Page 64 of Holiday Hostage
By the time we cooked and ate the meal, all I could think about was getting Payton into bed, or naked in front of the fireplace.
I had very distinct fantasies about her and the bearskin rug. I adjusted my pants beneath the table.
Payton caught the move and smirked.
She held her spoon of potatoes aloft and eased it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and puckering them with pleasure.
“You’re irresistible.” I reached across the table and cupped her cheek, running my thumb back and forth over her skin.
She swallowed the bite of food and sighed, pressing her face into my palm. “You make everything delicious. Sin on a plate.”
“I’d like to have you on a plate.” With Payton around, I felt like I’d truly found a home. For the first time in my life. I wouldn’t change anything about our relationship, only the danger to Payton.
“I can fix that.” Reed bounded up from his seat on Payton’s other side and rushed toward the pantry.
Shelves rattled, and Reed’s cursing splintered the air.
He came out seconds later with cans of whipped cream, a jar of cherries, and chocolate syrup. “No ice cream, but we don’t need any when we have Payton.”
Her eyes went wide. “What are you talking about?”
“You, my sweet and sassy delight.” I ran my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “You are our dessert buffet.”
Reed set everything on the counter and piled our dishes into the sink. “Clothes off.” He pointed at Payton.
She eyed me with a warm blush coloring her cheeks. “Are you sure?”
I’d thought she was over these brief moments of insecurity. Apparently not. I brought her in for another soul-stealing kiss. “Positive. We’re going to enjoy every single second. And so are you.”
“That’s a promise I’m damned sure going to keep.” Reed shook up the can of whipped cream and popped the top. “Need help getting out of those clothes?”
“I got it.” She stood and tossed her hair off her shoulders, peeling her shirt up as she took a step back.
The sultry look in her eyes held me.
Every inch of skin she bared while pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it aside burned through me, causing my cock to swell so hard it throbbed with my heartbeat.
I stood and waited for her to wiggle out of her pants and panties, scooping her into my arms and setting her on the counter the instant she stood naked.
Her surprised gasp was the final straw, and I buried my hands in her hair, lifting her face for a kiss that ruined all other kisses.
Reed and Tarron carried on a hushed conversation behind me.
I nipped and sucked Payton’s bottom lip until we both lost our breath, and I was forced to break the kiss with a sharp inhale.
“Lie back.” I nudged her shoulder and helped guide her into place, spreading her across the counter so we had access to every part of her.
Tarron dolloped whipped cream on her breasts, and Reed placed a cherry in her naval, then covered it with syrup.
She wiggled and twisted, her breaths going shallow when we continued to cover her in food items. “I should be doing this to you.”
“All in good time.” I licked a line of cream off her collarbone and slid a hand between her legs.
I had plans for her.
So many delightfully wicked plans that promised enough pleasure to last for hours. “First, we feast on you, then we’re going to fuck you senseless on the rug in front of the fire. I want to see you come so many times we lose count, and then keep going.”
Reed lapped at the cream on her breasts, revealing a peaked nipple that he pulled into his mouth.
