Page 7 of Say Merry Christmas, Boss

Lindsay took the small moment of silence in our conversation, and offered us both plates and a table in the back part of the diner. It wasn’t exactly quiet, but it wasn’t overrun with noise and children either.

“What did you mean, ‘look at you’?” I asked her, just as she took a bite of turkey.

She dropped the plastic fork and chewed faster.

“Seriously?” She asked.

I nodded.

“You’re,” she paused, waving her hand around my face, “gorgeous.”

I felt my cheeks flush with pride, and straightened my spine.

“There’s the peacock my grandmother talks about.”

And, deflated.

She laughed, “it’s not a bad thing!”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” I asked, because I couldn’t tell if she meant it as a passing compliment or if she was crushing on me as much as I was crushing on her.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” I reached across the table and gripped her chin, using my thumb to brush her bottom lip. If I was going to take a chance, it would be now, and I wasn’t going to let the chance to get to know her better pass me by.

Her eyes went wide, and she smiled a big goofy smile that made my lips quirk up.

“Do you want to come back to my place with me?”

She nodded and sprang up from the booth, grabbing my hand, she yelled a goodbye to Lindsay and then we were in my car.

His mouth crashed into mine as he backed me up against the wall in his apartment. My ass hit the wall hard and the picture beside it fell with a crash and clang. He didn’t stop, so I didn’t think he cared.

Hands, his hands were everywhere, roaming over my curves and full breasts. He squeezed and kneaded my love handles, groaning into my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said between kissing my lips and neck.

His hard body pressed into my soft one, and I felt my pussy clench and drip with arousal. He hooked his thumbs into the hem of my shirt and pushed up, exposing my new Christmas bra. The pattern was so fun and funky, I couldn’t help buying it.

He chuckled and ran a finger over the swell of my tits, following the trail his finger left with his mouth. I had to sink my teeth into my lip to keep from groaning at the contact.

“Give me all your noises, Little Elf,” he whispered, as if he knew I was holding back. “I want to hear what you sound like when I make you cum.”

Shivers ran up my body, causing my skin to pebble.

I whimpered into his kiss as he undid his belt. The metallic click was like a sugar rush to my clit. Rubbing my legs together I pulled my shirt off completely, exposing all of the stretch marks and cellulite that marked my body.

Some people have given me shit about these things, but honestly, I loved my body. Every single dent and dimple, it’s what made me, me. I have always been a mid size girl, and I wouldn’t trade my map of curves and valleys for all the diet pills in the world.

His eyes darkened taking in my body, as I went to unhook my festive bra, his gaze lasered in on my hands.

“Don’t,” he grabbed my wrists and pulled them back to the front, “that’s my job.”

His fingers made nimble work of the clasps, and my breasts tumbled free. His intake of breath had me acting like a peacock and pushing my tits toward him, begging to be touched.

My knees felt weak, like jelly, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff. I went to my knees before him, and he backed up.

“Wha…” I started.

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