Page 13 of Naughty & Nice
Chapter Seven
Oliver
Still reeling from the sweetest orgasm of my life, I am unable to sleep.
After making out like teenagers in the snow, in the middle of Santa’s Workshop, Josie and I went our separate ways. I checked into the hotel as she suggested. I am in no way ready to go back home even if the snowstorm didn’t give me a perfect reason to stay tonight.
Outside the snow is coming down fast and furious, blanketing the little village. It almost looks as if it we’re caught in a snow globe scene, the snow falling endlessly. Looking out over the colorful view, I can almost see where we laid in the middle of the workshop, being naughty out in the open.
Taking a breath, I pull the smell of her into my lungs. I showered when I got to my room, but I can’t wash her off me. I don’t want to. I can still taste her, still see the flush of her skin as she came, and hear her voice panting my name as she shuddered from the pleasure overtaking her.
Imagined a moment just like tonight a hundred times over the years.
Reality far surpassed my imagination. Touching her, her touching me, the sounds, the heat, it was all so similar but so intoxicatingly new. How she flushes when I touch her now, how her eyes sparkle with mischief, and the raspy pants of pleasure as she comes all felt brand new.
If I thought she was dangerous before now I know she’s deadly.
“Tomorrow we will talk more. Not about a build. Just about us. Iwillbe the one to beg, Oliver.”
Just the thought of her on her knees begging has me hard again. Her red lips opening, her eyes beckoning me to fill her mouth with my cock. I can hear her sexy sounds as I fuck her face, my fingers tangled in all that thick golden hair. I swear I can smell her arousal as she sucks me until I spill down her throat.
Grunting at the imagery I can’t get out of my head, I pull on the goofy Santa style robe they provide. Snatching a pen and notepad from a table, I go for a walk to clear my thoughts. It will give me a chance to think about work if I look at her designs here at the hotel. I hope to take my mind off the talk she promised is coming.
For a while after she left me, I waited for her to realize her mistake and come back. I was so certain we ended up together. Weeks turned to months and soon I realized I had it all wrong. We were not going to end up together, she was not going to come back telling me what a mistake she had made and take the ring I still have tucked away.
I tried dating a few times after her, but they were too quiet or aimless, not reckless or loud enough for me. I even tried having a few quick affairs. It never felt right even if I enjoy playing the part to hide how lonely I truly was. I realized when Keegan found love with Kady just how lonely I am.
“You know how to find her. If I lost Kady, I would do whatever it took to find her again. Five years wouldn't change how I felt about her. Has it changed how you felt about Josie?”
Keegan’s pressing questions lately prove he senses I am not over my heartbreak. Before I left Harmony Hollow to come here, he urged me to wait. Now I think perhaps he knew the answer to those questions. He knew damn well five years changed nothing about what I feel.
Josie got it right—it’s not about what I felt...it is about what Ifeel.
I still love her even if I don’t want to. Even though I spent the past five years telling myself I didn’t. That I couldn’t, not after how badly she hurt me. Not after she walked away the way she did. Five years of working on getting over her were washed away the minute she touched me tonight.
I tried to brush off her innuendo and insinuation about a future between us tonight. I figured it was just the wine or the memory of what was talking. Until I kissed her. Until she looked me in the eyes and told me she would beg me. I don’t want to make her beg but I can’t say I am ready to start fresh.
“I wish Santa really looked like you,” her smoky voice startles me.
I am in the hall a few corridors away from my room, notepad in hand. During my walk, I took notes about the work she put in here. It’s beautiful. While the rest of the town is very Nordic, she has gone a different direction here. It’s more Hollywood chic with lots of deco touches, vibrant colors, and highly polished.
Anything about design or my notes is forgotten when I see her.
Standing in the doorway of a room, she is draped in just a robe. A robe that I gifted to her, in fact. I loved it on her because it’s sexy and sheer, hiding almost nothing. I can see her full tits and their budded nipples and the dip of her slim waist before her wide hips flare out.
“You look like the angel they put on top that big tree in town,” I shoot back, taking a few steps towards her.
It's true, she’s glowing in that silky robe with all her hair spilling over her shoulders. I want to push into her room and rip the robe off her. Maybe get that talk she wants out of the way. Might as well get some words said before I bury myself inside her again. It’s coming and I know there is nothing I can do to stop it.
“I wish you meant that.” Her sigh makes my eyes fly to her face.
Her beautiful eyes are so sad it makes my chest ache. I can hear the words I said, and they sounded hollow. I meant them, but I said them as a reaction to her words. Like we’re playing some game. Part of me still wonders if that isn’t exactly what we’re doing.
“Josie did you take this design job to work the job or to work me?”
“Now,thatyou mean,” her sigh draws me in closer as she crosses her arms, almost as if shielding herself form me, “I turned down hundreds of jobs to stay away from you. I said no so many times, thinking I was protecting you. I wasn’t. I was protecting me from seeing you look at me the way you’re looking at me now. I told you I deserve whatever you feel—good, bad, or ugly. All I can do is work to make up for the bad and the ugly.”
“Why now? It’s been so goddamn long. I was just starting to...”
