Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He spreads my slick arousal around my clit causing me to gasp and arch my back.
"I want inside you. Now." He squeezes my breasts through my red silk blouse before tearing it off and pushing me against my desk.
He kneels at the edge of the desk and pulls me closer to his face. With my legs over his shoulders and his mouth against my pussy, he takes a long lick up my length before gently biting on my clit. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
A smirk plays on his lips as he kisses along my body, leaving love bites where thigh meets torso. He teases with his tongue as I beg for more. He nips at my skin, leaving marks that will likely be tender in the morning but promise to remind me of his touch.
And I know the wild side of me will enjoy feeling them as I move throughout the day tomorrow.
As he presses his tongue against my clit, I let out a low moan. My arousal sweet on his tongue as he flicks and swirls, until my body shakes and my knees tighten around his head.
The teasing pain of his teeth on my sensitive bud nearly unravels me before he thrusts two fingers inside and finds my g-spot. I explode with pleasure as he laps up my juices, his fingers still pushing against that special spot inside me. As I catch my breath from my powerful release, he trails kisses along my flesh, stopping to suck and nibble at my nipples. When he bites down too hard, I can't help but bite back, sinking my teeth into his neck as he rotates his hips and plucks at my breasts. He grunts in response, teasing me with his fingers in my mouth.
"Stop moving," he growls, smacking at my nipple when I don't listen. But I can't stop myself, the pleasure too intense. He pinches harder and I finally take notice of his warning. Our eyes lock, both filled with a mix of anger and lust.
"Got your attention now?" he taunts as he circles his thumb over my clit again, making it impossible for me to stay still.
"You think so?" I challenge as I near another orgasm with only the slightest graze of his fingertips along my slit.
I gasp when he smacks my sensitive area as punishment for talking back to him. I can't help but moan in pleasure. My gaze drifts down to his hard dick tenting the front of his pants. I look up at him with a mischievous smirk.
He sends me one right back before he unzips his pants and reveals his heavy cock to the cool air. I groan at just the sight of it before he positions himself at my entrance. He lifts my legs high above his head and crosses them at the ankles, before he leans over to angle me in a way that he fits snugly inside of me.
With one hand gripping my ankle and the other on my ass cheek, he slowly pushes into me, causing me to cry out with pleasure.
"Yes, Cole, fill me up," I beg as our bodies become one. In that moment, all of my desires and needs are fulfilled by him. All I can think about is how much I need him. How much I want to be connected to him always so that we can face whatever life throws at us together.
"I love you," he whispers as he thrusts into me again, biting down on my neck and gripping my throat with one hand while the other plays with my breast. As we reach the peak of pleasure, I feel like nothing can ever tear us apart. With another powerful thrust, his body goes rigid, a deep grunt releasing from his lips as he cums in thick jets inside of me.
I love him so much it scares me. He takes care of me and loves me unconditionally. Tears well in my eyes as I cling to him tightly, knowing that this man has now become my everything.
"Happy holidays, Mrs. Claus," he mutters against my lips.
I smile, happy tears clinging behind my eyelids. “I love you, my mountain man Grinch. I love you so much.”
Chapter Eight
Cole
I stand in the workshop, Ivy’s laughter still echoing faintly in my head, even though she’s long gone. She has this way of filling up a place, making every inch of it seem brighter, warmer, like she’s single-handedly chasing away the shadows I’ve spent years cultivating. It’s been two days since that tangled moment in her classroom, wrapped up in her, with her lips pressed against mine like she’d been waiting for it just as long as I had. And it’s been days since I realized I was in way over my head.
I try to push her out of my mind, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of the wrench in my hand, the feel of metal and grease grounding me. But I can’t get her out of my head. And that’s the problem. I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t deserve her. She deserves someone bright, someone who can match her fire, her unstoppable belief in all that Christmas cheer she loves so much. Someone who isn’t dragging shadows along with them.