Santa's Perfect Package: A Collection of Holiday Romances

by KB Winters

  “I have a few ideas about what we can do until the food arrives,” I purred. Yep, I fucking purred. “Starting with that drink.”

  Nick turned, steel jaw clenched tight, nostrils flaring as he stalked my way. Stopping just before me, he shoved the heavy crystal tumbler in my hand and used my surprise to spear his fingers in my hair, pressing his lips to my neck and smoothing open-mouth kisses along the column of my neck. It felt divine and my head fell back, allowing him greater access to any strip of skin he wanted to taste. Touch. Explore. “You sure?”

  I nodded and licked my lips before I knocked back the neat, amber liquid, groaning at the trail of heat burning my insides. “More than sure. Absolutely fucking certain.” He dove in again, lips clashing with mine as he kissed me hard and fast, making my lips tingle in a way that shot bolts of lust through every inch of my body. I gave in to the pleasure, the lust. My lips were swollen and I tried to climb his big body. “Damn, your kisses make me crazy.”

  He chuckled and scooped me into his arms, groaning when I crossed my legs behind him and brought my wet, dripping pussy right against his denim covered cock. “This time Harley, I’m going to lay you out and see how many times I can make you come before the food arrives.”

  Now that was the promise a girl hoped for. A shiver slid through me and he flashed a satisfied grin. “Do your worst, Mr. Steele.”

  Blue eyes darkened at my breathy but obedient words as he laid me on the bed tenderly, like I was a cherished possession. His lips slid over my skin starting with the tops of my feet, my ankles. “My worst is going to make you feel damn good.”

  “I have no doubt.” By the time his mouth reached behind my knee, I knew he was well on his way to keeping his promise.

  Which only made him more appealing.

  Dammit.

  Chapter Six

  Nick

  Four. That was how many times I made her come fifteen minutes before the food arrived, and I felt like a fucking superhero. Like I’d tackled some great feat. But watching Harley come apart, over and over, those breathy moans and the way her voice cracked when the pleasure was too much, had been all the encouragement I needed. She’d been powerless to stop or slow down the pleasure to prolong it, all she could do was submit to the pleasure and the desire I stirred within her. It was a heady fucking feeling to have a woman want me so much. So genuinely.

  I’d done my best to focus only on Harley. Nothing but Harley because she’d never had sex before and tonight was, mostly, about her. But my cock was hard and leaking, hungry to be deep inside her tight pussy again, no matter how sore she was. Maybe after orgasm number five.

  “Nick, please. Nick,” she moaned from somewhere deep, head thrashing back and forth even as her hips thrust against my face.

  But I wasn’t ready for her to come. Not yet. “Please, what Harley?” Before she could answer though, I licked her long and slow, starting way too low for her comfort, moving up, licking the edges of her opening and all the way up to the bundle of nerves throbbing for attention.

  “Oh, fuck yes. Yes! Yes! Fuck, yeah Nick!”

  My cock leaked like a fucking faucet at her sounds, at the way her pussy continued to flood my finger and my mouth as I fucked and sucked her. She clenched around my finger and I pulled back, replacing the finger with my tongue. Harley’s screams intoxicated me, turned me on. I held her thighs wide and kissed her pretty pink pussy, long and slow and hard until that sexy, virginal mouth said the filthiest things to me.

  “Dammit, Nick. I want you to let me come. Please!”

  I laughed as I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking so the vibrations from my laughter shot through her as two fingers speared her hard and fast. Her fingers curled around my hair, tugging hard enough to sting as she fucked my face until her orgasm subsided. My tongue slowed as aftershocks made her tremble, and a low, deep laugh began.

  “God, Nick! Damn you! You’re a magician, I swear!” She laughed again, sucking in air between the sexy sounds. “I’ve never been able to make myself come like that.”

  As if my dick wasn’t hard enough, I now had images of Harley, flat on her back with her legs spread wide as her own fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, coated in her juices.

  “Maybe I’ll show you how to get a better result. Later.” Maybe later I could get her to play with that swollen, wet pussy for me.

