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Nick smiles and pushes one finger and then two into my slick folds. I gasp, and my head thumps back against the wall. He continues to stroke my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm.
“You like that?” he whispers into my ear.
I can barely control my breathing enough to answer him. I can only nod my head. Nick leans down and nips the skin on my neck, increasing the pleasure already building inside me.
The sound of voices not too far off down the hall remind us both that we are still in public. Anyone could turn the corner at any moment and find his hand beneath my dress.
"Do you think anyone in there looked at as and said that it wouldn't be long before I was fingering your snowflake?" Nick chuckles into my ear.
I want to laugh, but then I'm so close. I thrust my hips forward to increase the pressure. My body tenses, and I nearly cry out in ecstasy, but Nick's mouth crushes against mine, smothering the sound of me coming undone.
He continues to stroke me as I ride the wave of pleasure until I'm too sensitive for his touch. Finally, I grab his wrist to stop him.
Our gazes meet. The realization that we’ve crossed a line that we can’t go back crosses between us. I know I couldn’t pretend this didn’t happen even if I wanted to. Nick is seared onto my heart, like a brand that will never fade.
He lifts his fingers to his lips and tastes me. “I’m never letting go.”
Suddenly a man dressed in a Santa suit stops in his tracks when he turns the corner and finds Nick pressing me into the wall. Nick doesn't step back; he only shifts, so he's blocking Santa from seeing me.
“Oh, excuse me,” Santa chuckles, his belly wiggling in amusement. “Wrong turn.”
He turns around and heads back where he came, but I swear I hear him say something like, “I guess we know who is on the naughty list this year.”
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Alexis and I don't waste any time after our private moment in the hallway to get our stuff and head out. I study her face in my peripheral on the drive back, looking for any sign that she might be regretting what just happened between us. But there is a smile on her face that hasn’t left since Santa found us. And I must admit I feel the same giddiness about how this evening is turning out differently than I planned.
“You sure you don’t mind we go back to my dad’s place?” she asks. “I just thought since all the decorations are all set up there, we’d be able to enjoy them tomorrow morning.”
The guilt that keeps ebbing and flowing in my mind that I've crossed this line with my best friend's daughter hits me again. But just as quickly as it comes, it's gone again. I don't know if it's because this thing between Alexis and I has morphed from fantasy to reality, but my guilt is lessening with each passing moment. I care about her, no, I love her, but I can't say that yet. It's too soon.
“It’s fine.” I lean in and steal another kiss.
She lets out a soft moan, not unlike the ones she was making at dinner. I like that her body is reacting to me. My body is humming for her. I can’t wait to get her upstairs.
We walk in, each keeping a respectable distance as we walk to the elevators. Too many people know her father and us in this building, and we don't need him to find out about us before we can tell him.
But the moment the elevator doors close, I turn and crush my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. I can barely control the love and lust I feel for her. I grab her wrists and hold them over her head as I deepen the kiss.
We barely register the sound of the elevator bell announcing the top floor, and we break apart. I can't keep my hands from her body as we step into the hall and over to the door.
“You’re going to make me drop my key,” Alexis giggles as I kiss a trail over her bare shoulder.
Her shawl drops to the ground, and I kneel to get it just as the front door opens.
“Dad!” Alexis nearly shrieks.
I stand and put some space between the two of us. If he'd opened the door a second sooner, we would've been caught. I school my features to hide the panic coursing through me.
"I thought I heard someone out here," he says, looking between Alexis and me. "What are you two doing together?"
His tone sounds casual, but there is something in the look he’s giving us that makes me wonder if he knows something.
