Stealing Christmas: A Billionaire Biker Bad Boy Holiday Romance (Magical Matchmaker Book 0)

by Amanda Adams

  Stealing Christmas

  Magical Matchmaker, Book 1

  Amanda Adams

  Contents

  Stealing Christmas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon

  Stealing Christmas

  Magical Matchmaker, Book 1

  By

  Amanda Adams

  Stealing Christmas: Copyright © 2016 by Amanda Adams

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electrical, digital or mechanical including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning or by any type of data storage and retrieval system without express, written permission from the author.

  Published by Amanda Adams

  Adams, Amanda

  Stealing Christmas

  Cover design copyright 2016 by Amanda Adams

  Images/Photo Credit: Big Stock; snjewelry, Kasia Bialasiewicz

  Publishers Note:

  This book was written for an adult audience only. Spanking and other sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

  1

  Zachary Steal

  Every other day of the year I beg them to finish the stupid meeting already. I mean, damn, we talk about the same shit every day. It’s like these tech guys must use every minute of scheduled time just so they don’t have to get back to real work. And I can’t stand meetings. Design and review and design and review, then do it all over again. There is no way I’d subject myself to this daily torture if I had any confidence at all that these nerds wouldn’t ruin my designs.

  Yeah, the tech nerds needed a real motorcycle guy and I’m their man. But not a single meeting goes by that I don’t wish to be outside instead. A bad day riding is better than the best meeting.

  But today the office barracuda will be waiting for me. Alexa Sinclair is our top account rep. She’s good at what she does, which is sell my bikes to retailers all over the country. But she’s way too complicated for me. Four-inch heels and a miniskirt in the office isn’t my style. I get it. Sex sells and wavy blond hair, pouty lips and killer legs make any real man pay attention.

  For the first time ever, I’d be thrilled if our daily meeting ran into lunch. I’m hoping, if we run late, Alexa will be gone already and not waiting to ambush me… again.

  And I can’t put her off any longer. With the Christmas party now two days away, she has become more and more persistent. She first asked me to take her to the party two weeks before Thanksgiving. Yesterday she texted me twice and sent an oh so innocent follow up email. Hell, for all I know, the only thing she hasn’t resorted to, getting on her knees and begging, is waiting for me outside the conference room door.

  “Well, here goes nothin’.” I didn’t mean for anybody to hear but Sam caught what I said as I exhaled the words under my breath and rose to my feet.

  “What’s that?” Sam asks. Sam’s a good guy. Mid-twenties, electrical engineering degree from M.I.T., and smart as hell.

  “Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself.”

  “You’re usually the first one out of the meeting. You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I follow him out the door, grinning when I spot the wild cowlick on the back of his head. Like all the other tech guys, Sam is wearing wrinkled khakis, a button up shirt and dress shoes. I don’t exactly fit in with my black tee shirt, jeans and leather boots, and I don’t care either.

  I hope he’ll continue to his desk without wanting to carry on an awkward conversation. But no such luck. He pauses and waits for me to sidle up next to him. It’s not that I don’t like the guy, he’s cool and very genuine, I’m just not one for office small talk.

  “So.” He pauses as though struggling to create a topic of conversation. “Any big plans this weekend?”

  “Just the Christmas party.” I glance to my right to see if I can catch a glimpse of Alexa in her office but her door is closed. As I turn back to face Sam I notice Bethany, Alexa’s assistant, talking on the phone but looking straight at me. When I catch her eye, she looks down and covers her face with her left hand.

  She looks incredible today, like every other day, so beautiful in a natural sort of way. The best part of my day is leaving the design meeting and walking past her desk; I anticipate those five seconds every day, even if I only catch a glimpse. I love that she doesn’t have to work hard to look amazing; she is one of the few girls in the office that doesn’t cake on her makeup. And those glasses, I love those glasses, the hot for teacher type.

  Damn, I’d like to have her horizontal, wearing nothing but those glasses. I wonder if she knows about Alexa and the Christmas party. If I thought she would say yes, I’d ask her to be my date to the party. But she would never go for someone like me. She’s a good girl type, dresses like a Puritan, and she probably thinks I’m a hard-core biker jerk. Hell, she’s never even spoken to me.

  Sam is fidgeting, obviously uncomfortable. “How about you? Are you going?” I ask Sam.

  “I doubt it, I don’t have a date. How about you? I’m sure you have a date.”

  “No, not yet.” I pat him on the shoulder as I stop and turn to head toward Bethany. “Hey Sam, I don’t mean to ditch you but you reminded me I need to talk to Alexa.”

  He smiles and nods as the realization hits him. “Oh, I see. Good luck.” He winks and laughs as he heads down the hall.

  Everybody expects me to date girls like Alexa, hot, sexy, full-court press kind of girls. That’s why Sam smiled. To be honest, she is attractive. She always wears sexy clothes; high heels, shorts skirts, low cut blouses and loads of jewelry. She wears a ton of makeup and her hair is always perfect to the point of being overdone. I’m sure she spends two hours getting ready for work every morning.

