Page 86 of Bragg's Christmas

“Sounds good,” she gasps.

“Or I could fuck your breasts.”

Those words earn me a long moan. I move buying lube to the top of my to-do list.

I scrape my beard against her soft skin as I nibble my way from one breast to the other. I pinch one nipple while simultaneously grazing my teeth against the other one, and she freezes before letting out a long moan.

She rubs herself against my cock faster and faster as she climaxes. I help draw out her climax by punching my hips against her core while praying I don’t come in my pants.

When she collapses, I lift my head to study her. Her face is flushed, there are beads of sweat on her forehead, and she has a tiny smile on her lips.

Tiny smile? Not good enough.

“You ready for round two?”

Her eyes fly open. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You can and you will.”

“You don’t know my body.”

“Angel, I do.”

She stares at me for a moment before issuing her challenge. “Prove it.”

“Happy to oblige,” I murmur before scooting back so I can remove the rest of her clothes. Once her skirt and tights are gone, I smirk.

“Matching red silk underwear. Did you plan for me to see this tonight?”

Love freezes. “I didn’t plan anything. I didn’t set out to seduce you. I promise. I’m not that kind of woman anymore. I merely—”

I’m a fucking idiot. I place a finger against her lips to quiet her.

“I know you didn’t plan this.” I practically had to beg her before she agreed to get in bed with me again. “I was teasing you.”

Her shoulders relax. “Oh.”

“But I know better now. I won’t tease you.” I waggle my eyebrows. “With words.”

She bites her lip. “Maybe I should tease you.”

“Nope,” I growl. “I’m in charge.”

If she teases me, I will come in my pants like a damn teenager. And the only place I’m coming tonight is buried deep inside the woman I love.

She waves a hand my way. “Are you going to stare at me all night or show me how you can be in charge?”

I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. Her eyes flare as she studies my chest.

She sighs. “Is this how you show a woman you’re in charge?”

“I’ll show you in charge,” I grumble before I grab hold of her underwear and tear the garment in two.

“How’s this for in charge?” I plunge two fingers inside her and she clenches around me.

I growl as I pump my fingers in and out of her. “Is this good enough for you?”

“Want you,” she gasps out. “Not your fingers.”

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