Page 6 of Yes to The Holidays
“This is so embarrassing, but…I caught him cheating. At work of all places.” She rubbed her temples. “An intern, of course.”
“Ouch. That had to be rough. And when was all this?”
“About six months ago. We don’t have kids, and our home and money were all earned together, so we are splitting it down the middle. That’s why I got the apartment in the city. We had to list the house, so we both left to get it sold faster. Which is set to close in two weeks.”
“That’s a lot. I–”
There was a knock on the door.
“That’s room service. One minute.” I went to the door and pulled the tray inside after tipping the gentleman. I grabbed the small box of condoms and strategically placed them under some napkins and slid them into my pocket before rolling the cart to the small table. I moved four beers to the mini fridge, then opened two before joining her again on the sofa.
“Sorry, I just unloaded all of that on you,” she said as she took a long pull.
“It’s no problem. I was just going to say it seems like you have a lot on your plate right now. We don’t have to do anything. We can eat those snacks, drink these beers, and I can get you home to rest before our date.”
Her head whipped in my direction. “You still want me to show you around tomorrow?”
Nodding, I said, “Yeah. I mean, you didn’t make up the divorce stuff, right? I don’t need any angry husbands punching my lights out.”
She let out a belly laugh, doubling over before throwing her head back. “Oh, that’s hilarious. Donald probably couldn’t reach his fist to your face.”
Janie was so sexy the way she laughed with her whole body; her smile wide over her pearly teeth. I couldn’t help but stare.
Her laughter died down, and she caught me watching her, not that I was trying to hide it. “What?”
“You’re just so gorgeous. Donald must be an idiot.”
Her cheeks pinkened, and her generous bosom heaved. “Well, I don’t know about that.”
I put my beer down on the side table and scooted closer to her. As I cupped her cheek, she licked her lips. “Janie, I am not a man who minces words or speaks untruths. I find you utterly breathtaking and would love nothing more than to ravage you. He’s an idiot. But, if you just want to spend some time together, I’ll take what I can get.”
“You know what? Heisan idiot.” She leaned in and grabbed my shoulders before pressing her mouth to mine.
It started soft and sweet, then turned hard and hungry. She moved onto my lap, pulling her skirt up to accommodate the straddle. Pulling her close, I pushed my hips forward so she could feel what she was doing to me. She rolled her hips against me, moaning into my mouth.
“Touch me, Odin,” she said between kisses, yanking her top from the skirt.
I released the buttons of her shirt and slipped it down over her arms, taking in the view. “Shit, you’re so hot.” I leaned in, licking the top of the round globe peeking from the white bra. Her chest flushed as I pulled the cup down and took a deep pink nipple into my mouth. She bucked against me, sending an ache to my cock. Still tending to her full breasts, I reached up to her hair and found the clip holding it up and released a tumble of brown waves down her back and over her shoulders.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Taking the other nipple, I reached between us, pressing my hand to her warm mound.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Just call me Odin,” I teased as I licked and sucked the pert peak.
She worked her bra off, granting me full access, so I cupped them both and looked my fill. The heat between her thighs was so intense I felt it through my jeans. I needed to taste her, worship her. I stood, grabbing her ass as I did and setting her down on the sofa. Leaning over, I took her mouth again then broke away to find the zipper at her side. Once I got it down, I pulled the skirt and panties down in one swoop, her high heels still on her feet. She wiggled her foot, but I stopped her. “No, leave them on.”
She grinned, her eyes hooded, and she relaxed onto the cushions. Running a hand down her stomach, I took her in. Toned but not hard. Soft skin, beautiful curves, ample breasts. Brushing my fingers through the patch of dark curls leading to her swollen pussy, she winced. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just forgot I’m past due at the waxer.”
I cocked a brow as I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt before pulling it over my head. “Nothing like a garden to lead you to paradise,” I said, running my finger down her slit to gather her wetness before running it back to her engorged clit. She bucked against my touch, then arched her back as I slid a finger inside. “So fucking hot.” Then I dipped my head down to her center, inhaling the heady essence before lapping her from entrance to clit.
Her hands slammed on the sofa, hips going wild. I pulled her down closer to the edge, pressing my face deep into her. Pulling her hood back with one hand, I spread her with the other and gave her several long licks before thrusting my tongue inside.
She mewled as I worked, the sounds so soft and sweet. The sounds were keeping me hard as a rock, but I was enjoying tasting her, making her crazy. I pressed a finger back inside as I gently sucked the hardened cherry, then pressed another in. One of her hands grabbed my head, worked her fingers through my hair and pulled my ponytail loose.
“Odin, oh shit. I’m close. Stop. Stop!”
