Page 64 of Santa's Baby
He coaxes me up, supporting me with an arm as I push myself back to my feet.
“No, Tiffany, because it’s me who wants the token taste. I’ve been waiting for it all night long.”
He puts a finger under my chin and tips my face up to his, moving in slowly.
“What the fuck? I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I say, but he smiles.
“I couldn’t give a shit about that.”
User 5639 is in the dust the very second Reuben’s mouth lands on mine, because this isn’t a client I’m kissing. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss my idol like he’s the saviour of life itself, diving into the tangle of tongues as I moan.
Once it starts, it doesn’t stop. He pushes me against the tiles and brushes a thumb across my cheek and I’m done for. A therapist would have no chance getting me out of this state. My obsession is off the charts, fantasies flying high.
I reach for his cock that’s nudging my belly, but he says no between kisses and pins me tighter. I groan in protest, but he gives me a firmernoand pulls away to look at me.
“Santa needs to get to the grotto.”
“Yeah, and this naughty girl needs a goodie bag before he leaves.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Says he who drove across the city to pick me up from a proposal the very second I was done.”
He holds up two hands.
“Guilty as charged. Patience hasn’t been my virtue these past few days.”
His face is so close I can feel his breath, the water cascading over both of us. I pluck up the courage to ask the question that’s burning my soul.
“Past few days as in since the second I left the hotel room?”
He pauses. His gorgeous grey eyes scorching mine.
“Guilty as charged. Again.”
I run my fingers down his shoulder. “Yeah, well, I guess we’ll be sharing a cell together. I’d be convicted of the same crime.”
Our next kiss is a total frenzy, soapy hands desperate as we make a mockery of sharing a shower in favour of flesh on flesh. His eyes are magic, his hands are strong and hard, and his lips… oh fuck, his lips feel so good against mine that I could kiss him for a lifetime and never get bored.
Finally, he breaks away.
“Sorry, but I really must make a move.”
“On me?” I say with a giggle.
“To get to work,” he says, not laughing at my joke.
The thought of being left alone hurts.
“One last kiss,” I say, but take at least five, stepping out of the shower with him. His mouth is still peppering mine as he grabs me a towel from the rail. My hands are on his cheeks as he wraps me up and takes one for himself.
“Can’t you call in sick?” I ask.
He smirks as he towel dries his hair. “Santa never gets sick. You need to sleep, and I need to bring Christmas joy to the mall. Ho, ho, ho.”
“All I need isyou.” I tell him, and pull back as my stomach tumbles.
Jesus Christ. I sound so needy. So fucking real.