by Fox, Cathryn
She growls, but when I insert one finger into her hot center the sound morphs into a moan. “Oh, yes, Santa. I do like the way you torture.”
Christ, her responses are so agonizingly arousing. I bite down hard to keep it together. I want to make this good for her, bring this smart, beautiful woman, to orgasm over and over again. I have no idea why that’s so important to me. Maybe because deep down I know she’s a good girl who, for just one night, wants to be bad.
But Jesus she’s so fucking tight and wet, it’s all I can do not to go at her like a man staved of woman’s touch for so long. I wiggle my finger inside her and her hands go back to my shoulders. She kneads my muscles, runs her nails all over my back. Tomorrow I’ll be scratched, but I don’t care. I want to remember this night. Her heat and scent surround me, her hungry cries urging me on, and in this moment all I want to do is give her everything she needs.
Wanting my mouth on her again, I suck her clit, nibble it slightly and she leans forward, her long hair tickling my back, and making me hotter. Her sex muscles tighten around my finger, as I inch it out and slowly, leisurely slide it back in.
“That is so good,” she moans, a desperate edge to her voice. Jesus, I know it’s been a long time for me, but when was the last time she was touched. Before Eden, my no fraternizing policy was easy to keep. Now I’m breaking all the rules, and I currently give all of zero fucks.
I slide another finger into her for a snug fit, and she gasps as I fill her. I fuck her with my fingers, eat at her with my mouth until her body is vibrating, practically convulsing. Goddammit she’s so responsive it’s fucking with my dick—which is just about ripping through the damn velvet pants. With my cock aching to be inside her, I increase the pressure on her clit, slick my tongue over her silky sweetness as I change the tempo of my finger.
“Oh, Santa,” she cries out as she releases on a shudder. “I’m…” her words fall off as her body lets go, her muscles clenching and squeezing my finger so tight, I can feel it all the way to my cock. She moves her legs, spreads them wider and that’s when the copier lights up.
Shit, she must have hit the start button.
The sound blocks out her cries, and the room lights up. Fortunately, I’m still between her legs and she can’t see my face. I continue to eat at her, lick her clean, and savor every fucking drop, wanting the taste of her on my tongue, a week from tomorrow.
When he muscles finally stop spasming, and the copier whirrs to a stop, draping us in darkness once again, I lift my face and press my forehead to hers.
She’s breathing hard, and her sweet breath falls over me. There is a hint of laugher in her voice when she says, “I think we just made copies of my ass.”
I chuckle with her, even though I’m in total agony. “I know. Your boss would have your ass for that.”
“Then he can’t ever know,” she whispers.
“Speaking of your ass, though,” I say and grab her and lift her from the copy machine. I turn her around, and slide my hand over her lush backside and she wiggles for me. “Tonight when you were on my lap, this ass gave me a hard on.”
She giggles. “Really?”
“Yeah, really and you’re lucky I didn’t bite that goddamn bell off your nipple.”
She reaches around her body runs her hands over my thighs, and my skin burns everywhere she touches. “Santa, I had no idea you were so bad.”
Bad?
Well I used to be bad. Truthfully, I had a reputation growing up, but put my bad boy ways behind me when I graduated college and stepped into the role of owner and CEO. Fuck man, I’d forgotten how much I missed having fun.
I really do have a stick up my ass.
I slide my hands around her body, cup her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. Her head falls back against my chest and her little moan of pleasure fills me with a desperate sort of need—one I’ve never quite felt before.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl into her ear.
“I want that, too.” She turns to face me, and undoes the belt at my waist. She grabs the pillows that came with the suit, and tosses them aside. Making quick work of my clothes, she slides my jacket off my shoulders, and pulls the belt on my pants. They fall to the floor in a whoosh. One small hand goes to my hard cock, and she strokes the length of it through my boxers.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Santa.”
“You think?”
“While I like the small package you gave me earlier, this is the package I really want.”
