Holiday Naughty: My Alpha Bad Boy Client

by Rebecca Lee

  I was going to change her clothes, but I didn't want the first time I saw her beautiful body to be under those circumstances.

  I had Martin cover her in double wool blankets and instructed him to start a big fire in the middle of the night.

  The room had this massive stone fireplace that was floor level and literally big enough for me to walk into standing up.

  It was a hold-over from the original mansion design way back in Ben Franklin's time.

  I noticed how peaceful she was. First time I'd seen that contented relaxed smile in the brief moments we had spent together.

  Her mood seemed like it was always stone serious ready to defeat the world or unpredictable sudden excitement and laughter.

  She was a wounded soul. I knew right away. I had long ago admitted to myself I was the same.

  I didn't know if I believed in the Christmas spirit, but I felt alive two days before that day everyone deemed so special.

  “How?”

  I must have averted my eyes just long enough to miss her eyes popping open. She didn't wait for me to answer as she pushed back the sheets and bounced her body back against the head board of the antique bed.

  She crossed her legs Indian style. She nervously looked down and realized the gap that left in such a short dress.

  Like a striking cobra, she snatched one of the many pillows laying next to her and put it over the opening in her dress between her crossed legs

  “Did anything?”

  “No. If it did, you'd still need plenty more sleep,” I responded moving casually into the room.

  The comment didn't register. I knew I had my work cut out for me to loosen her up and get her comfortable with me again.

  She was all set to come to my place, dressed like the natural stunner she was, when last night happened. I had to move cautiously and at her pace to keep those feelings alive.

  I wasn't going to screw up the opportunity, but there were some big hurdles to get over. Plus, there were some disturbing truths we both had to face.

  Chapter 17--Beth

  What he told me made sense. I guess I woke up not wanting to face the truth of what David had tried to do.

  Clearly it was all very traumatic. I'd been hurt badly by one man in particular when I was younger, but no man had ever been physically violent against me.

  “I didn't know exactly what to do with him. You insisted I let him go,” Tyler said. “I imagine he is back in Florida by now.”

  God. Tyler.

  It was hard looking at him. He wore this grey Villanova Wildcats t-shirt that grabbed his muscles in the upper arms and shoulders just perfectly. Sweat stains soaked through. When he gestured leaning against the wood posts on my old antique bed, I could see muscles ripple in those abs.

  Who has abs that amazing?

  I thought that to myself as I tried to concentrate on his rendition of what had happened the night before.

  “David will resign from the firm. That's good enough. I won't have to deal with him anymore. I don't want to ruin his life by pressing charges,” I said. “It's rude of me not to have thanked you for what you did for me.”

  “You're welcome,” he responded.

  He tilted his head down like the thank you embarrassed him.

  “You have a hard time taking a compliment Tyler?”

  “I don't know?”

  “You keep everything so low key,” I said.

  “I hate showing off and don't understand the need to seek out attention. It seems like as adults we should be way beyond that. We should be thinking about more important things besides totally meaning less approval and attention,” he said, his gaze wandering all over the room.

  It seemed like he was revealing something deep inside himself, but he wasn't sure if I understood. There was a lost little boy quality inside that perfect handsome stud of a man. It was endearing. I wanted to hug him right there.

  “Well I understand. And I approve of you,” I said.

  He focused back down on me. When he did, I stuck out my tongue and laughed.

  “I don't know what's become of my case now. I can't get hold of anyone. My boss is screwing some new associate apparently. Took off to the Florida Keys with her. I'll evaluate you as plenty fit to take over the estate. You seem like a basic guy to me. The will says you are the sole heir. I just want to forget it all right now.”

  “I appreciate you giving me that vote of confidence. But that's not what I wanted to hear.”

  “Huh?” I was really lost.

  “What do you want to hear Tyler?”

  “I want to hear that you'll be my guest for the holidays,” he said. “You are right. The case is in limbo. But just evaluate it honestly. I am not trying to influence that.”

  “You know, they won't even admit there is such a deal. They say there is nothing in the file. And they are right,” I said, trying to not seem so sick of it all, but failing miserably. “But I don't trust them. I trust you. If it comes to it, I'll do my job honestly. But I am just very tired of work really.”

