by Hope Ford
When his hands go between my thighs, I close them instantly.
He moves off my breast and starts kissing my stomach, moving further down until he’s peeling my underwear off and parting my swollen lips with his fingers. As soon as his tongue touches my lower belly, my hips jerk at the contact.
“Baker,” I moan, my hands in his hair pulling him toward me.
He says something, but I don’t understand because he’s found my clit with his tongue, and he’s caressing me in ways I’ve never imagined.
He pulls my leg up to rest over his shoulder, and I’m half on the bed, half off, but I don’t really care. I don’t care about anything right now except him finishing what he started.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg him.
He shakes his head side to side, and the friction of his lips moving across my pussy has me tightening on his finger that is moving in and out of me.
I can feel the climax coursing through me, pushing me to the edge. But Baker is relentless. He doesn’t stop until I’m coming on his face, and even then he’s pushing me further until all that’s left is tiny tremors shaking my core.
“I’m so delirious. I’ve imagined that a million times but it’s usually on my desk at work,” I admit breathlessly.
“We’ll have to try that,” he tells me as he unzips his pants and pulls them down his legs.
The giant bulge in his shorts has me staring, wondering what I’m going to see underneath. But I don’t have to wait long. Baker is in a rush as he tears his shorts off. His manhood is huge and erect. The big bulb on the end looks angry as it drips precum onto the floor.
I jerk my eyes up to his when I realize I’ve been staring at him, and I blush as I see him looking down at me with hunger. “I want to be inside you. I don’t want to wait another minute,” he tells me as wraps his hand around his girth and strokes it long and hard.
“You don’t have to.”
I lie back on the bed and bring my knees to my chest. It’s brazen, and I never thought I would ever be comfortable opening myself up this way. But with Baker, I’m not scared. His desire for me is evident, and I’m not going to be bashful with him. I’m laying it on the line. “I’m yours.”
I barely get the words out, and he’s climbing up my body and positioning himself at my core. His hands go to my hips, and he pulls my body to align with his. He moves into me, inch by inch. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his large size.
His eyes are on mine the whole time. I couldn’t look away if I tried. When he’s fully seated inside me, I plant my feet on the bed and start to move. My hips have a mind of their own, and I lift to meet him with every thrust.
It’s so much more than two bodies combining as one. The emotion is too much, and I try to tamp it down and live in the moment, but I can’t. I know this is more than just sex. I can feel it in his sweet caress, the way he looks at me, the way he’s touching me.
That sends quivers through my body, and I’m coming again. This time with him heavy inside me and on top of me, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.
“Yes, oh yes,” I say into the room. He grunts then, and I can feel him expand inside me before his thrusts turn erratic and I’m milking him.
Only when we both lie there breathless do I realize what I just did. I slept with my boss. The man that I love… and I want to do it again.
9
Baker
It’s before dawn on Christmas morning, and even though I’m exhausted, I still can’t sleep. The Christmas tree is lit in the corner. The Scotts came home last night, and we went down to visit with them for a while. If her parents knew what we were up to, they didn’t say a word. When we finally went back to our room, we lay in the bed, my arms wrapped around her most of the night. The house is silent, and I should be sleeping. But all I can do is stare at Tara. I’m sitting in the chair in the corner, fighting temptation. If I could, I’d take her again right now. Now that I’ve had her, I know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her. I risked so much coming here because I truly can’t make it at the office without her. If she’d told me she didn’t feel the same way about me, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
But I know I’ve made the right decision.
These last few days with her have been everything. If someone had told me this time last year that I’d be willingly spending Christmas with a woman and her family, I would have thought they were insane. When I was younger, we never celebrated Christmas, and as I grew older and I found out the only person I could depend on besides myself was my foster brother Dawson, we still didn’t celebrate it. We usually, if he was in town, would hang out at a bar and find ways to get through the night without thinking about the love and family we didn’t have.
For the first time, I’m able to see it clearly.
Tara is what I’ve been searching for. She’s joy and happiness. She’s warm and loving. She’s fun and caring. All this time I thought I didn’t need Christmas or someone to share it with. But in reality, it’s because of her, because of Tara I’m able to enjoy it.
Tara starts to slide her hand across the bed, and as if she’s noticing I’m gone, she lifts her head up to search for me. When she spots me sitting in the chair in the corner, she whispers, “What are you so deep in thought about over there?”
“I’m thinking about us.”