  She laughed and her dark gaze slid to my cock, making him twitch at the hunger he saw there. Her lush mouth parted in surprise. Want. “Five for me now and none for you. I have a request for our last,” she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “thirteen minutes or more.”

  My jaw clenched. What else could I give her? “What is it?”

  “That,” she pointed at my leaking cock. “I want to suck your cock and I want you to show me how to do it just how you like it.”

  I groaned, looking up at the ceiling like it would magically offer up some more patience, but her small hand wrapped around my length and all rational thoughts were gone. I wanted nothing more than those plump lips wrapped around my cock as her hazel eyes looked up to me. “Say it again,” I told her as my hand covered hers, showing her just how tight to hold me, how to squeeze me.

  “I want to suck your cock.” Her gaze never left mine and I could see that, mixed with the gold flecks, her eyes were several shades of green, darkening with desire with each passing moment. Without waiting for more guidance, Harley leaned over and flicked her tongue over the slit, tentative as first but with more confidence as she noted my reaction.

  “Flatten your tongue, oh fuck, just like that.” Her mouth was hot and wet, plump lips providing the perfect amount of friction. “Oh shit!” The tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat and then she swallowed around me. “Oh fuck, Harley.” I was close, but it felt too good to come so soon.

  My hips jerked, sending me farther down her throat, but she just moaned her own pleasure, one hand squeezing my ass and urging me on. I let her lead for a few minutes, my fingers rested in a tangled mess of hair as my hips moved on their own. She seemed to enjoy the way I fucked her face because she hadn’t stopped moaning or mewling the whole time. She pulled back and looked up at me. “Were you this turned on when you licked my pussy?”

  “I don’t know.” Curious to see how turned on she was, I bent and slid two fingers between her legs. “Fuck,” I bit out as her pussy sucked on my fingers, leaving them coated and creamy. “Yep,” was all I said as I licked my fingers clean.

  With a shiver she sank back onto the bed in front of my kneeling body and took me in her mouth again, licking me all around. “It’s like I can’t stop,” she moaned and deep-throated me.

  “Fuck.” I couldn’t stand it anymore. Picking her up by the waist, I laid flat on my back and brought her on top of me so her pussy hovered right over my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep inside her as she took all of me, deep and dirty. Wet.

  “Nick,” she moaned around my cock in her mouth as her hips began to move, rubbing back and forth against my face from nose to chin, in search of her own pleasure. Lost in ecstasy, Harley fucked me with her mouth and her pussy and I knew I didn’t stand a chance against her inexperienced pleasure seeking. She found a thread she liked and pulled and pulled until her orgasm dripped from her pussy and my own filled her throat.

  “Careful, Harley,” I tried to warn but she took me so deep I felt her tongue on my balls. “Oh fuck, Harley!” My hips jerked, sending me deeper and her only response was to swallow, providing even more friction and prolonging my orgasm.

  She continued to lick and suck—slower, thankfully—while her hips slowly moved. I captured her clit in my mouth and pulled. Hard. “Oh, Nick!” That orgasm released a flood of liquid so powerful I had to turn my head away as she jerked and convulsed before her entire body went slack. “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?” She tried to scramble off me but it was more of a dead roll. “Did I?”

  I grinned. “You did and it was fucking hot. I’ve never made a woman come so
hard she squirt like that.” She looked mortified but this moment would fuel my fantasies for months, maybe years to come. “How did I get so lucky?”

  She grinned sheepishly. “Genetic lottery. You’re hot as hell, you know. And a magician.”

  I laughed and pulled her close, letting my hands—and fingers—roam her exhausted body. “That’s a blow job I won’t forget anytime soon,” I told her. “You can suck me off whenever you like.”

  Her own laugh sounded tired but still amused. “Considering how wet it got me, I just might take you up on it.” She yawned and moments later her breathing was slow and even. Asleep.

  The doorbell rang and I grinned.

  Six orgasms and I put her to sleep.