  She looks great. She’s just not my type.

  And yet, I’ve decided to give in and throw myself upon the altar of Alexa’s relentless pursuit. I don’t want to go to the Christmas party alone.

  As I near Bethany’s desk she stands up and ends her telephone conversation. “Oh my God,” she says into the receiver. “I have to go, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  She smiles at me for the first time and I nearly forget why I’m there. My God, is there anything more perfect than a gorgeous woman smiling. “Hot date?” I ask.

  “Mmm hmm.” Her cheeks turn bright red and she looks at her desk. “Wait, no. That’s just my best friend. We’re having lunch together.”

  She grabs her stapler and a stack of papers that are already fastened together, and staples them again. “What can I… how can I… Is there something I can do for you?” Still looking down, she sits in her chair and staples the papers one more time.

  “I’m Zach Steal.” She looks up into my eyes but doesn’t say a word. “I think you stapled both sides of the paper.” As I pause and smile, she sits frozen. Am I that fucking scary? “Is Alexa in?”

  “Uhhhh.” She turns in her chair and crosses her legs as she looks at Alexa’s office door. From what I can see of her legs, peeking out from under a long flowing skirt, they are spectacular. I follow the line of her thighs up the length of her bod
y to her right hand that has moved up to her collarbone as her neck twists with her body. The delicate soft line of her neck leads to her distinct jaw line and flawless face. “No. She’s… I’m Bethany, no… Bethany’s not in, I mean she’s not in, she’s out, I’m in.” She looks at me in the eye again, shakes her head and smiles.

  “You’re Bethany,” I tell her. “Bethany Riley.”

  “Right, sorry. I knew that.”

  “So, Alexa’s not in?” I smile at her and can’t help but notice her amazing breasts beneath her cardigan sweater. This woman has more curves than a winding mountain road and I’d love to explore every turn. And she’s adorable; I think she’s embarrassed.

  “No.”

  She pulls the sides of her sweater tight over her breasts as though she noticed me admiring them. I almost don’t care that she caught me looking until I notice the ring on her left hand. Damn, shit and damn, the hottest girl in the office is married? Of course, she’s married, she’s the hottest girl in the office.

  Now I regret checking her out, so I ask. “Are you and your husband going to the Christmas party?” My attempt at covering my idiocy with conversation appears lame, even to me, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

  “Yes. What? No.” She pauses and stands up with a frustrated look on her face. “I mean, yes I am going to the party but no, he’s not my, I’m not married.”

  Why does that news make me so damn happy? So, she’s engaged. That’s still not something I will move on, no matter how hot she is. I don’t play that game. “Well, I’m sure I’ll see you there. Can you tell Alexa I stopped by?”

  She plops back into her chair, slumps against the backrest and says, “Sure”.

  Before either of us embarrasses ourselves any further, I smile and walk toward the shop. As I walk away, I turn and call out, “Nice to finally meet you, Bethany.”

  She has her face covered in her hands and is shaking her head. Without looking up she raises one hand and waves in my direction.

  What the heck was that all about? She seemed really out of sorts and I have no idea why. But I liked it.

  2

  Bethany Riley

  As I stand in front of the double silver doors waiting for the elevator to arrive I glance at my phone to check the time. Lindsey will be so mad at me for arriving late but, given the circumstances, she will forgive me today. I contemplate texting her, to tell her I am on my way, but the elevator arrives and I enter the metal box of doom.

  As the door closes I am encased in an envelope of sweat and perfume. To complete my personal version of hell, the elevator echoes with the straining, techno notes of a terrible instrumental version of a recent pop hit.

  Why do they butcher the music? Why not just play the real songs?

  Unfortunately, I recognize the music and recall all the words. The lyrics run inside my head, telling me how I missed out on love.

  “Shut up, Taylor,” I think to myself, but the song plays on.

  Okay, all right, so my first conversation with the hottest guy on the face of the planet could have gone worse. To top off the whole horrible, embarrassing, soul-crushing incident, I could have thrown up on myself.

  There’s always next time.

  Hah! Zach Steal will never talk to me again, I’m sure of it.

  As the elevator arrives at the lobby, I wade into a mass of bodies heading out to lunch, and my only thought remains with him. Zach Steal. Damn, he is hot and so handsome and… so damn hot. And he finally talked to me.

  He is not the type of guy that a girl like me is supposed to go for. He’s huge, and a biker, and covered in tattoos, and oh to see more of those tattoos. I imagine he smells of motor oil and sweat, but I would love to get up close and find out for myself.

  As I head down the sidewalk toward the Get Perky coffee shop, and my date with Lindsey, I can’t help but imagine what he might do to me if we were to shower together. I’d definitely help him wash off the effects of a hard day’s work in the shop. Something tells me a guy like that would do things to me I never imagined could be done.

