Page 51 of Hostile for the Holidays

“Because I spent my early twenties developing and patenting the proprietary software at Jensen Innovations, and lately I’ve been working eighty-hour weeks trying to get our New York office set up.”

I trace my finger along his jaw. It’s something I realize I’ve been wanting to do since I laid my head in his lap on the airplane.

“Why are you single, Stella?” he asks.

“Because I can’t find a guy that can handle me.”

Jasper’s hand moves from my hip to slide under my sweater. His fingers splay over my ribcage, the tips teasing at the band of my bra.

“I think I handled you just fine this afternoon.”

I can’t help the goofy smile that pulls across my face. “Yeah, you did.”

I lower my hands to grip the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head, then toss it onto the bed behind him. Then, I unclasp my bra and do the same.

Jasper blows out a heavy breath, and the air tickles my chest, causing my nipples to stiffen.

“God damn, Stella. You’re incredible.”

His large hands work their way up my ribcage, his thumbs caressing the underside of my breasts.

He pulls me into his lap, his mouth latching onto one hardened peak. My center immediately floods with arousal at how good it feels to have his mouth on me.

I grind down onto his erection and let myself bask in the euphoric feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me. His hold makes me feel like a precious thing he needs to protect. And then there’s his glorious mouth worshipping my breasts.Damn.He makes me feel so good.

“It’s the craziest thing. I look at you and I know you’re the guy I’ve fought with for so long, but for some reason the wires in my brain get crossed and I want to rip your clothes off and find out how big your dick is.” I groan when he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. “I’m sure it’s perfect like everything else.”

I swallow, my eyes dropping to the bulge beneath Jasper’s zipper.

Yup, Jasper’s dick is going to be a good one. I can already tell.

He cups my face with his hands and kisses me like I’m his. He tastes like gingerbread and cinnamon. It’s the same kiss that had me surprised last night at the bar, and again today in the charity office. A kiss that has no business in this arrangement, yet I can’t get enough.

Jasper’s embedded himself into my brain, and I plan to do the same to him.

I extract myself from his mouth and sink to the floor between his legs.

“Stella,” he groans, reading my intention.

“Hmm?” My hands work quickly to undo his belt, then button and zipper.

“I never said thank you for having my family’s Christmas lights installed.”

“Hey,” Jasper lifts my chin with his fingers. “I meant what I said. I did it because I knew it would make you happy. No other reason.”

I believe him. Or I want to. Either way, I need to see him come undone.

“Now it’s my turn.”

I palm his erection over his boxer briefs, my core clenching at feeling his thick shaft. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Jasper.”

“And I want to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, Stell.” He caresses my cheek, his thumb teasing the bottom of my lip before he leans back to assist me in pulling his jeans and boxers down his legs.

For a moment, I sit back on my heels and stare. Jasper’s cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen. It’s thick and long and the hair at the base is neatly trimmed.

It’s perfection. Normally I’d be annoyed with him, like he planned to dangle this perfect cock right in front of my face, but I’m the one who insisted I suck it so now I’ve got to swallow my pride and his cum.

It’s like I’ve momentarily forgotten everything I know about sucking a dick. Like I’ve never done it before. All the dicks before Jasper’s seem to be wiped from my memory.

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