  Yeah, I could definitely eat.

  Chapter Seven

  Harley

  “I’m just a temp right now but I’m saving up to finish my last year of my degree.” I hated talking about my job and education, or the lack of both, but with a man as accomplished as Nick Steele it felt even more pitiful.

  There was no judgment in his blue eyes, just a proud kind of smile. “What kind of degree?”

  “Marketing and business. I’d like to work in the creative department here or at a similar company. Not that I’m angling for a job.”

  He frowned. “I didn’t think you were. But I could make you a full-time, non-temp staff. You won’t get paid as much but you’ll qualify for company scholarships after ninety days.”

  “I’ve already been here six months. But you’re not doing this because we slept together, are you?”

  “In a way, yes. I mean I wouldn’t have known any of this if you hadn’t seduced me.” He arched a brow and grinned. “But no. I had to work my way through school, too, so I understand.” His blue eyes were kind and gentle.

  I accepted his answer. “Why did you start this company? Did you have a deep-seated need to be rich?”

  “Don’t we all?” he joked. “No, smart ass. I happen to be an excellent negotiator, deal-maker and solution-finder. Someone offered me an opportunity to invest in his startup. Of all the business interests that I’d checked out, this one allowed me the best mix of all that, plus something new all at the same time. Later, I bought his company when he wanted to go off and do his own thing. The rest is history.”

  “I hope you gave him a tin of cookies or a small island or something, for being so spot on.”

  He laughed and I closed my eyes, letting the sound wash over me as I tried to remember the last time I’d done this with a man. Just sat and talked. Laughed.

  “I did better than that. I offered up a grant for his research a few years ago. Now he’s doing just as well for himself.”

  “See?” I laughed and pointed at the pink staining his cheeks. “Nice guy. Don’t fight it, Nick.” He was a nice guy and I hoped he could see that about himself, but I needed to remind myself that it didn’t matter how nice he was. This was sex with a little conversation thrown in between orgasms. I couldn’t afford to fall for a guy like him. Compared to the women he’d dated, I was an unaccomplished temp worker.

  “I’m not fighting it. I just don’t flaunt it.”

  That was true and I nodded, setting the carton of spicy duck and noodles on the table and wincing as I came in contact with the sofa.

  “Sore?”

  “Maybe a little.”

  “Damn, I should’ve realized,” he mumbled to himself and stood, walking quickly down the hall, leaving me to stare after him with a frown. Was he upset that he wouldn’t have more sex? Should I leave? I scanned the sparse living room until my gaze landed on one of those fancy numberless clocks. Almost three hours had passed since I took the elevator up with that plate of desserts. Hell, maybe that was a long time for a one-night stand. Shannon didn’t usually show up until the next afternoon. I stood, wondering where my dress was when Nick walked back in, scowling.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I uh, thought that maybe I had overstayed my welcome.”

  His scowl darkened. “I’ll let you know when that happens. Come.” He was so dark and demanding, I’d seriously lose my feminist card if I admitted how much I liked it.

  I took his hand and followed him down the hall to the large master suite where he’d loved me until I had slipped into a deep, forty-minute sleep. He pulled me into the bathroom, stopping in front of an oversized Jacuzzi tub. The mosaic tile made the water a hypnotizing shade of blue and orange blossoms wafted from the steam rising around us. “You didn’t have to do this, Nick.” It was sweet and I felt myself becoming emotional. Too emotional so I buried my face in his chest, hiding it behind a hug.

  He wrapped his arms around me and dropped a kiss on top of my head. “And you didn’t have to share something so special with me, but you did. Get on in,” he said and smacked my ass. I felt a tingle begin between my legs and moaned, remembering that I still hadn’t seen my panties anywhere.

  “You coming?”

