Page 48 of Christmas in Vines

She smiled. “Like what?”

“Every position in the Kama Sutra,” I told her before grabbing something out of my overnight bag and getting back on the bed. “I want you on your hands and knees, I want you riding me, I want so many fucking things, Willow. But—” I slid in between her legs. “—let’s start with the first.”

Dropping the strip of condoms beside a pillow, I made do on my promise to kiss and lick every inch of her, indulging in lapping at her pussy a few times and sucking her breasts. For the most part, though, I teased her in unexpected places until she was shaking.

“I need you, Tyler,” she said, again and again. “Now,please.”

I couldn’t deny her—I was crawling out of my skin with lust too. She lay there, legs open for me, her gaze hot and heavy, while I reached for the condoms and put one on. Willow was breathing as fast as I was, and she reached for me as I flung her legs over my shoulders and guided my cock between her legs.

With my body hot and burning with need, I bent to kiss her while inching in. God, she was tight, a vice grip around my swollen cock, but she was the perfect fit. I felt her arch into me, her velvet channel so hot around me.

Seated, I nuzzled her ear. “Okay, baby?”

“Yes.” She gripped my shoulders, moaning, “So very good.”

Slowly, I began to move—making tender, soulful plunges that I hoped showed her this was more than a fuck for me. Willow ran her hands down my side, over my back to my flexing pelvis. She dug her fingers into my skin. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” I kissed her collarbone.

I kept the slow, rolling pace for as long as I could until fire was sizzling up my spine and I couldn’t hold back. I let one leg slip and held onto the other one as I took her. “Want it harder, baby?”

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

I let loose and pounded into her, slamming my hips into the backs of her thighs, drilling my turgid shaft into her core. Willow was a live wire around me, moving in counterpoint to my thrusts; taking everything I gave her and begging for more.

Dipping a hand between us, I found her clit, circling and pressing it in time with my pistoning cock. I captured a nipple between my lips and sucked—and Willow came like a homing missile had found its target. Back arching off the bed, head thrown back as her nails sunk into my skin, she came, her pussy rippling along my cock, gasping as liquid pleasure burst inside her.

I didn’t stop thrusting, fierce in chasing my own end. Her body pulsed around me and I came with a garbled shout, as pleasure detonated behind my eyes. Together, our breathing slowed, with our gazes still locked to each other. I pulled away and dealt with the condom. Sated, connected, whole, I drew her into my arms and kissed her again.

I could see that Willow was fighting sleep as she lay on my chest, and I smiled. “It’s all right. Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Except, I wasn’t.

While she slept, guilt ripped up my insides like a ravenous shark, twisting the happy emotions I had just felt into a pit of dark despair and hollow shame. I knew I couldn’t stay with her any longer as Tyler Burrows. I had to become Cole Vega again and do it very soon.

About two a.m., I googled car rental services and found one merely a block away from the hotel. I slipped out of bed, dressed and forced myself not to look at Willow lying so peacefully behind me.

Finally, as I got my boots on, I paused. I needed to do something, something to make her understand my midnight run—but what? Tugging out a drawer, I took out the notepads they always had in here and wrote out a note, ending it with, ‘One day soon, I’ll explain all of this. X’.

I felt like a bastard.

Turning to look at her, I sealed the image of her tousled hair and peaceful face into my memories in case I would never see it again. Despite my common sense, I edged up to the bed and tucked a thick lock of hair from her eyes, and she stirred a little. Her eyes fluttered but didn’t open and I leaned in to brush a light kiss over her temple.

“Please don’t hate me.”

Moving away, I grabbed my wallet and overnight bag and left the room, determined to get back to my home. I knew Winslow was up to something nefarious, but I didn’t know exactly what it was. I felt like every moment that passed was a chance to find out—and stop him.

* * *

The first thing I did when I got to my house was to boot up the computer and log into the app, let it load then took the quickest shower known to man. I didn’t even remember that it was Christmas Day until Google’s merry little banner reminded me.

I shot off a quick text to Ethan, Dad and Mom before plunking myself in front of the screen and got to searching. Instantly, I saw the string of voice notes and accessed them.

Maximillian:“We’re almost there, just need to purchase fifteen more shareholders’ shares and we’ll have the green light to go on.”

“I have a few other names to call and convince. I know they will take the offer instantly. Sadly, we’ll have to get them in January. From now until the new year, they will be on holiday,”Herman said.

I did not like where I knew it was going.

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