“You seemed to like that small package.”
“I’m going to like unwrapping this big one better.”
I grip her long hair, twirl it around my hand three times and bring her mouth back to mine. I kiss her harder this time, hard enough to leave a bruise, but something about this sweet girl’s, behind closed doors naughtiness, brings out the animal in me, the bad boy I’d left behind years ago.
She moans, clearly liking this side of me, and with my other hand I release her bra and toss it aside. “I’ve been thinking,” she says breathlessly. “It’s not really fair that Santa does all the giving.” In a move that catches me by surprise, she drops to her knees, tugs on my boxers and licks my crown.
Sweet mother of God.
She runs her tongue along the long length of me, and I tremble. Fuck that is good. She moans and teases me with her tongue, but I’m desperate for her to wrap her lips around me. I let her play with me a little longer, then tug her hair.
“Open our mouth.”
She makes a sexy noise at my command. My sweet little manager likes when I boss her around, order her to do things. Interesting.
With my eyes adjusted to the dark, I take her in as she obeys my order. Her mouth widens and I jerk my hips forward. She takes me deep, to the back of her throat and I’m pretty goddamn sure I just died and gone to heaven. “Fuck, Eden,” I growl as she works her mouth over my. She slides a hand between my legs and cups my balls, massaging them gently. A deep growl crawls from my throat. Good fucking thing the music is blaring in the boardroom.
I hold her hair as she moves, taking me to the back of her throat. I’m wired so tight, if she keeps that up I’m going to shoot a load down her throat and no way am I ready to be done with her. No, I need my cock inside her. I need to fuck her long and hard up against the copier, need to get my fill of her tonight so tomorrow I can get back on track.
I gently tug on her hair and she gives a disapproving moan as I bring her to her feet. I turn her, place my hand on her back and bend her forward until her sweet tits are pressed against the glass copier.
Her skirt is still around her waist, and I shove a foot between hers to kick them open.
“Santa!” she says, and I grin.
“Santa gives, but sometimes he takes what he wants too, and what he wants sweet Eden, is to be buried deep inside you.” I push a finger into her slickness and she whimpers, her hands gripping the edge of the copier. “You ready for that, bad girl.”
“Oh, yes.”
I grab my pants from the chair I’d left them on, and dig into my wallet, praying I still have a condom tucked inside. I dig deep, and almost scream Halleluiah when I find one. I rip into it, sheathe my cock, and stroke my hand over the long length of my hard on as I position it at her opening. I take a breath, then another, because I’m pretty sure the second I enter her, I’ll never quite be the same. I grip her hips, give her an inch, and her hands curl into fists.
“Santa please. Fuck me. Hard.”
“Bad girls don’t get to ask Santa for anything,” I tease.
“If I promise to be nice instead of naughty will you give me what I want?”
“Maybe I like you naughty,” I say, the sweet/naughty contradiction of my newly hired public relations manager messing with my ability to think with any sort of clarity.
“I can be both,” she says. “Good in the day and bad at night.”
My mind takes a second to visual her walking around the office all demure in the day,
and bending over to pick pencils off my floor at night when we’re the only two in the building working late.
“Yeah, I like that.” I grip her hips harder, my fingertips biting into her flesh and in one quick thrust I drive into her. Motherfucker. She gasps as I fill her and I damn near pass out as her warm heat wraps around my dick—and heart—pulling me into a place I’ve never been before, a place I shouldn’t go with an employee.
Okay, yeah fucking this sweet girl is all kinds of wrong, but goddammit, it feels all kinds of right. I pull almost all the way out, and glide back in again, seating myself high, and going still for a moment. I don’t want to move. I want to stay exactly like this until Christmas morning, next year.
But she has other plans. She rears back, and if I weren’t holding on to her hips so hard, I’d have faltered. I inch out, and slam back in again, our moans mingling as we fuck without inhibition in the copier room.
