Page 28 of Naughty-ish

“Think of my fingers inside you. My thumb on your clit. I bet you’re soaked.”

“Urgh,” I grunt.

His voice.

The thought.

I’m going to come so fast.

“I have my hand around my dick, Holliday, and you know what I’m thinking of?”

“Tell me,” I whisper, then I nearly beg. “Tell. Me.”

“Your hot pussy slicking my dick and then I’m—”

“Ahhh,” I cut him off as the rapid rush of release rips through me like the swiftness of an out-of-control sled sailing off a jump. I’m catching heat despite the chill on my skin, and then I’m soaring.

“Nick,” I groan as I clutch at the phone in one hand and the toy between my legs with the other, giving into the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.

My neighbor phone-talked me through an orgasm.

“Holliday.” His voice hitches, catching as it does as he rounds over my name. He grunts once. Then “Fuuck!”

Silence fills the phone, and my imagination takes me next-door, where he’s clutching at himself, thinking of me, as the rush hits him.

A minute passes before Nick blows out a breath. “Feel better?” he mutters, smokey and satisfied himself.

My only response is to mimic his hums.

“It occurred to me we didn’t have each other’s number and I figured it’s time we shared them. It’s one reason I haven’t called you the past couple of days.”

I snort as I roll to my side, turning off the vibrator and momentarily tossing it on the bed. “If this is how you pass out your number . . .” I don’t want to think about him generously giving out pretty robes and slinky nighties to women everywhere.

“Actually, I just wanted to give you a gift. And to get your number.”

“Why?”

“Tis the season. And I want to change your mind about gifting presents. Doesn’t it feel wonderful to receive one?” His laughter is full of flirtation and afterglow—if a burly man can glow.

“One should never expect a gift, though.” I sound like my mother and the thought pricks the euphoria of what we just did. I drop my voice and whisper, “But thank you.” I am grateful. His present might have been one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received.

“I was wondering if you’d go somewhere with me.”

My mind flips back to the holiday light show. The night was magical. Maybe that kiss meant something to him after all? A woman can dream.

“Where?” I tuck my knees up to my chest and pull the long length of my new robe over them.

“It’s a fundraiser. A party a few firehouses put on for a fellow firefighter. It’s holiday themed. A costume party, actually.”

“By costume, do you mean I should wear the gift you gave me? It hints a little at Mrs. Claus.”

“I doubt the big man’s wife wears such an outfit, and that gift was for your eyes only, unless you ever want to share it with me.”

My gaze flits to the window, even knowing I can’t see his house from my vantage point, but curious all the same, if he wants to see me wearing the luxurious gift he gave me.

“Come with me, Holliday.”

The teenager in me wants to tell him I already did. Instead, I say, “I don’t know what I’d wear. What do people dress up as for a Christmas costume party?”