Page 62 of What Happens This Christmas
Something told me the skimpy corset bra thing and pantyhose shit she was wearing wasn’t doing much to keep her warm anyway. “You’ve tortured me enough in that.”
“What ever do you mean?” She played innocent, something we both knew she was far from. She batted her lashes but began undoing the bra. “Fair’s fair,” she said, pointing a finger at me, specifically my pants. Her head was down as she concentrated on undressing, dealing with the fasteners that seemed to be holding the thing in place.
My eyes were fixed on her.
She leaned in, peering up at me with amusement glittering in her eyes. If I moved even a fraction of an inch, my mouth would be on hers in an instant. “Are you worried about being cold? If so, you have no need to. I’ll keep you warm…” Her words trailed off, her lips moving dramatically enunciating her next words. “Daddy Nick,” she purred, slowly, seductively.
I tapered my eyes. “Say it again.” I needed to hear it again, to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I gripped her hips and yanked her toward me, swallowing any distance that remained between our bodies. Now she was flush against me, and I knew she felt my dick, could probably feel it throbbing too.
“I don’t think that’s something I want to do,” she said, hitching a shoulder. “Earn it.” She looked as serious as a heart attack while her eyes shone with brazen determination.
Silence.
She was testing me and drawing on my last bit of patience. There was only so much a man could take, and my resolve had dissolved like an ice cube in warm water.
I pulled on the rest of the pins that were restraining her hair, holding it up in a way that made me want to break something. Her blonde hair that was a weakness for me, worse than any addiction could ever be, tumbled down, flowing freely across her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.
“How long have you been waiting to do that?” she asked, breathless as her chest rose and fell.
I pressed my thumb to the entrance of her ruby lips. They parted on a sigh that had the corners of my lips tilting upward. My girl was wound tight, wasn’t she?
She finally undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor between us, landing on my feet and leaving her tits exposed. They heaved with her body’s rhythm and were as smooth as butter as I brought my hands to them, squeezing them together. “You can clench your thighs as much as you’d like, but it’s not going to stop the ache,” I said, acknowledging a fact I knew to be true right before I bent down and placed both of her nipples in my mouth. I couldn’t choose one over the other, that wouldn’t have been right. More importantly, I wanted my fill, and I’d have it in more ways than one.
She moaned, her hands finding my shoulders and pushing down on them as she tried to use them as a way to anchor herself. She was predictable, more so than a road map, and the way she had held out for as long as she had was ruining her, destroying her from the inside out. She had been her own worst enemy.
I was a nice enough guy that I wouldn’t make her beg for it. I released her with a pop, but didn’t back away completely, swirling my tongue around one, then the other.
She moaned eagerly. “Any slower and the calendar may turn to Christmas.”
My impatient Candy cane.If only she knew that only made me want to go slower, really drag this out. Then again, I wasn’t one to put shit off. Laziness and procrastination were two of my least favorite traits. They were disgustingly mundane.
“You may have a point,” I said, torturing her as I brought a hand between us. I gave her pussy a few delicate taps, the fabric of her panties and pantyhose combination still between us. “It’s probably best that we pencil time in to do this. We can make it one of the points we discuss at the dining room table.”
She growled, narrowing her eyes as she gave me a heated gaze. If looks could kill, I would have been dead, her eyes tossing daggers at me. It would only take one to the heart, but she’d be ruthless in her pursuit. Candy didn’t do anything half-assed.
I kissed the top of her tits, my hands reveling in the outline of her abs. Fuck was she perfect in every single way. “I’ll admit that it will be the highlight of our conversation that day. I mean, I only have but one thing to bring up, and that’s holiday bonuses for the staff.” Her face was morphing into something far uglier, her lips frowning and her brows furrowing so deep in the middle that multiple wrinkles were appearing on her forehead. I licked my thumb before running it over the V between her brows and then each brow. “Something troubling you?”
Her tone turned serious. “Nick Crane, do not tease me.”
I smirked, winking at her for nothing more than my own twisted pleasure. “Then say it. Say the two words I haven’t heard nearly enough lately.”
Her cheeks darkened, the deep pink hue only adding to her beauty. “I couldn’t possibly know what you’re talking about.”
Bullshit.“Think. Hard.”
“Fine, but next time, I’m sticking to my guns.”
“Say it,” I pushed one more time.
“Next time you have to earn it.” She paused, pursing her lips and trailing her hand along my stony jawline. “Daddy Nick.”
It was like music to my ears. Sweet, sweet music. “Again.”
“Don’t push your luck,” she snapped back at me, dropping her hand and removing the clasp that was holding the pantyhose to her panties.
“No,” I barked, the huskiness in my voice surprising even me. “Allow me.”
Dropping to my knees, I peered up at her through hooded eyes only for a moment to watch her expression. She was shutting her eyes already, knowing exactly what was coming and anticipating it. “Keep them closed,” I ordered, hoping she’d obey.