“You feel so good,” I growl, and lean over her to taste her skin. I kiss her back, run my tongue along her spine as my dick fills her. We rock together, creating a rhythm like old time lovers, like we instinctively know what the other needs. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, I’m not going to last. Then again, maybe it has more to do with the woman I’m with that’s taking me to the point of no return in record time.
I slide a hand around her, run my finger over her sopping wet clit, and she shudders once more.
“Santa, I’m…coming. Please don’t stop.” She whimpers and purrs as I pound into her, drawing out each hard pulse. Fuck I love the little bedroom sounds she makes when she comes for me. Me. Kellan Bites. Not Santa. Next time, I’m going to make sure she knows it’s me doing this to her.
Wait, what, there isn’t going to be a next time, dude.
Her pussy squeezes my cock as she comes and comes, like her release has been years in the building. Maybe it was. Fuck. Mine sure as hell was. Her liquid heat scorches me, and I struggle to hang on, until I’ve wrung out every last clench of pleasure from her body. She goes a bit limp and I drive into her, stilling as I release his inside.
“I feel you,” she cries out as her hands grasp for something to clench on to but once again she hits the start button and the machine kicks in, lighting up her face as it makes numerous copies of her breasts.
“Ohmigod, I think I just went blind.”
“It’s that good huh?” Honestly, if I weren’t in the middle of shooting my load off, this would be kind of funny.
I hear her giggle, and I let out a grunt as I completely deplete myself. I fall over her, and her vibrations go through me.
I press my mouth to her ear, and her laughing stops. “Did you do that on purpose? A souvenir for me,” I ask.
“You already have my panties,” she says.
“Saw that did you?”
“Yes, and no way are you taking home copies of my ass or breasts.”
“Think you can stop me,” I tease, as I slowly pull my cock from her beautiful warm body. A shudder wracks my body as I remove the condom, and wrap it in a piece of copier paper to dispose of later. “Do you have something in your purse I can clean you up with.” She goes quiet for a moment. “Eden?”
“Yes. I have tissue.”
“Do you want to grab them, or do you want me too.” I’d never go into a woman’s purse without her permission.
“I don’t think my legs work yet.”
I grin, loving that I’ve done this to her. I like seeing little Eden spent and happy.
I want to see Kellan happy.
Well, looks like a few of her Christmas wishes came true because I haven’t felt this happy in…ever.
Shit.
I reach into her purse, and find the tissue but when I pull it out something comes with it and brushes my leg as it sails to the floor. I’ll grab it after I flick the lights on. I step back to her, and run my hand between her legs.
“Ooh,” she says. “Keep that up, and Santa might never get back to the North Pole tonight.”
I chuckle, clean her up, and fix her skirt. “Can you stand now?”
“Yes.”
I lift her from the copier, knowing I’ll never be able to look at the damn machine again without getting a fucking hard on.
“I don’t think we should leave this room together,” she whispers.
“You go first. I need to get dressed, anyway.”
Her clothes rustle as she shifts. “Let me grab the copies. Can you imagine if they fell into the wrong hands?”
“Like Kellan’s?” I ask. Yeah, my hands were definitely the wrong one for Eden, but fuck, now that I’ve tasted her, touched her, why do I suddenly want to convince her they’re the right hands.
But that’s never going to happen.
3
Eden
Eden
“You wanted to see me?” I say as I knock on Kellan’s open office door, a smile on my face despite it being nine o’clock on a Monday morning.
He shoves something into his desk drawer and shuts it quickly. “Have a seat please.”
I smooth my hand over my skirt, and walk into his plush office, all decorated in dark woods and expensive furnishings. The town house I rent would fit in here. I sit in one of the chair across from him and cross my ankles.
His eyes meet mine, and my breath comes a little faster.
“The party went well, don’t you think?” he says, and leans back in his chair.