  I wanted him to agree. I knew I wanted to spend my time in that cozy beautiful old house with a gorgeous man.

  We both needed something. With what Andrew was doing to what I thought we had, I gave up giving a shit about my plans with him.

  I was ready to roll the dice on the Christmas holiday with Tyler West. We were two-of-a-kind and I could no longer deny how sexy and irresistible he was.

  Chapter 18-- Tyler

  She wore the cutest holiday wool pajamas and one of my mom's old robes. She had her brown hair flying every which way with multiple hair pins in it.

  It was minimal effort. I doubt she'd been that free with anyone else in forever. At least that's what I hoped.

  There was something different about Beth when she came into the kitchen. I pulled the chair out for her at the big wooden table over looking the snowy huge back yard. It was a classic winter scene taking place out there.

  I saw her look at the scene a little too long and take a deep breath.

  I'd sent Martin off to start the holiday with his family but only if he made one of his patented veggie omelettes and whipped up some of his whole cream peppermint creamer. After that, we were on our own. The forecast until the morning of the twenty sixth was snow and more snow. Christmas itself was looking like it was going to be a blizzard.

  “Beth, it's no secret I want to spend this time with you. I want you to know, I understand how driven you are. I understand how important your career is to you. That was my first consideration when I asked your firm to grant you this time here with me. I just want to know you better. I think you are the most unique and beautiful woman I've ever met.”

  “Wow you sure lay it out on the table,” she said.

  I rubbed her shoulders from behind and I heard her sigh. In the big window where the perfect wintry scene unfolded, I saw the reflection of her eyes. They truly sparkled. She laid her head against my hand and I moved my fingers further down her upper chest. She grabbed them and instead of pealing them away, she kissed them.

  Chapter 19--Beth

  He moved fast. But I was so at ease and excited by being free for a couple days, I let him do what he wanted with his hands. When I kissed them at that breakfast table, I smelled faintly the motorcycle grease from our cold ride through the city.

  It reminded me of freedom and how much I wanted him to just take me. Take my body and take me away from the everyday of chasing the past by constantly fighting to dominate the future.

  When he told me at breakfast that my success was guaranteed, I would never have believed anyone but him. That's what made Tyler special. He was real and when he said something, he meant it.

  Everyone puts on an act to some degree. But he was the closest I'd ever met to being who he truly was. He never apologized for any of it. He never cared if anyone else liked it or approved of it.

  That freedom was as intoxicating to me as his perfect, strong ripped body.

  He invited me to sit i
n his lap at breakfast. I accepted of course. I felt his swollen cock against my back the whole time.

  He spooned me pieces of the scrumptious veggie omelette and fresh fruits.

  We laughed when pieces would fall out of my mouth. He'd grab a napkin and dab my face.

  I almost accused him of putting some sort of drug in that peppermint creamer. I was so relaxed and didn't think twice about any of what was happening.

  He was a perfect gentleman. He'd hug me around the tummy, than release me slightly. Then he'd rub my shoulders while I chewed on my food.

  “Merry Chistmas Beth,” he whispered in my ear.

  I was shocked that came out of his mouth. But I felt the spirit too. It warmed my heart. I wanted to feel more of him, but I thought it would have looked slutty to reach back and try to grab hold of his cock right then.

  I knew it was big. It's all I really wanted for Christmas.

  Chapter 20--Tyler

  We spent the rest of the morning in each others' arms under a blanket in the movie room.

  I never let her go from the time we got up from breakfast until we descended onto the big over sized couch in front of my wide screen TV. It was the one big purchase I'd made for myself besides my motorcycle.

  Beth was no small girl. She was over five-six and had legs that wouldn't quit. I doubt any guy had ever picked her up and carried her around like I did.

  She giggled the whole time and I pecked her on each cheek. I couldn't contain my smile. It was one of pure joy.

  “Something Christmas please,” she requested.

  She laid back on the couch and undid her hair and pulled it back together.

  She didn't have on an once of make up, but she glowed. The rarest, most natural beauty the heavens could ever have created.

