by Fox, Cathryn
“Right.” He dips his finger into the tub. He rubs it over one nipple as he massages the other breast.
“Ohh…” A little cry catches in my throat as my sensitized nipples tighten and tingle. He dips his head, laps at the chocolate, then pulls my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, so hard the sensations travel all the way to warm spot between my legs.
I tug at his shirt, desperate to see him naked, to have my tongue on his body.
“Is this what you want?” he ask, as he stands and pulls his shirt over his head.
“My God,” I say as I take in his hard body.
Am I in over my head with this man?
He laughs, but I’m trembling with the need to touch him. I squirm on the coffee table. “Kellan,” I whisper, and lift my eyes to his. Our gazes collide, hold, the heat in his eyes doing the most insane things to me. I take in a breath, unable to fill my lungs, as every fantasy I had about this man rushes through my brain.
If I pinched myself would I wake up, find out this was a dream?
Don’t pinch yourself.
“Touch me, Eden.” Arousal deepens his voice, and I nod. But when I don’t move, can’t seem to get my brain and body working in synch, he reaches for my hands and puts them on his chest. I revel in the hard ridges, and deep grooves. Between my legs my panties grow wet, and I’m sure if he doesn’t soon touch me there, I might melt into his carpet.
Driven by need, I explore his body, lean forward and run my tongue over his skin. His salty taste dances on my tongue, and, judging by the sounds he’s making, the little moan catching in my throat seems to drive him a crazy. Some working brain cell reminds me of the chocolate. I dip my finger into the tub, run it along the fine line of hairs leading south. His body shakes under my touch, like his control is on thin ice. I lick a path down his stomach, and he grips my hair, coiling it around his hand three times. The gesture is familiar, and takes my mind back to Friday night. I’ve not been with a lot of men, so I quickly pass it off as a guy thing since I’ve already establish Santa and Kellan are two different people.
He steps closer to me, and my tongue slides lower until it reaches the band on his pants. Dammit.
His fingers tug on my hair as his other hand reaches for the button but I stop him. “Let me.” His cock is pushing hard against the fabric as I pop the button, and pull down his zipper.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, like he’s in total agony.
I grip his pants, and give then a tug until his cock springs free. “Oh,” I say, totally impressed with his size and girth. Something niggles in the back of my mind, but all thoughts are forgotten when he grips the base of his cock and strokes. Juices pearl on the end.
“Open your mouth,” he says, a soft command.
His demands echo through me, and he sucks in a sharp breath when I stick my tongue out and catch the creamy pearl. I taste it, savor it on the tip of my tongue and moan in delight, eager for more.
“Holy, fuck,” he murmurs.
I inch back, and look up at him. “Way better than the chocolate,” I say, and he grips his hair, and tugs. His hips jerk forward and I close my lips over his crown, taking him to the back of my throat. His curses reach my ears and fill me with a kind of satisfaction I’ve never before experienced.
“You are so good at that,” he groans. “But I need my mouth between your legs.”
Yes, please…
A quick tug on my shoulder and I’m standing on shaky legs, inching my chin up to see his beautiful face. He cups my cheek, presses his mouth to mine again and in a move that surprise me, lifts me clear from the floor and takes me to this room. The second we’re inside, he kicks the door shut, and sets me on my feet.
His body presses me into the closed door and he kisses me deeply, a raw hunger that excites and frightens me at the same time. He’s starving, almost savage as his greedy hand roam my body, touching, squeezing, a lethal exploration that speaks of primal need.
Have I ever had a man want me this bad?
Then again, have I ever wanted anyone the way I want him?
“I need my tongue on every inch of your body,” he says.
“What about the chocolate?”
“Fuck the chocolate,” he says and sinks to his knees.
“Yeah, fuck the chocolate,” I whisper, and his soft rumble of laughter against my stomach vibrates through me.
He unties the track pants, and they fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing buy my panties. His for the taking.
Please take me.
“Pretty,” he whispers, and in one quick thrust he rips the material from my hips, and shoves them into his pants, which are still clinging to his hips. He parts my wet lips with his fingers, and the carnal look on his face sends heat rocking through me. With a tap on my thighs, he urges me to widen them, and the second I do his hot wet mouth claims my clit. I suck in a breath, and nearly climax.
“Kellan,” I cry out, and grip his hair as I grind against him. I don’t care how needy and desperate that makes me look. I want this man, he wants me, and I’m pretty certain this is a once shot deal.
As sucks on my clit, his other hand slides between my legs, caressing me with hunger. He pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp at the way he fills me. As my brain completely shuts down, I give myself over to the things he’s doing to me, the way he’s moving his finger in and out, as he sucks my hard nub. The duel assault is more than I can take, and I bend forward as my orgasm comes fast, faster than it ever has before. I gasp, and hang on to Kellan as I concentrate on the points of pleasure between my legs.
He stays between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me, and circling my clit as I pant and try to catch my breath.
“I want you on my bed, wide open for me.”
“Yes,” I murmured but my legs are so weak to move. As desperate as I am to spread myself wide for him, no way will I be able to walk to his bed.
