Page 56 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
“Hey, vixen...” I drag a finger down the soft, bare skin along her spine and wait for her eyes to open. “When were you going to tell me Christmas Eve is your birthday?”
“What time is it?” she murmurs soft and raspy and still sleepy. Not that I can blame her. We didn’t get much sleep last night.
I brush her hair from her face and enjoy the beautiful view of her draped naked across my chest. “Early. Sophie’s still sleeping.”
“Then why are we awake, Camden? Go back to sleep,” she practically purrs as my hand slips lower.
“What do you want to do for your birthday, Holly?” I push and smile as she shifts, and I get a shot of side boob. Hidden under her ridiculous Christmas sweaters is a body made to be worshipped, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
“Nothing,” she groans and presses her lips to my pec. “It’s Christmas Eve. We never do anything for my birthday. Now go back to sleep.”
I roll her over and fucking love the way she spreads her thighs and cradles me between them without hesitation. “I can think of something better to do.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine, suddenly very awake. “Show me.”
I fist my cock and drag it through her hot pussy, soaked and soft and fucking intoxicating. “You sore, baby?”
She shakes her head and nips my lips. “Condom, Camden.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tease her as my cock lies heavy between us, the tip teasing her hot cunt, and my girl moans the sweetest sound.
“Now, please . . .”
Like I’m ever going to tell her no... I rip it open and smile as she takes it from me and rolls it down. “Fuck me, Camden.”
Linking our fingers together, I press our joined hands into the mattress on either side of the bed and tease her clit with my cock, loving the way she squirms under me. “Fucking love being with you like this, Holly.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and she wraps her legs around my hips as I push in the tiniest bit. Teasing Holly the way I’m realizing she loves. Her back bows, and her eyes close, and I pull back out before pushing in again, harder and further. Building her up, soft and slow and lazy because it’s her and me, and we’ve got all the time in the fucking world.
“Camden...” she whimpers as her heels dig into my ass, and the sound of my name on her lips is better than any high I’ve ever had.
“You feel that, baby? You feel me?” I bring my face close to hers and drag my teeth over her thrumming pulse. “Your cunt was made for me, Holly.”
“God, yes. I feel it.” She rips a hand free and drags it up my back, meeting me thrust for slow thrust. Grinding her hips against me. “So good.”
The baby monitor crackles, and I know we only have minutes before we’re interrupted. I drop my hand between us and circle her clit with my thumb, needing her to come before that happens.
“Fuck, Cam... so close. So good.” She circles her hips, moving faster. Her eyes locked on mine as I lean down and take her stiff nipple between my lips and bite.
Holly opens her mouth, a silent scream falling from her lips as she shatters around me. Clinging to me as I speed up, pounding into her until my blood roars in my ears, and I follow her into oblivion.
“Now that’s a good morning...” she whispers against my lips as Sophie’s first cry echoes through the room.
Camden
I need your help.
Luke
Dude. Santa’s not pressing charges. Pretty sure Rainey threatened to cut his balls off if he did. How’s Holly?
Camden
She’s fine. And fucking let him press charges. What he did was worse.
Luke
Has the team given you shit about the bad press yet?
