Page 18 of The Holiday Hookup List
“Let’s do something every day until then. And maybe we can spice things up a little, too.”
“What do you have in mind?”
She taps the end of the pen against her lips as she thinks. “For example, on one day we can go to the Union Square Holiday Market for hot chocolate.”
I pull a face. “It’ll be packed.”
“We don’t have to stay long. And after that we can, I don’t know, watch porn.”
Her matter-of-fact tone has me choking on air. “Excuse me?”
“Try to keep up, Noble. As far as hookups go, I’d say this one was pretty successful, wouldn’t you? And after the year we’ve both had, we deserve to deck the halls a little.”
“In more ways than one.” I smirk, even though the termhookupgives me a weird pang.
“Exactly. So if we’re making a list of Christmas activities, why not make a list of sexual ones, too?”
Twelve nights of sex with Valencia Torres? This is a dream come true. “Count me in.”
“Great.” She flashes me a brilliant smile. “Today is Day 1. Could we call the club a Christmas party?”
“Maybe SantaCon.”
“But that’s tomorrow.”
“So? There were people dressed as Santa, and this means we can avoid the madness ofactualSantaCon.”
“Good call.” She writes in the notebook, then chews lightly on the end of the pen. “What should we write in the sex column for today?”
My grin is devilish. “Exhibitionism.”
I expect her to look embarrassed, but she cackles with something like glee. “I can’t believe we felt each other up in front of your friends.”
“Rodrigo and Bailey have felt each other up plenty of times in front of me. It was my turn.” My work husband is going to have a lot of questions about tonight, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.
The pen hovers near her mouth again, and I watch it like a hawk.
“Sledding? Nah, there’s no snow in the forecast.”
“Christmas movies,” I say absently. “Can you tap your lip again with the—mmm, just like that. Fuck, why is that so hot?”
With a coy smile, she runs the pen’s clicker around the outline of her lips. “Are you harboring a latent teacher or librarian fantasy? Ooh, I should add role-play to the list.” She writes it down, then brings the pen back to her mouth, slowly darting her tongue out to lick it.
I grab the pen and toss it aside, replacing it with my thumb. When I nudge her mouth open, her lips pursearound the tip, and she teases the edge of my nail with her tongue.
“You are so fucking sexy I can’t stand it.” My voice is like gravel, and in response, her eyes go molten. She grabs the collar of my borrowed shirt, pulling me on top of her until I’m pressing her into the couch cushions.
The fire that flared between us when we entered the apartment is back in full force.
I kiss her, stroking deep into her mouth with my tongue. She surprises me by catching my bottom lip between her teeth.
“This fucking mouth.” Her voice is hoarse as she soothes my lip with her tongue. “This stubborn, bratty,lusciousfucking mouth.”
Electricity sizzles through my veins. “In about thirty seconds, you’re going to see what else this mouth can do.” I trail kisses down her neck, stopping to suck, to nip, to lick.
“Is that so?” She tilts her head back to give me better access.
“You forgot already?” I push up to look her in the eye. “I promised to go down on you for hours.”
