Page 11 of Past and Present

"Is that enough Christmas spirit for you?"

Her mind rushed back to earlier in the day when she'd scolded him for not having enough Christmas spirit on his floor at work.

How he'd turned something so silly into something ridiculously hot she didn't know.

"Can I unwrap my present now?" she asked, glancing down at the bulge in his slacks.

He grinned but shook his head. "When we get home, little kitten."

She stuck her lip out in a pout but quickly pulled the lip back in when he gave the chain on her clamps a sharp tug.

"Let's get you down from here," he said.

He untied the Christmas lights and garland first then nodded to her tits. "You want to do it or should I?"

"I'll do it," she murmured. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled the clamps off and tried not to squeal as the blood returned to them.

"Fuck," she bit out.

He bent and sucked each nipple into his mouth for a few seconds before he straightened and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“How you feeling?” he asked as she inhaled his cologne.

“Cold,” she said with a giggle.

He released her and pressed a kiss to her nose.

"You go get dressed, Kitten. I need to talk to Bethany for a minute and then we’ll cuddle and watch everyone play."

She frowned.

"What about?"

Lance shook his head. "I just have some questions about website she wants for the self suspension group."

Marissa nodded. That made sense. Her jealous streak annoyed her sometimes. She leaned in and kissed his lips one more time. "I love you," she murmured.

In the dressing room, she pulled on the simple wrap dress she’d stashed in her bag and ran a brush through her hair. She'd neglected to put a second pair of underwear in her bag so she was having to go commando. Lance wouldn't mind, she thought with a smirk.

Marissa stepped out of the dressing room just in time to see Bethany squeal and clap and throw her arms around Lance. What the hell were they up to? A website wasn’t that exciting.

She gave her friend a small wave when she approached. Lance wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"What are the chances you don't have anything on under that dress?" he asked in her ear before he pulled away.

She gave him a shy grin and a little shrug, her unfounded jealousy fading. "Pretty high."

He laughed. “Good girl. Let's get home and cuddle there instead. I believe you have a present to unwrap.”

6

Wednesday, December 12th,

Lance

“I’m so sorry, Lance. I tried my hardest, but the best I can do for Friday is move the dinner up so it’s an hour earlier.”

Lance smiled at his assistant. “, I think that’s going to work out just fine. I’m cooking up a little surprise for Marissa and it will be good for me to get to Colorado before her if I can. Now I just have to convince her to take the dinner solo.”

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