Page 23 of Honkers Under the Holly

A few blinks and she looked up at me through her lashes. I was already lost in her. Lost in her eyes, her body, and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in her love.

“That’s it.” So slowly and torturously for us both, I thrust forward until I was filling her up.

She groaned and her eyes fluttered shut again."Oh, holyTannenbaum."

I was taking that as a compliment. “You feel so fucking good. I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself and not be able to give you all those orgasms I promised before I lose my goddamn mind.”

There was no way I was going to come before she did, but it was going to be a close thing. She was too beautiful, her body too perfectly fit to mine, and my feelings for her too intense to be in control.

Sara Jayne wrapped her ankles around my ass and arched her back into me. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you. I’m giving myself to you, and I want only for you to do the same.”

Best. Christmas present. Ever.

Not just that she wanted me, wanted me to fuck her, but that she was the first person in my life to want me for me. I was the dutiful son to my parents until they didn’t need me anymore and flittered off to Florida. I was the all-star quarterback to my team until I was so injured I could never play again.

And I was the guy who made the deals and got the money for my clients, except there’d only ever been one client, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the agent I wanted to be.

But Sara Jayne didn’t want me for my skills, for what I could do for her. She wanted all of me, the good and the bad, the naughty and the nice.

“I’m yours, sweetheart. I’m yours.” I move my hips and together we found a rhythm that had us both racing toward all the pleasure and bliss we could give each other. A few more thrusts and I was so damn close to coming. I needed to push her over the edge.

I squeezed her hands over her heads tighter and buried my face into the crook of her neck, scraping my teeth across the soft skin of her neck . She moaned with each of my thrusts and her pussy tightened as her body tensed in anticipation of her climax. “That’s it. Come for me, naughty girl.”

“I need you to come with me.”

This fucking woman was so damn perfect. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, my voice coming out broken and gravely. “Be a naughty girl and squeeze my cock hard. Make us both come with your hot pussy. Together.”

Before I even finished telling her what to do, her whole body clenched and exploded around me. She dragged me so hard into that orgasm that I wasn’t sure I would ever return. And I never wanted to.

The moment I could breathe again, could function, I rolled to the side, taking her with me so I didn’t squish her under my weight. We were both gasping in shaky breaths, and I was seeing the damn northern lights behind my eyes.

Sara Jayne wrapped her arms around me and started shaking. At first I was worried the epicness of that orgasm had put her into shock, but she was giggling. “I don’t know what that was, but it certainly wasn’t boring couple sex.”

I chuckled and stroked my hand through her hair, and she continued to lightly laugh against my chest. “Naughty girl sex is definitely not boring. You surprised me. I thought the kink was to be called a good girl.”

She pulled her up and smiled up at me in a way that had me wanting to roll right back over and fuck her all over again.

“I’ve been the good girl my whole life. Always working hard, doing what I’m told, trying to be what everyone wants me to be. But today, with jumping into that photoshoot like that... it felt... naughty. And I liked it. I know it wasn’t really, but I’m not sure that I would have had the... balls to do it a month, or even a couple of weeks ago.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. The moment I saw you trying to rescue a goose from the chopping block, I saw the deliciously naughty girl in you.”

“I was just trying to save him from being eaten.”

“Yeah, by chasing him through a busy beer tent, wrangling me along the way, and then turning him into a beloved media personality so he’d be safe for the rest of his life.”

She shrugged and grinned. “I mean... somebody had to.”

My delicious bad girl didn’t even realize how she’d simply been growing into being the deliciously authentic version of herself. “Besides, only a naughty girl would fake an engagement to save me and her goose from being homeless.”

“That was pretty naughty, wasn’t it?” Her eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips.

And then the two of us were very naughty together all over again.

Sunlight streaming through the French doors woke me to the perfect sight of Sara Jayne curled against my chest, her hair a golden mess across my pillow. Last night felt like a dream, but the warm weight of her in my arms was beautifully real.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then buzzed again. And again.

Sara Jayne stirred, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “turn off the goose,” before snuggling closer.

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