Page 9 of The Christmas Mistake

The hard and deep way he fucks me means it’s a struggle to even get the words out. I can hardly breathe as he rams me like an animal. My body feels like it’s on fire.

“Nicholas.”

I keep repeating his name like it’s a magical spell until he finishes inside me. It’s an eruption of manly grunts and strength. Evie was wrong, this man is no dork.

No dork can make me feel like that. It takes a strong man in control of his body to do things like that to a woman.

I kiss the top of his head tenderly as he collapses on top of me. I feel a surge of pride knowing I made this six-foot-something man as exhausted as this.

Now he’s the one who can hardly speak.

“Say my name,” I command him. “Say my name if you enjoyed that.”

“Oh, Chastity.”

I smile.

“Good boy. Now, where’s that wine?” I ask. “I need a drink.”

3

NICHOLAS

What even happened last night?

Fucking hell.

I remember flashes of it. Being incredibly drunk from Sharon’s mysterious cocktail. Flirting with the girl I hate the most. Chastity commanding me back to her place. Me accepting her forceful invitation. Ordering a taxi outside the office. Her place.

Snow.

Her falling into the snow.

Me thinking she looked pretty cute in said snow.

Me kissing her as she lay, collapsed, in the snow.

Bringing her into her house.

Wine.

More kisses.

And then…

Fuck.

Not Chastity Wilde. Not the most annoying and infuriating girl in the whole damn office, if not the whole wide world.

My naughty elf my ass.

What the hell was I thinking last night? Didn’t I have even one single moment in any of those events that led up to being in her bed where I thought what the hell am I doing, maybe I should get out of here?

Right. Everyone wants to get laid at Christmas. That’s why I went home with her last night. Everyone has a bar at where they’re most comfortable to fuck, and it seems like my bar can be lowered to Chastity fucking Wilde.

What is wrong with you, Nicholas?

I wake up and she’s lying next to me. Asleep. At least she isn’t watching me or anything. Ready to trap me in her house.