Page 64 of Hostile for the Holidays

Jasper can’t hurt me. I’ve built up a resistance over the years. I’m rubber, he’s glue.

That’s going to be an interesting pairing. Be safe & call me later.

I will.

My head wants to heed Pippa’s warning, but it’s not in control of this operation, my body is. And according to my sex-starved body, we are all systems go with Jasper.

Downstairs, I step into my boots and rush out the door, not bothering with a coat since I’m only running across the street.

The late afternoon sun has dropped low in the sky. It’s dusk, but the brightness of the snow keeps the light from completely fading. It’s my favorite time of the day.

It reminds me of the night Jasper and I spent at the cabin.

When I glance back to Jasper’s house, he’s there with the front door open, leaning against the door frame.

“Are you coming in?” he asks.

I rush toward him, lunging at him at the last second. He catches me, his hands cupping my ass to lift me up and into his arms.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard.

“Now that’s a greeting.” He smiles, one hand wrapping around my waist to support me while the other pulls off myboots from where my feet are latched behind his back. “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Wine?”

I shake my head. I’m perfectly hydrated for the occasion.

“Do you want to watch—” he starts.

I cut him off with a kiss, then slowly pull back.

“Take me upstairs, Jasper.”

He searches my face for clarity. I nod.This is it.

Finally, there’s nothing holding us back.

We’re a mess of urgent hands and hungry kisses as Jasper climbs the stairs with me in his arms. When we reach his bedroom, he walks us in, then kicks the door shut behind us, before reaching back with a hand to lock it.

Jasper releases me and my legs drop to the ground. His hands make quick work of lifting my sweater up and over my head. I reach for the hem of his sweater to do the same for him.

He unclasps my bra. I unzip his pants. All the while our mouths stay connected.

Then, he’s pulling me in close, our chests are skin to skin and nothing has ever felt so good. The tips of my nipples brush against the smattering of hair on Jasper’s chest, teasing my sensitive skin. Every nerve ending is alive and I think I’m going to need him to take me right this second.

He must know how impatient I am because he lifts me up and sets me on his bed. My jeans are unbuttoned, and along with my underwear, pulled down my legs in record time.

But Jasper isn’t stripping off his pants like I’d hoped he would. Instead, he pulls out a roll of red ribbon.

I smirk. “You just happen to have that lying around?”

“It was left over from wrapping your present.” He nods to my ears where the diamond bows are resting.

“What do you want to do with it?” I ask, anticipation building in my core.

He leans over me, sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, and presses his lips against my jaw before he tells me, “I want to tie you up with your hands behind your back, then eat your pussy while you ride my face.”

I thought we were just going to have some missionary sex, but it sounds like Jasper has other things in mind.

And I like a man with a plan.

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