by Alexa Riley
He enters the room, and he’s on me before I can even get a word out.
“This my Christmas present?” he asks, going straight for my neck and lavishing kisses on my skin.
I roll my head to the side and see the clock reads midnight. It’s Christmas now.
“Yes,” I moan. “There is something else.”
He raises his head to look at me.
“I’m already pregnant. Merry Christmas.”
Epilogue
Ten years later…
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I place a kiss on her bare neck and hear the little moan she lets out.
“Come upstairs with me,” I coax, trying to steal her away.
She turns in my arms, and her dark green eyes find mine. She brings her hands up to my face, and I see a little mischief in her smile.
“We’ve got a castle full of guests.”
“That’s not a no,” I say, pulling her from the crowd.
We’ve been together long enough that I know every single tell. The lift of the eyebrow, the way her smile pulls at the corner of her lips, the way her body leans into mine. She wants me as badly as I want her, and she’s challenging me to come and claim it.
She wore the strapless red dress tonight to torment me, I know it. And the worst part is, it’s doing the damn job. The sweetheart neckline shows her ample cleavage, and the way it hugs her small waist is obscene. I didn’t want to let her walk out of the bedroom to greet the party, but she waited until the last second to walk out, and I couldn’t pick my jaw up off the floor in time to stop her. She’s been through the crowd a couple of times, saying hello to our guests. And I’ve been glued to her side, unable to take even one step away from her.
Our annual Christmas party seems to grow each year. Though I’ve stepped away from a large part of the everyday responsibilities of the company, Christmas loves to entertain. Seeing her eyes light up with excitement as she greets everyone and wishes them happy holidays, I know I’ll never deny her this pleasure. The kids are running around, and the whole castle is abuzz with cheer. She’s done it once again and everyone praises her efforts. It makes my chest swell with pride that people can see how truly amazing my wife is.
“Where are you taking me?” she whispers as I pull her into my office.
“You know how nostalgic I am,” I say. I close my office door behind us and click the lock into place.
Without a word, she walks over to my desk and perches her glorious ass on the edge of it. Slowly, she crosses her legs, and the split in her dress falls away to reveal her creamy thighs.
“Higher,” I orders, nodding at her dress.
She does as I ask and pulls the material up to show me more.
“Now spread your legs.”
I see the subtle blush rise to her cheeks, and my cock hardens. Even after all this time she can still get shy. Something about that is such a fucking turn on.
After a second of hesitation, she spreads them, and I see she isn’t wearing panties. I growl at the sight and charge over to her, pushing her back on the desk and reaching to undo my slacks. I fumble with my belt as her breathing picks up, and I knee her legs apart roughly.
“You were walking around all night without panties,” I say through gritted teeth. The need to rut her is bearing down on me. “You let this sweet, naked pussy strut around unmarked on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she whispers, her voice soft as a cloud.
“Maybe?” I grunt as I free my aching cock and run the tip through her wetness. She’s soaked and primed for me to take her. Hard.
I thrust in all the way, and she gasps as I moan. Her tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, and her sweet cunt throbs on it. I reach up and pull her dress down, exposing her fat tits. I use my other hand to brace myself over her body as I pound into her. Her tits shake, and I lick my lips before I lean down and suck one into my mouth. Her tight little nipples are so hard, and her fingers grip my hair as I bite down on one.
“Oh God, Nic,” she moans, and I hammer into her harder.
The sound of my desk scooting across the wood floor means nothing to me as I hump her like an animal. I’m possessive of Christmas and all her attention. And when we are like this, I want her to know there’s nothing in the world but me. I soak it all up and give her the most pleasure possible because I want her to feel as good as she makes me feel.
“My sweet, dirty girl. Walking around with no panties on all night. I’m going to have to punish you for this.” I thrust harder, and she moans, her hand moving to grip my shirt. “Maybe I should pull out and cum on your pussy. Only good girls get it inside.”
“No,” she mewls. She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. She’s so close. “Please, Nic. You know I like it inside me.”
“Then what will your punishment be? You’ll never learn if I let you get away with it,” I snarl, leaning back a little and reaching between us. I rub my thumb across her clit, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Nic!” she shouts, and I smile down at her.
“Maybe I should keep you from cumming…”
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” she pleads, her eyes on mine now. They’re wild with need. “I’ll suck you off tonight.”
I laugh and shake my head. “You like that just as much as I do.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“And how will you prove this to me?” I ask, thrusting hard into her again. She moans and licks her lips.
“I’ll make sure you check next time.”
This eases the beast inside me a little as I rub slow circles on her clit. “I think that might work. But I still think you should show me how sorry you are after all of our guests have gone and we’ve put the kids to bed.”