  Nick wore a sultry smile that worked like a siren’s call for my nipples as he pushed down his jeans, revealing a cock that was half ready for action. Again. He stepped inside the tub, the springy hairs on his chest brushing against my nipples until I gasped. Then he sat, pulling me down between his legs. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I let out a sound that was half laugh and half moan as I leaned into his broad chest. “So good. I rarely take baths but this I could do regularly.” I moaned again when his hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest to cup my breasts, catching the nipples between his middle and ring fingers, applying the barest hint of pleasure until I moaned.

  “I love your body. All these curves and the weight of your tits. This smooth slope of your waist, so small in comparison to your round ass.” He kept up the sweet and dirty talk as he rubbed me all over, using soap that smelled like him. “You are so small, so delicate, yet all woman.” He reached down and caressed my thighs, massaging them gently. “I wish I could be inside you right now.”

  I wished that too, more than anything. But I was sore as fuck, and I’d probably need something for the pain. Later. Much, much later. Right now I wanted to feel everything. “Me too,” I groaned and let my head fall back when one thick finger slid between my folds in an up and down motion that teased me. Two fingers slid up and down, back and forth over my clit until it was swollen and throbbing, I was panting and moving my hips like a wanton little hussy. Sore—yet hungry—was a sad place to be with his big, thick cock growing literally right at my back. “Nick.”

  “Yes, Harley? What do you need?”

  “More. I need more,” I told him, moving clumsily and splashing water everywhere as I tried to face him. “Finally,” I told him with an embarrassed laugh as I fitted our bodies together perfectly, though not fully. “That’s much better. It’s not everything, but your cock feels so good.”

  His arms banded around me and he licked my earlobe. “I think that’s my line.” He held me tight, hips moving so his cock slid right between my folds, hitting my clit over and over, increasing the pressure and speed until I began to pant. Ground against him. Nick grinned and captured my mouth in a rough kiss that was equal parts possession and sex. His five o’clock shadow was several hours old, brushing against my skin roughly and adding to my pleasure. His tongue danced with mine, teased it and owned it while our bodies rubbed against one another in a search for release. Satisfaction. Ecstasy.

  “Nick,” I moaned. “How?”

  “Good,” he chuckled through clenched teeth. “It’s not just me.” His words came out rough, ragged under the strain of holding off his orgasm.

  So I pulled it out of him, grabbing his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging as I increased the pressure against his thick cock. A moan sounded from somewhere deep inside me and I felt my body let go, shatter and convulse in his arms as my core drenched him. “Oh, Nick!”

  He was silent for a second or two and then, I felt his body jerk, felt the warm spurts of come that spilled between us. Then he groaned, or mayb
e even growled, then shouted my name right before he sank his teeth into my shoulder and let the second wave take him completely. Nick Steele coming undone was a sight to behold, but being in his arms when he did it, being the thing that kept him from floating away, that was the real prize.

  I held his hand against my chest, stroking his hair and his neck until we both breathed normally. He dried us both off and took me back to bed. We didn’t have sex but there were a couple more orgasms before we passed out.

  My dreams were filled with more nights like this one, wrapped up in a pair of strong capable arms. Those dreams turned scary when the sun shone brightly, and we did things like walk in parks holding hands and having candlelit dinners at romantic Italian restaurants. Even the dream version of me knew something was wrong.

  Chapter Eight

  Nick

  The sun would be up soon, less than two hours was my guess, and I needed to go down and check on the party. But with a soft, sexy woman wrapped around me, why in the hell would I ever get up? I buried my face in Harley’s hair. She was a revelation. The perfect mix of innocent and wild. I couldn’t get enough of her, even now, in sleep I had to touch her, be next to her, inhale her sweet scent. She had no idea how sexy, how appealing she was. How would I let her go in just a few hours?

  She stirred, stretched and turned to me with a sleepy, sexy smile. “Hey.”

  Her smile was infectious and I pulled her closer, sliding my mouth over hers in a kiss that was a classic slow burn. My cock immediately responded to the way her lips and tongue glided against mine, even though it shouldn’t. She was too sore. For fuck’s sake, she’d been a virgin just a few hours ago and already I had fucked her too many times. “Hey,” I said as I pulled back. “How are you feeling?”