Page 66 of Never Sleigh Never
When the last tremor fades, I rest a shaky hand on her thigh. “Sorry for the mess,” I murmur, still catching my breath.
“It was kind of hot watching you lose control like that.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Reaching up, I free her lip with my thumb, my cock already stirring again. “You’ve got to stop giving me that look. Unless you want round two.”
She flicks her tongue against the pad of my thumb, sending another shiver through me. I’m tempted to pull her off the table and bend her over the edge.
“I have a packet of tissues in my coat pocket.”
She pulls me out of thoughts of burying myself balls-deep inside her. Glancing around the room, I spot her coat draped over a chair. I return with a handful of tissues and clean her up before depositing them off to the side. Leaning down, I press open-mouthed kisses up her hip and along her rib cage.
“So,” I murmur against her skin, “what do you say we call a truce to all these pranks?”
“Why? Because you’re ahead.”
I huff a laugh. “You’re actually keeping score?”
“I am.”
“Fine,” I say, nipping under her breast just to hear her suck in a breath. “How about this—one orgasm on my tongue, and we’re even.”
She whines dramatically. “That only makes us even. I prefer winning.”
I grin. “Two orgasms, then. Final offer.”
She shakes her head, though her body arches when I suck her nipple into my mouth. “Tempting. But you can’t bribe me with orgasms.”
“Are you sure?” I lift my head, arching a brow. “I’ll give you a sample, and then you can decide if you want to take the deal.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches into me, a soft moan falling from her lips. Her fingers thread through my hair. I’m convinced she’s going to shove my head back between her thighs and demand another orgasm, which I’d be more than willing to give, but she tugs instead.
“As much as I want to continue violating Santa’s Workshop with you,” she says, cheeks flushed, “I have to call a raincheck. I really need to finish wrapping all these presents so I can get home at a decent hour.”
“Only you would pass on an orgasm to wrap presents. Not even real ones.”
She doubles over laughing, her belly shaking. “What can I say? Wrapping is a turn-on. The paper crinkling, silky ribbon sliding through your fingers, tape ripping—mm, hot.”
“No wonder this is your favorite time of year.”
“Oh my god, I was joking!” She shoves at my shoulders until I’m standing.
I scoop up her underwear and jeans, passing them over, then yank my shirt on while she wriggles into her clothes. When I tug her sweater into place, she quirks a brow. “I’ve never had anyone help me put my clothes back on.”
“I took them off,” I say with a grin. “Figured it’s only fair. Though admittedly less fun.”
Brie’s phone chimes from the other side of the room. “That’s probably Willa asking if I’m done yet.” She strolls to the opposite side and pulls her phone from her purse.
In the meantime, I swipe the reindeer off the table and shove it into my coat pocket. When I glance up her posture stiffens. My humor fades, and I lean against the table, ankles crossed. “What’s wrong?”
Her head lifts slowly, and the light in her eyes is gone, replaced by something sharp and hollow. “What’s the real reason you came here tonight?”
I straighten. “To return the top hat.”
“It wasn’t for us to… to do this.”
I scrub a hand over my jaw. “No. It kind of snowballed into that.”
Her voice cuts like ice. “You didn’t come here to sleep with me just to get me to back down?”
“What are you insinuating?”
