Page 53 of Hostile for the Holidays

“Uhhh, fuck.Stella.” He groans against my pussy.

My name on his lips at the peak of pleasure is something I’ll never forget. It’s the satisfaction of every victory over Jasper combined.

A moment later, his cock jolts beneath my palm and the hot liquid of his orgasm hits the back of my throat. Even through his orgasm, he keeps fucking me with his tongue. Once I know I’ve won, I let myself focus on my release.

“Now come all over my face, Stell. I want it messy.”

With my hands on his thighs, I ride his tongue until my body coils tightly. Then, with my pussy full of his fingers stroking me in that perfect spot, and his lips suctioned around my clit, I splinter into a million pieces. A rush of wetness escapes from my center and I not only hear but feel the satisfied rumble coming from Jasper’s chest beneath me as he laps up my orgasm with his tongue.

His warm hands massage along the backs of my thighs and over my ass. For the second time today, I find myself relishing in Jasper’s touch and attention. But I can’t stay here forever. God, I wonder if his family suspects what we’re doing up here.

I roll off him and collapse onto a heap on his bed.

“Come here,” he says, pulling me into him.

“I’m sweaty,” I pant, trying to get my breathing under control.

“I like you exactly like this.” His fingers splay over my ribcage, his thumb teasing under the weight of my breast.

I yawn and curl into him.

“You can stay,” he offers.

“I better not. I’m supposed to help Sadie pack welcome bags for the hotel guests.”

He nods, then finds my underwear while I put my bra back on. There’s something surreal about putting your clothes back on after they were thrown off in a moment of passion. I’d expect it to be awkward with Jasper because what we are to each otheronly exists in the tiniest overlap of the fake dating, not friends but suddenly we have benefits, Venn diagram.

He walks me downstairs and I’m thankful his family is nowhere in sight.

“You good?” he asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder before he helps me put my coat on.

“Of course I’m good. I’m just tired.”

He pulls on his shoes and walks me across the street, which is silly and I tell him so.

“Thanks for the light installation. And the orgasms.” I try to make light of the fact that this thing between us has gone from zero to sixty in less than a day, and I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. Now that I think of it, other than our friendly wrapping competition, which now seems like an excuse for Jasper to put his head between my thighs, we haven’t fought all day. The realization has me gasping with surprise.

Beneath the porch light, Jasper’s eyes light up knowingly.

“Don’t tell me we’re becoming friends, Stella. Next thing you know you’ll be saying you actually like me.”

“Never,” I say, but it comes out breathless, instead of resolute.

“Stella?” he calls right before I open the door to my house.

“Yeah, Snowflake?” I tease.

“Sweet dreams.” He winks.

SEVENTEEN

JASPER

I stareat my computer screen and will myself to focus on the memo for next year’s company goals and key performance indicators, but memories of two nights ago with Stella have me in a chokehold.

It was one thing for her to let me taste her at the warehouse, but when she dropped to her knees for me and sucked my cock to the back of her throat, I realized that if I wasn’t already in love with her before, I am now. It’s been two days since she played Pictionary with my family then gave me the hottest blow job I’ve ever had. She’s been busy with appointments for Sadie’s wedding, and I’m dying to see her at my family’s Christmas Eve party tonight.

The doorbell rings and I move to stand, but then I hear Juniper yell, “I got it.”

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