Page 9 of His Heart for Christmas

?“You did,” she hums. “I liked having you watch me.”

?Fuck, she’s so ...

?I can’t think about how perfect she is for me, how patient she’s been, how wonderfully she’s approached me, wanting to make me invest more time in her, give her more attention, and I sure as hell don’t want to waste this moment, where she’s practically begging me to strip her and have her however I want.

?I jerk her leggings and underwear down her perfect legs and Emma gasps. “Josh!”

?I look up at her as I kiss her perfectly shaved mound. Our eyes hold and she trembles. I wait semi-patiently, spreading her legs wider as she gasps. “So you ... you want me?”

?“I’ve been really fucking obvious, sweetness. I can’t take my eyes off you, talk to you, find excuses to touch you. When that old guy tried to grab your waist to help you up the ladder, I thought I was going to break his hand,” I say, kissing her inner thigh.

?She runs her fingers through my hair slowly.

?“I need a yes,” I growl, my control hanging by a fraying thread. “Tell me you want my tongue on your sweet pussy.”

?“Yes,” she whimpers.

?I lick over her slit without looking away from her, but she takes a panting breath and bites her bottom lip. I spread her pussy lips and do it again, letting my tongue linger over her clit until her head falls back as she moans. Emma palms her own breast as I continue giving her clit attention.

?She tastes amazing. I’m sure I could eat her pussy three times a day and still want more. I groan against her as I lap at her clit, suck, and grip her ass tighter. Emma welcomes me deeper, spreading her legs wider as she rocks against my tongue.

?“So fucking perfect,” I praise. “My good girl.”

?“Josh!” she moans.

?“Be loud,” I encourage before flicking my tongue over her clit again and again, loving how she trembles for me. “Don’t hide a thing from me, Emma.”

?I hook my arm under her thigh and lift it to give me more access to her perfect, wet pussy. I lick from her entrance to her clit, flattening my tongue, then swirl it around her button. I suck and lick over and over again, losing myself in her loud moans, the breathy, half-choked way she says my name, and her taste.

?She’s mine. All mine. I own her pleasure, have total control over whether she comes, and savor it all until she grinds on my tongue hard and rips off my hat to dig her nails into my scalp. Her head falls back as she rides my tongue hard, every half-moan dissolving on the next.

?“I’m ... I’m gonna ... So close,” she whimpers.

?I want to order her to come, but instead, I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy while sucking her clit. It pushes her over the edge. She comes loudly, her voice nearly going hoarse.

?And I don’t want to stop. I want her to chant my name until I’m the only man she can think of whenever she’s turned on. I want to ruin every other experience she’s ever had without my cock getting involved. I just want her.

?A low snarl leaves my throat as I give her one more lick. I kiss her mound again. “Still sure you can take it?”

?“Yes. Every inch, please. I want you, all of you,” she begs.

?I blink a few times as she continues riding out her orgasm. Her nails against my scalp, the way she keeps rolling her hips to get my fingers to move inside her, her lips raw from my mouth on hers.

?I’m lost in the moment, but then it hits me—Emma’s beautiful, but she’s not mine to keep. She’s too young for me and ... and every possessive thought in my head isn’t a reality. I should have stopped before tasting her, before knowing how she moans when she comes. I should have said no to her offer for help at the farm, avoided stricter contact than necessary with an employee.

?Probably this isn’t more than a holiday fling to her, something she’ll leave behind when she heads back into the world. But for me? It’ll be one more reason to shut myself off from every other woman in town. I won’t let Emma have that kind of control over me.

?I stand up, dragging her panties and leggings back into place. I lick my lips as I stare down at her. She leans into me as I fix her shirt and sweater. I clear my throat. “We’re done tonight.”

?“Done?” she asks, her eyes hazy and lost.

?I brush her hair away from her face, then fix her hat. When confusion and hurt fills her gaze, I lean down and brush my lips across hers. “I’m your boss right now, Emma. This isn’t appropriate.”

?It’s as good a reason as any.

?“Oh ... okay,” she whispers. “I didn’t ... I didn’t force you to do that, did I?”

?I chuckle, then when she screws up her face into something almost angry, I laugh harder. I cup her face in my hands. “There’s nothing you couldforceme to do, sweetness. Now, give me my coat and head for your car. I’m sure you’ve already missed dinner.”

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