Page 68 of Unwrapped

“It is looking much more promising…” I scoot down, take him in my hands, wanting to make him feel powerless to me. He watches holding his breath, anticipating the feel of my mouth when it finally lands on him. I know what it feels like to wait. To wonder.

“Baby…,” he groans as I slowly lower my mouth inch by inch on his smooth, hard shaft. I take him in deep. Bob my head slow, then let him go only to swirl my tongue over the broad tip of his cock. I read in some magazine once, that men have a sensitive spot at the base of their cocks where their balls are. I take two fingers, rove south and find it, pressing down.

His hips buck off the floor. “Fuck baby, I just saw Jesus and he wasn’t in the manager.”

Smiling, I take him back into my mouth while keeping pressure on the base of him. I move faster and faster, loving the musky taste of him. He comes hard, gushing into my mouth. I don’t stop until he’s done then quickly get up to use the restroom.

He’s still laying back on the blankets as I come back. “Not a finisher, eh? We’ll have to change that.”

Shrugging, I lay back down in his arms. “Maybe one day I will. But only for the man who puts a ring on me.”

“Fair enough.”

“Do you want to finish our board game?”

“Nah, I think we both won tonight.”

“I’m glad I met you.”

“Me, too.” He kisses the tip of my nose and we both snuggle close, drifting off…

“What’s that?”

“Nothing baby. Just the wind blowing branches into the window.” I relax in his warm embrace but then I hear something again.

“No. It’s not that.”

“Shhh, Roque has drones watching this place as well as Creed. There’s cameras and motion sensors everywhere.”

“But there’s no power.”

He yawns, pulling me closer, “the backup generator will have it covered.”

“There’s a generator?”

“Busted. I knew the power might go out, so I disabled the transfer switch to the main house. Any excuse, to get you to sleep naked in my arms…”

“That’s so …premeditated and romantic.”

“I’m pulling out all the stops for you.”

“Why? When our romance is just for Christmas?”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be?” He murmurs in the dark. My heart leaps, waiting for him to notice it jumping by his feet.

We move at the same time. Our lips crash together. This time when we kiss it’s more than white-hot heat, it has promise, hope and so many things I’d never find myself believing when it comes to him.

“Wait! There it is again.”

“I hear it too.” He frowns. “Stay here.”

But of course, I don’t. I follow him to the mudroom and slide on my winter coat and boots.

He scowls, reaching high on a shelf above the window and takes down a gun. He check the clip and slides it back.

“Dare?”

“I told you my past is dark and deep. I know how to do things…” I shiver, seeing him for more than I wanted to these past few days. “I’ll keep you safe. Always. Stay here. Stay quiet. Do you understand.”

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