Page 1 of Another Ryan Christmas

Chapter1

Mikey

8 MONTHS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

“Holy fuck, Red, are you trying to kill me?” My eyes rake hungrily over her delectable body, taking in every single delicious curve, which is currently encased in a skintight leather catsuit.

She sinks her teeth into her plump lower lip and runs her hands nervously over her stomach. “Is it too much? Too tight?”

I walk to her, reaching her in two giant strides before I slip my arms around her waist and grab her juicy ass, giving it a squeeze that makes her gasp. “It’s perfect.” I kiss her softly, pulling her close until our bodies are meshed together and my cock is twitching in my suit pants. She curls her fingers in my hair as I slide my tongue into her welcoming mouth and pin her to the wall. Then I pull back and leave her panting, looking over her beautiful body again. “But how the fuck do I get this off you, Jessie?”

She laughs softly. “There’s a zipper right down the back, you deviant.”

Before I change our date night plans and take her to bed instead of our club, I keep one arm around her waist and guide her to the elevator leading to the basement. “Says my horny as fuck wife who’s currently wearing an outfit that she knew would have me hard before we even get to the car.”

“You’re always hard, Mikey Ryan,” she says with a soft purr.

I dip my head and nip at her earlobe. “Around you, Red, fuck yeah I am. Who helped you to even get into that thing?”

She flutters her eyelashes at me. “Conor.”

“Did he fuck you too?”

“Mikey!” she nudges me in the ribs.

“What? He can barely keep his hands off you when you’re not dressed head to toe in skintight leather.”

She laughs again and the sound makes me smile. I fucking love making her happy more than anything in this world. “Well, he didn’t.”

I squeeze her tighter. “Good, because I want to eat some pussy while we’re at the club.”

She bites down on her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. “Maybe I should have worn a dress?”

My cock throbs harder because I know exactly what’s going through her mind. “You thinking I could have eaten you at our booth?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, biting on her lip again.

I kiss the top of her head. “Well, you can suck my cock at the table and I’ll return the favor when we get downstairs to our room.”

As soon asI’m sitting on the back seat of the limo I pull her up onto my lap until she’s straddling me. Running my hands up her thighs and my nose along her jaw, I inhale her sweet intoxicating scent.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she rolls her hips, moaning softly as she presses her pussy against my hard cock. I sure hope this leather deal goes back on as easily as I’m about to tear it off. “You’re so fucking sexy, Red.”

She runs her hands down the lapels of my tuxedo jacket. “Ditto. You know how much I love you in this suit.”

I flash her a wink as my fingers find the zipper at the nape of her neck. “I know.”

She crushes her lips to mine, whimpering softly as I slide my tongue against hers and explore the sweet recesses of her mouth. I fist my free hand in her hair, holding her head in place while I taste her. I can’t go more than a few minutes alone with her without an animal need to be inside her coursing through my veins.

She moans softly, just as needy for me as I am for her. I slide my hand between her thighs and palm her pussy, and now I’m the one wishing she’d worn a dress, because if she had my fingers would already be sinking into her wet cunt.

I snarl in frustration and she breaks our kiss. She rocks back, holding her hand to her mouth. Her face pales and my stomach twists into a knot. Something’s not right. “Jessie? What’s wrong?”

“Mikey,” she whimpers and not in a sexy way. “I feel sick.” Her eyes roll in her head.

I brush her hair back from her forehead, noting her cold, damp skin. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

She shakes her head. “I’m too hot. It must be this suit.” She reaches behind and starts pulling frantically at the zipper. “I need to get it off.”

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