her rest but looking down her body, seeing her legs splayed open with my finger still inside her ass and her wetness on my tongue, I can’t hold back.

“I know you’re probably sore, Kate, but I need to fuck you again.” I roll over, pulling her on top of me. She doesn’t hesitate; she positions herself over me before sliding down my cock.

“Yeah, this”—I struggle to talk as her tits bounce in my face—“this is how I want to die.”

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The room is quiet. The steady rhythm of Kate’s breathing tells me she’s either asleep or almost asleep. We’ve been wrapped in each other’s arms for a few hours. I sit up slowly, not wanting to wake her, and reach for my phone in my jeans pocket. It’s almost three a.m. I feel movement behind me as the sheets rustle.

“Stay in bed,” Kate says, reaching for me. I grab her hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing her fingertips.

“I’m just grabbing water.” I walk to the restroom, grabbing a glass of water before walking back to bed and climbing in behind Kate. I pull her back against my chest, burying my nose in the crook of her neck and praying, hoping this isn’t the only time I get to fall asleep with her in my arms.

14

KATE

“Good morning and happy Christmas Eve,” I roll over, waking to the smell of bacon and coffee.

“Are you serious?” I smile as Damon walks over to the bed with a tray of food. He slowly lowers it to the bed, climbing up to sit next to me.

“Breakfast in bed? You’re really trying to butter me up, huh?” I ask, reaching for the cup of coffee.

“Well, your mom made it; I just assembled it.” He kisses me on the forehead, something so simple yet so endearing. Is this how life with Damon would be? I wonder, or is this just all still part of the fantasy we’ve created?

“A girl could get used to this.” I wince a little at my confession, but Damon doesn’t seem fazed by it.

“So what is the Flowers family tradition for Christmas Eve?” He takes a bite of his toast and washes it down with orange juice.

“Sledding,” I say with a mouth full of eggs and bacon.

“Oh yeah?” He looks excited and it makes me smile.

“Yeah, it’s kind of a big deal. There’s a golf course about three miles away that has this big hill and they open it up to the public. They have hot cocoa and hot dogs and it’s a whole big thing. Very Midwest Christmas vibes.”

I know to most people it would be lame. Sledding in Illinois isn’t exactly thrilling when our biggest hill only has a two percent grade, but we’ve been doing it since I can remember and it’s one of my favorite family traditions.

I see his face fall a little. “Chad coming?” He spits his name out like it’s bitter.

“Nope, this is Flowers only so consider yourself extremely lucky I’m letting you tag along.” I playfully bump his shoulder. We both finish our breakfast, and I make the bed as Damon returns the tray to the kitchen.

I step into the bathroom, flipping on the water as I brush my teeth. A moment later, Damon walks into the bathroom. He pulls his t-shirt off, his taut muscles rippling with the movement, and I catch myself staring. God, this man is mouthwatering.

He doesn’t stop with the shirt. He slides his pajama pants down his legs before walking up behind me and kissing my neck.

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