Page 460 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
“Don’t call me that,” I growled.
He chuckled. “You’re a cute little elf when you’re peeved, you know that?”
“This is not funny. Do I look like I want to be a punchline right now?”
Chadwick tugged at my tutu. “I mean, yeah, a little bit.”
I swatted at his hand, but he caught my wrist. I glared fiercely up at him. “You owe me an apology for trapping me in here with you.”
“I’m sorry,” he purred before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles. My tightly closed fist loosened. “I’m sorry that we’re locked in here, but I’m not sorry that we’re alone… and I know how I can simultaneously distract you and warm you up.”
My eyes widened. “We are not having sex in one of your father’s stores.”
“It’s technically my store.”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” He looked at me with those hazel eyes of his, and his gaze flicked down to the neckline of my shirt. “I’ve always thought you were the sort of woman who knew how to make the best of a bad situation.”
“Are you seriously trying to manipulate me right now?”
“Of course not,” he said, returning his gaze to mine. He stared right into my soul. “Unless it’s working.”
I hated that it was.
The sensation of the closet getting smaller and smaller by the minute had passed. In his eyes, I saw a whole world, and that world felt endless and gave me plenty of room to breathe. “Damn you, Chadwick Bamford,” I whispered.
He seized the fabric of my tutu in one hand and yanked me to him. I fell into his chest but didn’t try to stop myself. He caught me with one arm around my waist, spun me around with him, and held me fast against the door, wedging his knee between my thighs to keep me in place while he searched desperately for the way to get my skirt and tights off.
I draped an arm over his shoulders. “It’s one piece.”
He scrutinized my outfit. “I’m starting to see why you hate this thing.”
“Because it finally affects you? You think it should have ‘easier access’?”
Chadwick grinned like the devil before tugging the shoulders of my shirt down. “Most definitely.”
“You’re deplorable.”
“Shut up, Tinsel.”
“Make me.”
He did. He crushed his lips against mine and the world inside the closet vanished. I forgot all about being trapped, about the way my lungs couldn’t seem to fill all the way with air, and about how cold I was. Chadwick’s hands ran all over my body as he worked my elf costume off, and I returned the favor, helping him shrug out of his suit jacket. Soon enough, he stood in nothing but his shirt and boxers, and I stood in my bra and panties with my elf costume gathered up around my right ankle.
Chadwick, with his knee still between my thighs, grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms over my head with one hand. While he held me there, he moved his other hand down my body, starting with the tip of my nose and trailing over my lips, down my throat and chest, between my breasts, along my stomach past my navel, and lower still until I became breathless and strained against his grip on my wrists.
He touched me gently at first, exploring how wet and swollen I was, and all the while our kiss deepened. I moaned against his lips when he pushed a finger inside me and wished my hands were free so I could touch him, too. But Chadwick wanted to call the shots tonight.
I was happy to let him.
My breathing hitched in my throat as he fucked me harder with his finger. I spread my legs for him and he stretched me with another digit. I squirmed in his grasp, but he didn’t relent until I was panting and whimpering and practically begging for him to make me come.
With a thumb on my clit and two fingers inside me flicking against my G-spot, I did.
He watched me writhe with pleasure with a hooded, lustful gaze. When he finally released me, I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him. All the while his fingers still moved inside me and his tongue plunged into my mouth.
We broke apart and I reached for him.