“Tonight you’re mine. Tonight I fucking own you. Got it.”
I try to speak, to form more than a one word sentence. “I…I…” He chuckles against my sex, and my body grows needy for him all over again.
What am I turning in to?
He inserts a finger high inside me, touching me in a new way, an possessive way that surprises me, but lets me know he’s right. Tonight this man owns me. I belong only to him. But come tomorrow, then what? How can I ever be with another man after Kellan? But how can we be together? He climbs up my body, and his lips find mine.
“You’re sweeter than any chocolate,” he whispers into my mouth. I kiss him, taste myself on his lips.
“So do you,” I say, and his soft whisper turns into a primal growl. “I need my cock inside you.
He picks me up again, carries me to his bed, and gently sets me down. I point to his pants. “You’re overdressed.”
He grins. “That’s an easy fix.” He kicks his pants off in record time, and stands before me, his cock hard and eager. “You want me?” he asks. “You want my cock inside you?”
I crook my finger, and he steps closer. “I want your cock inside me,” I say, and he grabs a condom from his nightstand. He sheathes himself quickly, and falls over me, balancing on his elbows so he doesn’t squish me. Big hands go to my hair, and he caresses the damp strands from my face.
“Eden,” he begins, his jaw tight. He opens his mouth, like he wants to say something, but then closes it again.
Right now, I don’t need words. I just need to feel him inside me. It’s almost as if my damn life depends on it. I lift my hips and his crown pushes against my wet sex.
“Please Kellan. I need you.”
He groans, his muscles flexing as he sinks in an inch. “That feels so good,” he murmurs, and buries his face in my neck. His mouth is hot against my skin, and I lift my hips a little more, letting him know in no uncertain terms what I want.
In one quick thrust he enters me, and I grab the bedding and gasp. He drives home, burying himself deeply, filling me completely.
I wrap my legs around him, and squeeze tight, never wanting him to leave my body. It’s insane, I know. But I could stay here with Kellan like this until Christmas morning. Then my wish to Santa really would have come true.
His grunts are soft, as he presses into me, caging me between his hard body and the mattress, then goes complexly still inside me. My body relaxes, adjusts to his girth, ready for anything he wants to give me. And the truth is, I want it all with Kellan.
His flesh grows moist beneath my hands, his rapid breaths hot on my flesh. I touch him all over, pull him close as I splay my fingers wide to caress every inch of his skin, yet I still can’t seem to get close enough.
“You’re so hot and wet, I’m not going to last,” he murmurs.
“I want it hard and fast, Kellan.”
He moves his hips, powers in and out of me, giving me exactly what I asked for. He sinks into me, all hard and hot flesh filling me up, only to pull out again. The friction burns me from the inside out, and I writhe beneath him, savoring every hard thrust.
He cups my face, holds my head still so I can’t look anywhere but at his face. I take in his features, let them burn into my memory. Kellan is a good man, a caring boss despite what everyone thinks, and the greatest of lover.
The perfect trifecta.
I am in so much trouble here. I swallow against the tightening of my throat. I shouldn’t let my heart get involved. Deep inside, I know that, but goddammit, there is so much to this man, so much kindness in him—kindness that he hides—how can I not give myself over to my feelings? To be honest, from the second I set eyes on him, I wanted him, and tonight, when he opened up personally, and I saw a little boy lost look in his eyes, he seeped deeper into my heart.
“Kellan,” I whisper, as my body grows tight, another orgasm pulling at me. “I’m…” My words fall off as my body ripples, my sex clenching hard around his cock.
“I feel you,” he says, and continues to pump into me, until he’s releasing high inside me. My eyes never leave his, and it’s as if every thrust is bringing us closer and closer together, and not just physically. From the look in his eyes, it’s easy to tell he’s feeling this thing—whatever it might be—between us every bit as much as I am.
Even if he is, where can we possible go from here?
6
Kellan
Morning light creeps into the room and memories of last night flash through my mind. I jackknife up, and reach for Eden, only to find her side of the bed empty, the blankets cold to the touch.
Motherfucker.
I kick my sheets off and go searching for her, even though my gut tells me she’s long gone, hopped on a bus and headed home to avoid an awkward morning after. We’d broken the rules last night. We’re both very aware of that. But the truth is, I’ve been crazy about Eden since I first set eyes on her. She’s sweet, kind and giving, so different from any woman I’ve ever known. Not only had she brought me back to life, she reminded me what fun was. But past mistakes kept me from going after what I wanted, and what I want is Eden, morning, noon, night…forever.
When a search of my place turns up empty, I grab my phone, an emptiness taking up residency inside me. I toy with my cell, toss it around in my hands, and then shoot off a text to her personal Holiday Haven hotline.
Hi.
Stark naked I pace my living room, and glance at the gorgeous view of the river below, although it seems less spectacular without Eden here to enjoy it with me. The woman has gotten under my skin, and touched me on another level without even trying. But fuck man, I’ve been deceiving her. I should have come right out and told her who I was. Fuck knows I tried last night, but fear of her leaving stopped me. Now this lie between us has become a mountain. I can’t imagine what this kind of deceit would do to her. By rights she should quit her job and kick me in the nuts on the way out the door.