“Deal,” she says, squeezing her cunt around my shaft. She’s a few strokes away from going off, and I’m ready to give us what we both need.
“Until then, you’ll walk around all night with my cum dripping out of you.”
I rub her clit harder and feel her climax start. She arches her back and squeezes her thighs around my waist. The pulses in her pussy pull my own cum out of me, and my balls draw up as my semen starts to pump inside of her.
A long, low moan falls from my mouth as I thrust hard one last time and release into her. The waves of pleasure run down my spine, and I growl her name as I climax. The orgasm is so strong that I nearly fall on top of her when it finally stops.
“I can’t walk,” she moans as her legs fall to the desk and she lets out a little giggle.
“Then I’ll carry you,” I say, leaning down and kissing her lips softly.
“You’re always so good to me.”
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to be treated like my queen.”
“I love you, Nic.”
“I love you, too. Merry Christmas.”
We kiss again, but this time it’s slow and sweet. Knowing I’ll never have my fill of her.
THE END
Noelle's voice has captivated Alex, and she's become his greatest obsession. Since he hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his lonely world bearable. Thank God she's never seen him. His scars would only scare her away.
Alex has starred in every fantasy Noelle's had since she first heard his voice over the phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she's willing to do anything to please him.
On Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive boss. Once she's at his cabin with no place to go, there's only one way to keep warm.
Warning: This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It's filled with late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this time of year, I've got some cheer for you!
Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Edited by Aquila Editing
For everyone who has an inner Buddy The Elf… Happy Holidays!
Chapter 1
Noelle
“‘Please,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me now. It’s been too long.” Annabelle pleaded with Sam before taking matters into her own hands, grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to her wet pussy. Wanting to make them whole once again, to never be apart from the only man she’d ever loved. Would ever love.
“I’ll give you what you want. Just give me what I want,” Sam demanded, pulling back just a little from her, the head of his cock barely touching her opening. She knew what he wanted, and she was sick of fighting these feelings. She’d find a way to make them work, no matter how different their worlds were.
“I love you. Only you.” She gave him the words he wanted because they were true. She knew it down to her soul.
Samuel thrust home into her welcoming body, his hard cock just as hungry for her as he was.”
The heavy breathing through the phone pulls me from my narration “Mr. Lockwood, are you okay?”
“Alex,” he grunts, sounding irritated with me. “Say it.”
“Alex,” I whisper. He’s been correcting me for months now, but for some reason I always still say ‘Mr. Lockwood.’ It reminds me of who he is—that he isn’t a friend I’m talking to on the phone. He’s a client and nothing more, no matter what my late-night fantasies tell me.
I hear a grunt, then the line goes quiet. I wonder if he’s mad at me, and I inwardly curse myself. I had steady work before I started narrating books for his company, All for You, but with him offering me more and more projects, he’s been my only client for well over two months now. It sounds silly, and I’m sure I can get more projects elsewhere, but I like working for him. He handles things a little differently than most clients I work with, but I like his way. Seems I like a lot of things about Alex, despite knowing very little about him.
The silence hangs in the air as I wait for him to speak again. His words do things to me. Things they shouldn’t. I’ve somehow latched myself onto him recently. Waiting for our daily calls has now become a little bit of an obsession, one I’m sure my mother would tell me was just as unhealthy as my lack of a social life.
“Hmm,” I mumble, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. I can’t bear the tension, but all I hear is his heavy breathing, something that reminds me of the many erotica books I’ve read. The hero would breathlessly pant into the heroine’s ear after a hard round of sex. It’s a sound I’ve never actually heard myself, but I find myself imagining what it would be like if Alex made the sound in my ear, his body on top of me.
“I think that’s enough for today,” he finally says, his deep voice rolling over my skin like a warm rough caress, like it always does when he speaks to me. If anyone one should be narrating a book, it’s Alex. He has a voice like I’ve never heard before, and I’ve heard many in my line of work. Voices that are supposed to be the best aren’t anything special compared to his.
“Okay, Mis— Alex,” I correct myself quickly, once again making myself look like an incompetent fool who can’t remember anything. “I’ll have the Scott book sent over this afternoon. Just a few more touches and it will be finished. Then I’ll start on this new one, if you liked the sample I just did.”
Alex likes to do the samples over the phone and also likes to check in daily on my project status, something that’s not normal with audio work. Almost everything could be done over email, but Alex says he likes to do it this way. For what he’s paying me to voice audiobooks, I’m happy to jump through hoops for the projects. Okay, that’s only partially true. I would jump through the hoops, but our phone calls mean more to me than just work.
