Page 29 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

“I want to come inside you,” he said as the orgasm faded. “I want to fill you full.”

His words were enough to make me moan just as surely as if he’d entered me. I answered him by taking hold of his cock again and guiding it toward my entrance. The room echoed with our heavy breathing and the soft rustling of clothing. Kai turned me, pressed me against the wall, and pulled down my panties, his body a solid wall of heat and muscle against mine. I turned my head toward him and he kissed me again, deeper, the head of his cock pressing against my folds.

With one thrust he entered me, the sensation of him stretching me out beyond satisfying.

“God, you feel like heaven,” he moaned, his voice low.

He slowly moved in and out a few times, letting me get used to his size. But I was so slick, so turned on, that I was able to take him with ease. It wasn’t long before he was driving into me with piston-strength, his cock splitting me in half again and again.

With a sudden twist, he spun me around, picking me up and carrying me over to the desk. My heart pounded in my chest as he pressed himself against me, his hands trailing down my sides then coming to a rest at my hips, holding me in a seated position as he stood in front of me, his cock filling me over and over.

We were a tangle of limbs and raw need, the outside world forgotten. There was only Kai and the fire he sparked within me, a flame that threatened to consume us both. The only thing I cared about in that moment was Kai's breath on my skin, his hands everywhere. All I wanted was him, just as much as he wanted me.

“There,” I moaned. “Kai, you’re gonna make me…!”

I came hard, and he joined me. With a groan and a shudder, Kai drained his seed inside, his warmth filling me. I rested my head against his powerful shoulder as the orgasm ripped through my body, the sensation almost too much to bear.

It was over too soon, leaving us both breathless and flushed, the office filled with the lingering remnants of our passion. Kai pressed a kiss to my cheek, his breath hot against my skin. "Productive meeting," he spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing in the office. "Very. Covered a lot of ground.”

There was a satisfied silence in the aftermath, save for the rustling of clothes being readjusted and our staggered breaths returning to normal. We stood close, the air between us crackling with an intimate energy. Kai's fingers traced absent patterns on my waist as I ran a hand through my hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of modesty.

The silence was broken when Kai cleared his throat, a flush on his cheeks that made him look all the more handsome.

"Julia," he began, his voice huskier than usual. "We've... the guys and I... we've been thinking."

I arched an eyebrow at him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "That sounds dangerous."

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting, despite the heat that still lingered between us.

"Quite the comedian," he said, before his expression turned serious again. "Listen, we're planning a holiday getaway. Just the five of us."

A getaway? With all of them? The idea sent a thrill through me, images of a cozy cabin and snow-covered landscapes filling my mind. Not to mention the late-night snuggling sessions and all the naughty fun we could get up to.

"Would you be open to that?" Kai asked, watching me closely for my reaction.

My grin must have been wider than a Cheshire cat's. "Hell yes," I practically purred. The boys wanted to whisk me away for a sexy holiday retreat. Who was I to refuse such a tantalizing offer?

I winked at him, letting my fingers trace down his chest as I stepped away, sauntering toward the door. "Tell the boys to count me in. I can't wait to get on Santa's naughty list, and his lap."

Chapter 12

Andrew

Later that day…

"Ican't believe you still had that much energy after such a long day," Julia teased, her breathless voice still filled with lingering pleasure.

Strolling out of the office together, an undeniable sense of satisfaction hummed in my veins. It wasn't just the post-coital buzz, although that was most definitely part of it. But there was more to it. There was the thrill of having had Julia to myself for a while, the pleasure of knowing I had satisfied her, and the amusement of seeing her trying to gather her bearings after our passionate encounter.

We’d only finished our session moments ago, but already my mind was filled with images of her gorgeous face contorted in orgasmic delight as I came hard into her, her nails digging into my back and her legs wrapped around my waist, guiding me to sink deeper, to fill her with my seed.

I smirked, tossing an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, reminding me of the taste of her skin. "What can I say? You inspire me."

Her eyes sparkled at that, and I felt my chest tighten at the sight. She was breathtaking, all fiery spirit and sexy as hell. There was something about the way she carried herself, the way she challenged me and matched my intensity. It was addictive.

"I hope you're ready for more inspiration later," she teased, her eyes alight with mischief. The sight of it sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through me. With Julia, every moment was an adventure—a chance to explore, to push boundaries, and to savor the exhilaration of the unpredictable.

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