Good morning, Santa. How are you today?
My heart skips a beat when her text comes in. Good, how are you today?
I’m great. Just getting ready for work. You’re up early.
I have parties to get ready for. Santa is very busy this time of year.
I bet you are.
What are you up to today other than work?
I’ll be heading to the Children’s hospital at noon to see Dylan.
My head rears back. Dylan?
Sorry, I though I told you about him. He’s my nephew. He has leukemia.
Sorry to hear that. I didn’t know.
Understanding dawns. That must be where she goes every lunch hour. My heart swells just a little more. How could I ever have doubted her, ever have thought she could be in the same category as my ex, out to deceive me. If I could give myself a good swift kick to the nuts, I would.
Is that why you wear the ugly Christmas sweaters?
Um, how do you know I wear ugly Christmas sweaters?
Shit.
The office party, you had one on that night.
Oh, right.
Whew.
The kids really like them. Hey, do you do hospital visits. The kids would love it.
Sure, I can do that.
I’ll pay you, of course.
Ooh, with what? Another trip to the copier room?
Haha, funny Santa. We are not taking it out in trade. I’m kind of…
Kind of what?
Ugh, why do I keep spilling secrets to you? I stone cold sober, yet I’m still confessing. What is it about you?
I’m Santa. Your secrets are safe with me.
Well, my boss…
Stick in the ass?
Don’t say that.
Right, because you like him.
That’s just it. I do like him. Soooo much.
Then you did what I told you to do last night.
Yes, and it was the best night of my life.
Hey I take offense to that.
LOL. You rocked my world Santa. But my heart belongs to someone else. You know, everyone at work things Kellan is a hard ass, but I could see so much more in him. I think I fell in love with him the first day he called me to his office. He was professional, honest, but underneath it all, there was warmth, compassion…love. I fell for him so damn fast.
My throat squeezes, making it hard to breathe. She’s going to hate me, think I’m a total douchebag when the truth comes out.
Why did you sleep with me?
To be honest, you kind of reminded me of him. I know that’s strange, but there was just something about you.
You sure it wasn’t the champagne?
Positive.
Eden…
Yeah.
(…)
You there, Santa?
I’d be happy to visit the kids for free. We can work out some other kind of payment.
Hey, I told you I’m in love with someone else. I’m not sleeping with you.
She’s in love with me! I’m the luckiest—yet stupidest—man alive.
I wasn’t talking about sex.
Okay, maybe I can do something else for you. Truthfully, I’ve been saving like crazy, trying to buy a present for every child on Dylan’s unit. On top of helping my sister with the medical expenses, I’ve been tapped.
My heart swells with all the things I fee for her, all the sacrifices she’s been making to help others.
I read her next text. So a trade off of sorts would be great. I make a mean chicken noodle soup with ramen noodles, lol.
At least the mystery behind the sweaters and her daily lunch of Ramen Noodles has been solved. But that shit is going to kill her. I make a mental note to order lunch in for the staff every day until Christmas. She’s mine now, and I plan to take care of her, whether she likes it or not.
I type in my next text. What night are you thinking for the party? I’ll have to check my schedule.
Christmas Eve would be the best. But I can’t ask that. It’s probably your busiest night.
I can make it.
Really!!! That would be wonderful, Santa.
On one cond
ition.
Since when does Santa have a condition?
Since right now. You have to be at the Christmas Party too.
Of course I’ll be there. Santa, I really appreciate this.
My pleasure.
Okay, have to run. I don’t want to be late for work.
See you soon, Eden.
I end the call, make a few others as a plan forms, one that’s going to take a bit of time, time I don’t want to be away from Eden, but have no choice. Once done, I jump in the shower. I wash quickly, dress, and make my way to work, arriving before most of the staff. I hurry to the lunchroom to grab a coffee and find Jeremy and Jessica sitting close and whispering, completely oblivious to everyone and anything. I guess he finally turned his attention from Eden to Jessica. Possession races through me when I think about Eden with Jeremy.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad.
I look at the two lovebirds. Is it fair that I have a no fraternizing rule because of my past mistakes? Should I really be keeping young couples apart? Maybe I really am Ebenezer Scrooge when it comes to love. I quietly make my coffee, and leave.
I pace my office, going over everything that happened these last few days, and how I need to make this right with Eden without embarrassing her or having her hate me. I’m been crazy about her for a while, but had been too goddamn chicken shit to do anything about it.
When I hear a jingle in the other room, I walk to my door, and my heart misses a beat as Eden makes her way to her office. A stupid smile pulls at my mouth. Christ I must look like the village idiot, but I am so fucking crazy about her.
I clear my throat and put on my best professional face. “Eden, can I speak to you for a minute.”
She goes still, perfectly still, the bell on her sweater still jingling from her rapid-fire breathing. “Ah, sure. Just let me put my things in my office.”
I hurry back to my chair and wait for her soft knock. When it finally comes I exhale quickly. “Come in.”
Dressed in her ugly sweater and sexy skirt, she sits across from me, and I briefly pinch my eyes shut to dispel the image of her in my clothes.