She smiles, sitting up in the bed. The sheet falls to her waist, and her tight T-shirt shows her perfect breasts with peaked nipples. She holds her hand out to me. “Come back to bed.”
I want to go to her, but I need to get something off my chest first.
I drop to my knees next to the bed, and she blinks at me, confused. “I love you, Tara.”
Her hand goes to her chest over her heart. Emotion fills her voice. “I love you too, Baker.”
I let out a deep breath. Now I just hope she doesn’t freak out.
I grab the box I had put on the nightstand earlier and hold it tightly in my hand.
“I don’t think you get it. Since the day you first come into the office, I wanted you. I wanted you in my life, in my home, in my bed. Not for a few days at your parents’ or as some kind of fake relationship. I want the real thing. I want to go on each day knowing that I have you by my side. I know this may be too much for you, but it’s not for me.” My heart is racing in my chest, but I know I have to finish this. I have to get it out. I open my hand to show her the small jewelry box. I flip it open and hold it out between us. “I bought this after the second week you started working for me. I knew then that I wanted you to be my wife. Will you marry me, Tara?”
“Oh my God. Baker, yes. Yes,” she tells me.
She doesn’t even look at the ring. She dives straight for me, pushing me backwards and landing on top of me. I fall backwards and sprawl on the floor with her on top of me. The Christmas tree shakes over top of us, but I don’t care right now. All that matters is she said yes.
I roll over on top of her and brush the hair off her face. “You just made me very happy,” I tell her, looking into her eyes.
“Me too, Baker. Me too.”
Epilogue
Tara
Two Years Later
“That better not be what I think it is, Mr. Miller,” I say to Baker in the haughtiest tone I can manage.
He tries to slide right past me as he comes into the house, but I stop him by moving in front of him. With a hand to chest, I look up into his wide, innocent eyes. “What is that you’re bringing into the house?”
He smiles and kisses me on the forehead. As if that’s going to get him out of trouble. “It’s just a present.”
It’s hard to get mad at him when he’s like this, but Baker has been a gift buying machine since the day BJ, Baker Junior, was born. And now that it’s BJ’s first Christmas, as Baker keeps reminding me, he’s brought in another gift.
“I thought we were done shopping,” I tell him with a tilt to my head.
“We were. I mean we are, but I saw this,
and I thought he just had to have it.”
I hold my hand out to him. “Let me see it.”
He looks like he might bolt instead of handing over the present, but finally he hands it over. I open the shopping bag and pull out a miniature glove and baseball bat. “Baker, he just turned one. What is he going to do with this?” I ask him, holding it up in one hand and my other hand on my hip.
He puffs out his chest. “I’m going to teach him to play baseball. You’re never too young to start. If nothing else, we can roll the ball back and forth for now.”
I just shake my head. Baker has made it his mission to be the very best dad he could be. He didn’t have one, and he’s determined that BJ never misses out on anything—I guess that includes baseball now.
I raise onto my tiptoes. “I love you, Baker. But this is it, okay? We’re going to be hours opening gifts Christmas morning as it is.”
He holds his fingers up. “Scouts honor.”
I purse my lips. “Were you even a scout?”
“Fine. I promise. No more presents. I just, well, I’m excited about Christmas now. I never had that growing up, and I want BJ to enjoy it. That’s all.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “This is going to be your best Christmas ever… I promise.”
“No way,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Nothing could beat our first Christmas together. Two years ago was my best Christmas ever… by far. Nothing could beat it.”
I put my arms up around his neck. “Oh yeah? What was so good about it?” I ask him. I know why it was my best Christmas, but I still want to hear what he has to say.
“I got my first present that year… and it was definitely the best.”
I think back. “You mean the earphones I got you.”
“No, that wasn’t the first present you gave me.”
I just laugh. “I was there, Baker. Yes, it was.”
His arms tighten around me, and my heart starts to race. He always knows just how to hold me. “No, the first present you gave me was you… when you told me you’d marry me… nothing can beat that.”
“Oh you. Who would have thought you’d turn out to be a romantic?”
“What can I say? You bring it out of me.” And then he bends down and presses his lips to mine. Every kiss with him is better than the last. He still makes my toes curl and my belly do flip-flops.
“I love you, Baker,” I tell him, resting my head against his chest.
“I love you too, sweet girl.”
Do you want her sister Cassie’s story? Click here for Her Christmas Soldier Available December 4th.
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