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SEBASTIAN

Her smooth skin glistens with a sweaty sheen in the reflection of the Christmas lights. I understand her reservations about the video. But if she could see what I am looking at—goddamn, it’s perfection. The way her mouth parts, fighting between pleasure and ecstasy. Her rhythm fluctuates between fast and stopping as if it’s too much to take.It’d be the best porno on the planet.

Her hair tumbles down her arching back. Her eyes close to enjoy the feeling of my dick gliding in and out of her. It’s so fucking perfect that I can’t help but stare. I know she’s close when her body stills, and she holds her breath. Too damn close to stop short of giving her what she begged for. I can’t help whispering my encouragement as I finish her off. It’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.

Her collapsing on me, pliable and vulnerable, is the best fucking feeling in the world. I hold her close, rapidly fuck her tight little hole, and explode into the condom. She gives me the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had. Her fussing about the sheets getting ruined is the last fucking thing on my mind. She literally gave me the best night of my life. Fuck the sheets.

“Sebastian!Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there daydreaming again?” she asks, carrying a large box stuffed with gift bags for the staff—her idea. I thought payroll-cutting Christmas bonuses were enough, but Chloe insisted on gift bags for the kids.

“I can’t help it. You blew my mind the other night.”

This isn’t the first time she’s caught me replaying Monday night. I’ve done it several times as I’ve jerked off to her. But the party is in a couple of hours, and with me not getting to see her last night due to her own work schedule and commitments, I’m desperate to get back inside her.

She’s wearing a cream pantsuit with her hair piled on the top of her head, exposing her neck for kisses. When I angle close to her, she steps away with an irritated look.

“I already told you after the party.”

She shoves the box against my chest, my hands rising in defense to clutch it when she directs the caterers through to the kitchen. While she’s distracted by them, I sneak a kiss on her velvety skin, breathing in her favorite perfume. One that’s soon to be replaced with the scent I’m having custom-created for her, one of many gifts under the tree for her.

“Sebastian, you’re slowing things down. Now take those outside to Paolo and grab the other boxes.”

She raises her shoulder to block my face from another sweet assault and puts space between us.

“I need to help Taylor with the candy. I think some of it is sticking together from the humidity.”

Chloe’s been worried about the warm front moving in and causing the skating rink to melt faster than expected. She calledthe vendor to work on it today while I was home, and she was at work. She didn’t trust me enough to handle it, and I can’t blame her. I’ve barely done any work to pull this together, instead relying on her to get it done. But I’ll reward all her hard work with a fucking or two or ten tonight.

“I like it when you get all bossy, Tiger,” I smirk when she rolls her eyes, the pen in her hair about to fall out when she analyzes her clipboard of tasks.

“Stack another box on top, so I don’t have to keep going up and down the stairs.”

The pen clatters to the ground when she shakes her head.

“No, it will collapse the bags and flatten the tissue paper.”

“Chloe.”

“Sebastian, this is your party, and you want things to be nice for your staff. Besides, you’ll need to work out those legs for what I have in mind tonight.”

She flashes me a naughty grin and throws her narrow hip out. I fucking love that attitude. It’s one of my favorite things about her. Paolo is right. Iama goner for her.

“Tell me.”

I lean close as a group of catering people walk past us at the most inopportune time. This is the first I’ve heard about her having a surprise for me. If it’s anything like the other night, I’ll be sporting a stiffy at this event.

“One hint is all you get.”

She sticks her finger in my face, warning me not to beg for more. I wasn’t expecting anything, so getting something out of her is fine.

“Okay.”

“Mrs. Claus got herself a little red number.”

Holy fuck, Chloe in lingerie. I think I died.

“With white fur on it?”

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