Page 60 of Naughty-ish

Nick’s smile is the largest I’ve ever seen. White teeth. Gleaming eyes. “And I love you right back, honey.”

His mouth is suddenly on mine, kissing me long and sweet before shifting to heated and spicy.

“I want to wrap you up and then unwrap you. You’ll be my personal Christmas present.”

I hum against his mouth, eager to keep kissing him. “How does that work?”

Nick pauses our kissing fest and catches my gaze. “Undress. Slowly.” He lowers to the edge of my bed, watching me, waiting on me.

I have layers and layers to peel, from my sweater to my long underwear. The striptease isn’t nearly as seductive as he might have hoped as I stumble a few times to tug tight clothing free and I giggle at my clumsiness.

All the while, Nick sits on my bed, a jovial crook on his mouth as he watches me reveal myself. When I’m naked, skin pebbling from both the coolness of the room and the heat in his gaze, Nick pulls a long spool of ribbon from his back pocket.

“Where did that come from?”

“Magic.” He winks as it unrolls, and he stands. “Now, I’m going to wrap you up.”

But I thought— My thoughts scatter as he takes the silky ribbon and runs it along my neck and down my breast, brushing ever so lightly over my nipple, causing the sharp peak to harden even more. My breasts ache, heavy and eager for further attention, but Nick takes his time, running that ribbon over my skin. Along my shoulder and down my arm. Across my waist and up my middle.

“Ready to be naughty, snow lady.”

I shiver at the cool tone of his voice and the hotness of his intentions. “Yes.”

“Turn around.”

I do as he says, and he starts by wrapping the ribbon around my waist, then slowly, intricately, crisscrossing beneath my breasts, trussing up the achy swells, before rounding my neck. He pulls my arms together, pinning my wrists behind me. The ribbon is soft while securing. I’m completely at his mercy.

Next, he surrounds my legs, wrapping them loosely in a downward swirl until my ankles are bound together. I can’t step forward. I can’t lean back. I’m completely immobile.

“You’re doing so good, naughty girl,” Nick mutters behind me once he stands, and I shiver underneath his praise. With an arm around my waist, he spins me around and lowers my upper half for the bed. With my cheek pressed to the mattress, I watch him tug off his shirt and notice his socks are already gone. He hastily unbuckles his belt and tugs it free from his jeans. The sharp snap of leather causes me to flinch.

He drops the belt with a heavy clunk on the hardwood floor. Then he’s popping open the button on his pants and lowering his zipper, revealing his straining length.

Nick drops to his knees behind me, fondling the globes of my backside. “I’m going to lick you like the giant candy cane you are.” The first swipe of his tongue has me shooting forward a bit and preening at the delicious heat. With the red ribbon tying me together, I might look like a peppermint stick. One desperate to be eaten.

Nick doesn’t disappoint. With his mouth on me, in a position I’ve never explored, I’m quick to be sticky and sweet from his attention, groaning and begging for every lick. Near the edge, Nick retreats and I cry out, frantic to reach for him. Only I can’t move. With my arms pinned behind me and my body bent in half, I’m at his mercy.

“Jesus, you look amazing like this.” His voice is smoky and rough as he lowers his jeans and briefs.

I cry out again as the heat of his tip is dragged through swollen folds.

He’s invented the naughty list.

He’s made the top.

And he’s proud of his position of torture.

Then I hear the rip of a packet and I struggle to watch over my shoulder as he covers himself.

Quickly, he’s at my entrance, his tip kissing folds eager to open for him, to take him into me. “Have you been good or bad this year, Holliday?”

“Bad,” I mumble toward the mattress. “So, so bad.”

“Did Santa bring you a lump of coal?” he teases me, sliding the crown against my clit, teasing me.

“No,” I groan.

Nick freezes.