Page 43 of Just Home for the Holidays

Then she slowly lowered herself over him, taking him inside her in increments. She saw him grit his teeth. She felt him grip her hips and his fingers tighten around her. She saw the brilliance of his gaze as he watched her and she knew he was waiting for her signal. She felt powerful and in command, and that was surprisingly sexy.

When he was fully inside her, she lowered herself onto him again, pushing her fingers into his hair and brushing her lips across his. She thought about his advice on sexting and thought it might be hot to be like a boss lady.

“Take me,” she commanded. “Drill me, Hunter. Fill me until I can’t take any more.” She bent and grazed his lips with her teeth. “Then do it again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes flashed with surprise, then he moved inside her with deliberation. He rubbed himself against her and Chloe knew that wasn’t an accident. The heat rose within her again, making her writhe on top of him, making her clutch his hair and nip at his shoulders. He moved with greater speed, then when she gasped, he rolled her to her back, so taut and powerful as he loomed over her that Chloe couldn’t hold back. She gripped his shoulders, feeling her nails dig into his skin and locked her legs around him. Hunter drove deep and rolled his hips, his move making Chloe come with a shout. He roared with his own release and pounded her hard as he came and came and came.

Then he collapsed on top of her, his breath hot on her shoulder, his heart pounding against her own. “Damn, boss lady,” he whispered and Chloe started to laugh.

“I need to be impulsive more often,” she said.

Hunter grinned at her, his hair rumpled and his gaze warm. He ran a fingertip over her shoulder, watching its progress, and his expression turned mischievous. “I think it would only be responsible to give positive reinforcement for that,” he whispered.

“You don’t think you have already?”

“I like to be absolutely sure,” he confessed, eyes glinting. “And you instructed me to do it again.”

“True.”

He lifted the strap of her merry widow and slid it down her shoulder, baring her breast to view. “We’ve really only just begun,” he said with intent, then bent and took her nipple in his mouth.

Chloe wasn’t going to argue with that.

Six

Hunter left Chloe dozing and started the shower. He felt amazing. He’d never expected Chloe to be bossy or blunt or talkative, but it was hot when she told him what she wanted. And she was gorgeous, all flushed with her hair loose, those eyes shining. So responsive. So ready. It had been so great, so great that one interval wasn’t nearly enough—although he wouldn’t tell Chloe that. She’d just assume it meant he wanted a relationship, which wasn’t the same as wanting more sex. He just wanted all the pleasure he could get.

Like this shower. If he ever had a place of his own, he’d have a shower like this one. It was big, tiled in stone, with a huge showerhead that hung from the ceiling overhead. He could have been standing beneath a waterfall as the hot water flowed over him and he loved it.

“Tell me about Duchess,” Chloe invited and Hunter was startled by her voice. He opened his eyes to find her stepping into the shower beside him.

“No.”

“Why not?” She smiled at him, then stepped under the shower herself. “Haven’t I earned another secret?”

He gave her a look. “No.”

She didn’t let it go. “Does she have anything to do with you hating Christmas?”

“No.” Hunter’s satisfaction was rapidly disappearing as Chloe asked questions. He was starting to feel irritable, which was just wrong. After that sex, he should have been walking on sunshine for days.

“I must be on to something,” she said lightly instead of being deterred. “You’re not usually a man of few words.” She reached for the shower gel and poured it into her hands, taking a deep breath of the scent. She lathered it up and rubbed it over Hunter’s chest, backing him into the corner, then kissing him.

This was more like it. Her touch made him think about going another round.

“Go on,” she invited in a whisper when she broke their kiss. “Tell me.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he managed to say.

“But I do.” She smiled a little as she lathered lower and he caught his breath as she closed her hand around him. Their gazes met again. Hunter swallowed.

“We should practice some moves before the hot water runs out,” he said, trying to make a joke.

“I don’t think we need practice with that,” she whispered, crushing her breasts against him. She was exactly perfect, soft in all the right places but all muscled strength in others. “I think we got it just right,” she whispered in his ear.

Hunter surrendered, closing his eyes and leaning back as she caressed him.

“Are you going to go ride her?” she asked, when Duchess was the last thing from Hunter’s mind.

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