  As we stand in the shower together, facing each other, he kisses me, as though it is the last kiss we will ever share. The press of his muscular frame holds me in place and his huge cock presses against my belly. He pulls back and stares into my eyes with the expression of a determined man full of hunger. His large hands move to my shoulders and spin me in place. He presses against my back and I feel every inch of him as his arms wrap around me and he nuzzles my neck with his lips.

  “Don’t move” he whispers in my ear.

  He moves away, reaches for the soap and I wait in anticipation as he builds lather in his hands. I sense his eyes studying my body from behind and I wait as he turns the soap in his hands. My God, please hurry, I think to myself.

  And then he begins. He starts at my neck and I tilt my head back into his strong fingers to expose more of my skin to his touch. His hands glide across my skin and he covers my body with the scent of sunflower and honey. As he moves to my shoulders, he tightens his grip and gently massages my muscles to release the tension of my day. I drop my head and stretch my neck as all my stress leaves my body. He builds more lather and moves down my back to my round bottom.

  His hands move in and around every curve and crevasse, I shudder as he nears all my sensitive areas and I want to beg him to linger longer and move deeper. But he is an expert and builds my desire, leaving to move down my thighs as I rock against his strong grip. He moves up and down the length of each leg with just the right amount of pressure, massaging each calf before moving back to the top of each thigh.

  As he reaches the top of my left thigh he brushes against my swollen folds and I moan with pleasure. He’s teasing me, I can tell, because he pulls away, moves to my right thigh and begins again. This time I groan before he even reaches my sensitive area, and he doesn’t disappoint, pressing harder this time yet he moves away, too quickly again. I love it.

  He stands and presses against me as he reaches around to my breasts. My nipples ache in their reach for his touch. He glides over and around massaging my heavy breasts. I lean back into him and tilt my head into his shoulder. Is he going to make me beg? His touch is purposeful and torturous as he leaves my erect nipples aching for his attention.

  He slides the length of his cock between the mounds of my soapy bottom and presses harder against me. My breath catches in my throat as I glide up and down his length and lean forward, praying he will take me now, fuck me now.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet.” He pulls me upright, grabs the showerhead and rinses me clean. As he spins me back toward him to rinse my front, he is grinning as though he senses my anticipation and loves making me wait.

  After we exit the shower he stands before me and dries himself while I wait, his message has been clear. I am his to command and right now I am to wait and watch. His entire tattooed body ripples with muscles as he completes the task, the lines of his shoulders and arms stretch and flex as he moves across his entire body with his towel. He smiles into my eyes as he dries his cock; I see the anticipation in his eyes as he prepares to bend me to his will.

  He grabs a fresh towel and moves to my side. He studies each curve of my body with his eyes as he dries every inch. I shiver at his touch but I am not cold.

  After finishing he tosses the towel aside, looks me in the eye and grabs my hand. “Now… come with me.” I nod, speechless, onboard with whatever he wants to do next.

  We enter his bedroom and I head toward his massive king size bed. “No, not yet.” His deep voice commands as he steers me toward a large armchair at the foot of the bed. He pulls me in front of him and presses up against me, warm against my cool back. “Are you ready for me?”

  I can only nod.

  A towel covers one side of the chair and I notice a wire running from under the fabric as he bends me over the padded arm of the chair. My bottom spreads, stretched and open to the air, and to his eyes. I am instantly wet. He reaches beneath the towel, adjusts the lump and
my clit settles over the bulge. He groans, touches my rounded bottom, and massages my ass and upper thighs. I drip with anticipation as his fingers near. He wets a finger by sliding it along my folds and I want to beg him to enter me. But I can’t, I shouldn’t.

  “Please”, I say.

  I ache with desire and close my eyes to focus on his hand as he thrusts a finger into me. In and out he moves, slow at first then faster. I am stretched wider as he adds another large finger and moan with pleasure while he thrusts faster and faster.

  My mind swirls in ecstasy and I near nirvana when he swats my left cheek with the palm of his hand. I’ve never been spanked before and I am shocked that I love it. “Not so fast,” he commands and I pant with pleasure.

  He places the large head of his cock at my wet opening and presses against me. I try to move against him, to hurry him, but he smacks my ass again. “No, no, no,” he says. “You wait for me.” And I am wild. My head spins with pleasure.

  “Please.” I say again.

  “You’ve only begun to beg.”

  He thrusts his huge cock deep inside and pauses, full and deep, the entire length of him presses into me. I try to move, desperate for him to continue, and he reddens my ass again. Smack. “I said, you wait for me.”

  “Please”, I beg.

  He moves, slow at first and then faster and my pleasure builds. Reaching across my body to my shoulders, he runs his fingers up and down my back as he thrusts again and again, harder each time. “Are you ready”, he asks. All I can do is moan in response.

  One hand leaves my back as he continues his thrusts. He flips a switch and my entire body is shocked alive by a vibration at my clit. Hidden beneath the towel is a vibrator. I scream with desire and he thrusts with abandon as I am rocked to my core and he smacks my ass again sending me into my bliss, he joins me and groans with pleasure while he fills me with his seed…