Sometimes our calls dip into personal life, mainly about me and my life. Every now and then, I find myself rambling on, and he just listens. Maybe he’s really polite and feels sorry for me for having to carry on conversations with someone who is virtually a stranger. Though he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore.
“That sounds perfect. I have a lot going on tomorrow, so I want this taken care of tonight and off both our to-do lists,” he says, slipping back into business talk. It’s crazy how he does that. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he has a crazy sex life, because my narrations always seem to run on the dirty side and they never affect him.
I usually end up in a pile of goo when we we’re done, with hard nipples and wet panties. We’d hang up and I’d have my hand down my pants before the line even cleared. It wasn’t narrating the books that turned me on. I’ve been doing romance narrations for years. Normally I did them alone so no one would hear. But somehow, reading aloud to Alex has me beyond turned on. It could be that the pieces he selects for samples are always the dirtiest parts, or it could just be him.
I told myself it was because Alex was playing with me. I thought maybe he even had a little crush on me like I did him, but after time went on, he never seemed affected. He never tried to be more friendly to me like I was with him, and after a while I thought maybe I made it up in my head. My mother always told me I live too much inside myself, and it seemed to have happened again. I’d built something up in my mind that wasn’t really there. Worse, the thought of not having this interaction anymore was terrifying in some weird way.
“Okay. I’ll send the file right over.” I try to keep my tone just as causal as his, but I’m still chewing on the fact that he has a lot going on tomorrow. It’s Christmas, so I should expect him to be busy. All I have planned is a TV dinner and Netflix.
“Have a merry Christmas, Noelle.”
“You too, Alex.” I hit End on the call, promptly wanting to disconnect from him. I drop the phone onto my desk and bring up my emails. I want to go ahead and send the file, but my internet won’t connect. After restarting the modem and my laptop, I make my way over to the window while everything reboots.
It really is a perfect Christmas Eve. Snow has already begun to fall, and the Christmas lights on my tree behind me reflect in the window. It’s as if they’re mocking me. My house is decorated like I’m hosting a Christmas party tomorrow. There isn’t a spot that isn’t covered in some kind of Christmas decoration. Why I do this to myself, I have no idea.
I’m an introvert and always have been. I made a couple of friends in college, always preferring to have my nose deep in a book. But since then they’ve dropped off one by one, slowly losing contact over time. No one wants to be friends with the girl who rarely leaves the house.
Who knows where my parents are this time of year. No one likes to travel more than they do. I still have no idea how I came from such social butterflies. I like things small and intimate, and I always wanted to spend a Christmas like that with my parents. When I was a kid, my mom would go all out, kind of like I did in my own home, but she always filled the day with people I hardly knew.
It’s almost laughable now. I hate how she’d do that, but now here I am in a house all made up for Christmas and not one soul to spend it with. I’m not sure which is worse.
My mind wanders back to Alex, wondering what his plans might be. Would he have a special person to spend his Christmas with? The thought sends an irrational surge of jealously through me.
Maybe I can come up with a reason to ge
t in touch with him, or just call to wish him a merry Christmas. I chastise myself for the silly idea. Considering how fast he got off the phone moments ago, he probably has plans tonight.
Growling at myself, I pull my hair from my ponytail to relieve some of the tension I’m feeling.
Pull it together, I tell myself. I’ll finish this project for Alex, get into my Christmas pajamas, eat those cookies I spent all day baking and decorating, and watch my favorite holiday movies. I will not let myself have a pity party.
Chapter 2
Alex
I hang up the phone and lean back in my chair, sighing. I close my eyes and let the sound of my name coming out of her sinful mouth roll around in my head. “Alex, Alex, Alex.” I envision her saying it over and over as I drive into her. The thought has me ready to cum all over again, and I reach over to grab a box of tissues to clean up the cum from the orgasm I already had.
After the first time I heard her voice and had her read a scene for me, I started keeping a box of tissues close by. With every syllable out of her mouth, I got harder and harder until I finally had to mute the phone and rub one out. I couldn’t stand it, her voice driving me beyond wild. I’ve never reacted to a voice the way I do to Noelle’s and the more I hear her, the more I want her.
I’ve been living in this cabin in Montana for a few years now. I started my company, All for You, a few years ago, after the accident.
The accident.
I worked as a publicist for a publishing house in New York, working with authors and agents. One day when I was on my way home from work, I was crossing the street in front of my apartment and was hit by a car. The driver never saw me, and all my doctors said I was lucky to be alive. The accident left a good portion of my body scarred up, including one side of my face. It took months to heal, and afterwards, I felt cramped and claustrophobic in the big city. The scarring was too much for me to handle out in public, and I needed to get away from the noise.