  “God you're beautiful.”

  I couldn't stop myself from saying it. My cock throbbed and pulsed, pushing hard against my elastic topped pajama bottoms.

  When I said it, she threw her head back and laughed.

  Her little teenage debutante modesty in the face of my compliments was a side that made me want her even more.

  I popped in “A Christmas Carol” with George C. Scott as Scrooge and opened the shades to see the thick wet flakes building walls of white outside the window. I lit a fire and dimmed the lamp on the corner of my desk that served as the only modern light in the room. There were a stack of wool blankets and throw pillows next to the brick fire place.

  I put one gently behind Beth's head. Her eyes wer slits. Like she wanted to fall back to sleep.

  “Just do what you want. I could use a nap too,” I said, putting another blanket over her relaxed body.

  “Well the blanket has plenty of room,”

  I turned on the movie and got underneath with her.

  I pushed some stray hairs off her face and met her lips with mine.

  “I could stay here forever Tyler.”

  I smiled and kissed her even longer. I pulled her closer until I could feel her firm, perfect breasts pushing into my chest.

  Her hand went down by my thigh and began to rub me there. She was searching for my waist band. She grabbed on and pulled down.

  I grabbed her hand and entwined her fingers with mine.

  “Lips are like candy. I don't want anything but those. That and to stare into your eyes. To be one with you. To make this a Christmas to remember. My lovely Beth, you've earned it.”

  I saw a tear trickle down her face.

  “Thank you,” she whispered into my ear as her eyes closed.

  I closed mine. We cuddled our way deep into the afternoon with a long, warm nap in front of the open fire.

  Chapter 21--Beth

  The movie had ended hours ago and we were still in each others' arms.

  I was amazed and disappointed he hadn't made a move to unbutton my flannel pajama top or pull down my flannel bottoms. But caressed me a lot. I loved how ran his hands up and down the back of legs, then the front of them.

  Smelling him and being face to face for that long under a big warm blanket, brought my pussy to such a deep persistent hot ache, I would have given anything for him to go down on me. I would have surely gushed all over his face the second he got within six inches of my bare clit.

  I was about to say come out and say I wanted it.

  “I really should clean up,” he said.

  Neither of us had in fact showered since the previous day and we sweated our share with all the kissing under the thick wool covering.

  But I didn't want to leave his arms. But I really didn't want even worse was to appear desperate or slutty.

  Even though everything about Tyler made me feel both of those things.

  I felt like finally there was a man who demanded nothing from me. He so clearly just took deep satisfaction and pleasure in my company.

  And even more of a turn on: I was giving him every indication I was ready for him to get me naked, but he continued to take his time. He was patiently enjoying himself and seemed perfectly happy in my company.

  Knowing it meant that much to him and that I was there changed me in so many ways. It wasn't like being panted over by David. It was like my history had come full circle. Where before I wasn't good enough for a man of means, now I was a rich and handsome man's treasured pursuit.

  Over that holiday, there was nothing I could give him except myself.

  He had already told me he didn't care what I told the firm about his fitness to govern his parent's estate.

  And I believed him.

  But he was no open book. He was just mysterious enough to make me want him even more.

  After one long deep kiss and cute “bye” from Tyler as he released my hands, we went our separate ways to shower.

  He looked so smitten and pleased by the sight of me as we parted, I felt like we were in junior high Like the bell just went off and we had to hurry to separate classes.

  It was that simple, unspoiled side of Tyler that got me by my initial worry about him being another empty-headed and pampered rich kid.

  I kept every door partially open leading to my shower as I began washing myself. After a minute where I fully anticipated him sneaking in and tapping me on the shoulder before we shared a hot-water kiss plus more, I relaxed and swiftly got out to dry off.

  I was disappointed he didn't sneak in. But the anticipation of smelling him freshly showered had my body tingling all over.

  I crossed the hall back into the movie room.

  Inside everything was different.

  He'd set a table up a few feet from a roaring fire. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the middle of the table.

  I heard Tyler coming down the hall behind me.

  I turned and he was wearing a sweater with chest-length zipper, faded jeans and some heavy wool socks.