As he stretches out, I try to keep my eyes on his face and off the way his very expensive suit stretches across his hard body. “Very well. Everyone seemed very happy, and this morning I heard the kids had a great time.”
“Santa did a good job with giving out the presents? You were pleased with him?”
“Yes,” I say trying not to sound breathless as the memories come flooding back. I still can’t believe I told Santa so many secrets, had sex with him in the copier room. “Santa was…amazing.”
I glance away for a minute, to pull myself together but when I look back at my boss, my blood rushes faster. What the hell? Did Kellan’s lips just quirk? I do a double take, sure I’m mistaken. Kellan Bites never smiles.
“Are you happy here, Eden?”
Ohmigod, what is going on? I’m not getting fired am I?
Panicked, I sit up a little straighter, and fold my hands on my lap. I worked so hard for this job. The competition was fierce and they took a gamble hiring someone right out of college. I shouldn’t have had sex with Santa. I should have stopped at two glasses of champagne. Then again, I can’t blame what I did on the alcohol. I wanted to be naughty, just once in my life, and truthfully, there was something about Santa that reminded me of my boss.
“Yes, very. Why?” I ask quickly.
His gaze moves over my ugly sweater, and I try not to fidget under his darkening eyes. “You feel you’re being compensated properly.”
“Yes, you pay me very well. I can’t complain.”
“If you need anything, you can come to me, or human resources. I want you to know that.”
I nod. “Might I ask where this is all coming from?” Does he think I can’t afford nicer clothes? That I’ve been reduced to buying funny—somewhat ugly—sweaters, from the local thrift store? He’d be right, but it’s not because he doesn’t pay me well.
He opens his mouth, and then closes it again as he taps a pencil on his desk, like he’s trying to choose his words carefully. Truthfully, this kind of behavior is odd for my boss. From what I’ve seen, Kellan is a man who comes right out and says what’s on his mind. Why is he hedging now?
Just then laugher erupts down the hall, near the lunchroom. He looks past my shoulders. “Any idea what’s going on out there?”
“None,” I say an turn around to see James, one of the interns hired to help out with the Christmas rush, holding a piece of paper and laughing with a few of the guys as they make their way to their desks. My heart jumps into my throat and my head jerks back around to find Kellan climbing to his feet.
> Please God don’t let that paper be what I think it might be.
My mind races back to the copier. I gathered all those images up, and shoved them in my purse before leaving the room. But what if I’d missed one. It was dark. What if one fell behind the copier and James found it.
I take a quick breath and let it out slowly. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s probably just a joke, not my naked body.
But still…
“I’ll go see,” I say and jump up to block Kellan. He stills for a moment, and his head dips. My God, the man has the nicest face.
“Have a seat, Eden. I’m not quite finished with you.”
“No…I….really. I’ll see what’s going on and come right back in.”
Smoothing his tie over his crisp white shirt, he steps past me, and instead of following my boss’s orders and sitting back down, I hurry after him.
“Something funny?” he asks James.
James’s smile dissolves and he tucks the paper behind his back. His colleagues bolt, leaving him to fend for himself. Nice colleagues.
“No nothing,” he says.
Kellan holds his hand out, palm up. “Pass it over.”
“Shit,” James mumble under his breath, and when Kellan takes the photo and I see the angry look spreading across his handsome face, all the blood in my body drains to my toes.
I am so getting fired.
Then again, he’s never seen my breasts before, can’t know their mine. Right?
“Where did you get this,” Kellan barks, and James shrinks into himself.
“Copier room. I was making—”
Kellan’s face goes hard, the muscles along his jaw rippling as he clenches. Not quite the reaction I expected. Then again, I guess I really had no idea how he’d react. It’s not like this sort of thing happens everyday around here.
“And you thought you’d show it around the office?” he asks James.
“Well, yeah.”
“Do you have any idea who did this?” Kellan’s gaze slides my way, moving over my ugly Christmas sweater like he’s sizing up my breasts, I fold my arms and hug myself.
