Page 33 of A Man for the Holidays

“Spencer?”

His voice tears through my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Jerk me,” he commands.

Slowly, I tighten my grip around his cock, then proceed to stroke him as requested, and when I hear a loud groan escape his lips, I increase the rhythm as our mouths collide. I slide my tongue between his lips and when our tongues meet, I feel a firm and rather hard pair of hands caress my ass cheeks. And with one last, hard tug on his cock, I feel it pulsate between my fingers, as Quinn pulls his mouth from mine, then lets out a loud pleasurable moan as jets of come spew out of his cock and into the ocean.

“Now you,” he tells me as he reaches down and curls his fist around my shaft.

With the hardness of his fingers tormenting my rigid flesh, and the pleasurable sensation soaring through my entire body, it doesn’t take long before I’m shooting jets of my own come into the ocean. Panting, we bring our foreheads together, then Quinn’s hand touches the side of my face, and rubbing it against my cheek, he then slides it to the back of my neck and brings our lips together in a heated kiss. When our mouth’s part, I let out a soft moan as I say, “You do realize that we’re standing in a pool of semen right now,”

“Just as well we’re at sea,” Quinn laughs.

I chuckle at his reply, then as I look into his eyes for the millionth time this evening, I realize that perhaps it isn’t the passion in our kiss that’s making me weak in the knees or causing my heart to skip several beats, but maybe the fact that slowly this man is slipping away, right through my fingertips, and there isn’t anything I can do to stop it.

With my final bucket of snow, I’ve been shoveling for the past three hours now full, I pick it up and take it to the alley. I empty the bucket, then pack it away along with my shovel and the parka I’ve been wearing for the past two weeks. I put on my jacket and gloves, then toss the scarf around my neck as I make my way over to the long line of employees who are waiting to receive their paycheck from Lucinda, the woman who has been my boss this past two weeks. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I’ve been saving every penny of my paycheck to not only pay back Olivia for all her missing items from the store, but also to buy Spencer something special for Christmas. When I get to the front of the line, I look up at Lucinda, who gives me a smile.

“Ah, Quinn. I must say, I’m going to miss seeing your face around here. I’m sorry that you can’t stay with us after the holidays,” she says.

“Me too. But unfortunately, my time is limited,” I say, not telling her too much.

She reaches into her coat and pulls out several yellow envelopes, then flicks through the pile. When she stops, she grabs not one, but two envelopes, then turns back to face me.

“I’ve included a little extra in your paycheck this week. Consider it a Christmas bonus.” she says with a smile.

She holds out her hand with the envelopes and I reach out and take them, then I look at her and lean forward, wrapping my arms around her waist and whisper, “Thank you. And thank you for giving me this job.”

“You’re so welcome,” she replies.

“Merry Christmas,” I tell her.

“Merry Christmas, Quinn.” she replies, and I pull away from her.

With one last smile, I give her a wave, then turn and make my way toward the mall. When I step inside, I’m immediately met with a hoard of people running in all directions, all trying to make their way to various stores within the mall. I slip through the crowd of shoppers, then make my way toward Spencer’s toy store, only to see a long line of parents with their children waiting to step inside. Deciding not to disturb him during the peak hour rush, I place both hands in my pockets and proceed to walk out the mall, deciding to instead head home.

Having changed my mind and deciding to go for a rather long walk and think instead of heading straight there, it’s rather late once I get home, dark even. As I walk through the door and into the foyer, I hear a pleasant humming noise from the kitchen, and when I walk through the living room, I see Paige standing by the sink and two other gentlemen on either side of her. One of them is painting the walls, while the other is replacing the stove and other kitchen appliances that were damaged in the fire. Paige then turns around and a wide smile spreads across her face when she notices me.

“Quinn. When did you get home?”

“Just now,” I tell her.

“How are your hands?” she asks.

I raise both my arms, holding out my hands for her to examine. She brushes her palms against them softly, turning them over several times.

“Your hands feel very firm, but other than a few small scars, it looks like they’re going to heal quite well. I see you took off the bandages.”

“Yeah. Sorry they were getting in the way with work and well,otherthings,” I wink at her.

“Thank you for that visual, Quinn. She says pulling a funny face. “But I’m so happy Spencer has you in his life, even if it is only for a short while, he really needed this. Which brings me to my next question.”

She steps out of the kitchen and leads me into the living room where she sits on the couch, and I sit down beside her. She then turns and looks deep into my eyes.

“There’s something different about you Quinn. Is everything all right?”

“Everything is fine,” I answer quickly. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

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