Page 39 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

“I can’t wait any longer. You’re all I’ve been thinking about, Indigo. I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life the way that I want you. Feel me . . . feel what you do to me.” He takes my hand, pressing it against his hard length. He’s thick, full, the weight of it playing in my palm as I squeeze him.

He groans against my mouth, his tongue flicking against mine. His scent fills my lungs—some crisp, expensive aftershave he wears is faint on his clothes now, replaced with whiskey and smoke from my fireplace. The sharp sting on my hips when he kneads me roughly makes me gasp against his mouth.

“Tell me I didn’t blow it? Tell me you’re not back together with James?” His voice is desperate, his eyes wide and untrusting.

“I’m not,” I whisper, pulling him impossibly closer to me. “I told him I’m done. I don’t know what I was thinking. It took you coming here to see how awful that situation was.”

“He’s the biggest idiot I’ve ever met,” he murmurs against my lips.

He spins me, pushing me down onto my belly on the mattress. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, slipping them down my hips. He yanks them down to my knees, taking my panties with them. I kick them off, toeing them out of the way as he grips my hips, pulling my ass flush against his body.

“This ass . . . I’ve been dreaming about it. I never got to see it when you got out of the bath. Saw every inch of you except your ass, Indigo.” He palms my cheeks, digging his fingertips deep enough to bruise.

“What are you gonna do with it, Mav?” I purr.

“Oh baby, there are so many things I want to do with you. Are you gonna let me, Indy? Are you gonna let me do whatever I want with you?”

I keep my voice steady despite the blood rushing to my head. “You talk a big game, but I'm not some innocent girl. I know what I like, so give it to me.”

The teeth of his zipper scrape; peeking over my shoulder, I watch him palm his cock, long, thick, dripping with pre-cum. My eyes widen, and I hear his sharp exhale that accompanies his smirk as I snap my gaze to him.

“Not so cocky now, are you?”

“You're huge . . .”

He presses the head against my soaked sex, teases up and down over my wetness. A shudder licks down my spine, tingling at the base. God, I need this. I need to be owned, to be restored. The last few weeks have been too much. Too much work, too much drama, too much use of my vibrator after James ditched me for Holly. Mav being in my home hasn’t helped; the attraction between us is so strong I could almost taste it whenever he was in the room with me. Like something charged, the air would hum with tension, our bodies becoming magnetized, dragging us toward each other.

His thick, long fingers slide with ease into my pussy. No resistance, no effort, just sliding home like he’s done it a thousand times, like my body recognizes his fingers as if they were my own.

“I’m gonna get you ready to take me, Indy. Then I’m going to do what you need. I’m going to fuck you hard . . . rough. You’re going to feel me for days.”

“Please, I’m ready, I promise.” His fingers slide in and out, my slick wetness seeping as he pushes them around my clit, circling just enough for my mouth to water, not enough to scratch the itch he’s building inside me. I push back, rocking on my knees, my ass up in the air. He bends and sinks his teeth into my flesh.

I groan into the mattress . . . anyone could walk in right now, any of the staff; they all have a master key. They’d see me ass up, getting aggressively pleasured by Holly’s ex-boyfriend.

God, what the hell am I doing? What the hell am I letting him do? It’s one thing doing it once in the office, but this is different. That was spur-of-the-moment; this he had planned. He came here with the intention of having sex; I knew it the second I saw his face.

And the risk of being caught—it’s so hot; I’m squirming just at the thought.

He flips me over, grazing his thumb over my clit in tight circles as I remove my shirt and bra. His hand reaches behind him, pulling his black T-shirt over his head and launching it to the side before crawling between my legs.

I back up on my elbows. “Yeah, crawl for me, Mav.”

His lips tilt up lazily, his eyes darkening. “Is that what you want, Indigo? You want a man to crawl for you?”

My mouth dries, my tongue heavy. “I want you to crawl for me.”

I never could have asked James to do that. Firstly, he wouldn’t have. And secondly, his idea of kinky was doing it with the lights on and pulling my hair. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it was predictable. I want more. I want to be pushed. I want someone to want it as much as I do.

“You’re a wet goddamn dream. What the hell have the men in this town been doing, Indy? Are they blind? They must be; there’s not a place you could have hidden in this town where I wouldn’t have noticed you.” His head dips low, his lips grazing against my clit as his voice lowers. “Now I’m gonna do what none of them are man enough to do. I’m going to eat this cunt until you’ve soaked this mattress, then I’m going to stuff you so full of my cock, your staff are going to know exactly what their perfect boss is up to in this room.”

“Mav, please, I need it now.”

The filth that comes out of his mouth, the gravelly texture of his voice, the grip of his fingers, all layer into a perfect combination that has my pussy dripping. That and the agonizingly slow roll of his tongue.

My back arches as he plays with me, teasing the tip of his tongue around my swollen bundle of nerves, his fingers crooked, rubbing the spot inside me that has my toes curling. He nips, sucks, licks. My fingers in his hair, my hips bucking against his mouth, finding a pattern, finding some relief from the ache that’s building in me.

“You gonna come on my face, sweetheart? You gonna soak me like I know you can? Such a greedy girl aren’t you? Not scared to take what you need from your man.”