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“What? No way! You gotta celebrate with me.”
“Meh,” I said, faking indifference as I played with the ends of my hair.
He placed his glass on the counter and scoffed. “Are you seriously joking me right now?”
He looked so adorable, still donning his Santa hat. I didn’t hold out on him any longer. “Of course, I’m joking! I’ve known about their party for weeks now!”
He slapped his Santa hat onto the counter and shook his head with a laugh. “You are evil, Siren,” he said, yanking me forward. I collided into his rock-solid body. The feeling of being in his arms, playing my little joke on him, his eyes flashing like sapphires, had my insides turning to mush.
My sexy smirk invited him to touch me. His hands ran slowly up and down my arms. It was a start. But I wanted his hands on my flesh. I locked my eyes on his and brought my fingers to the top pearl button of my sweater. His eyes dropped, watching as I slowly undid each button, careful to keep it closed as I worked my way down to the bottom. “Go ahead,” I invited him, “open it.”
He met my eyes again. “If this is my present, I can’t wait to unwrap it.” His eyes stayed neutral as he pushed my sweater open. I was expecting a more significant reaction when he discovered what I was wearing underneath.
“Do you like it?” I asked, suddenly feeling unsure of my selection.
“Meh,” he said, echoing my reaction from a minute ago.
I felt so silly standing there in his proximity, wearing a lacy black teddy that left nothing to the imagination. “I tried something different. I didn’t think you’d be against lingerie.” I didn’t, in my wildest dreams, think Tyler wouldn’t like something erotic. Instead of the typical bra and underwear. But maybe he preferred just normal everyday attire. I moved to shut my sweater, feeling like a complete idiot.
He snatched my hands. “Stop.” His chuckle was brusque. “You are breathtaking. I was just getting you back. Siren, you look . . . damn.” He licked his lips. “Feel me,” he said, pushing my hand down. He was already hard.
He moved his hands to the sides of my face and captured my lips. Our tongues moved together as his lips pressed against mine, hungry. The kiss was insatiable. He dropped his hands to my waist and pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, I love your sexy curves pressed against me. Do you feel how hard you make me?” he asked, rocking his hips into my hand. He leaned into me, his mouth sucking my neck. “I want your tits in my face,” he told me.
I moved to the straps of my sexy lace teddy, a wicked gleam in my eyes daring him to tell me to stop.
He did just that. “Stop,” he said. And I did. “I want to watch you undress. In the bedroom.” I placed my hand in his, and he led the way. We were at the foot of the bed. “Stay,” he said. His control over me surprised me. But I didn’t mind in the least. I stood where he left me and watched as he walked around my bedroom, lighting candles and then turned off the lights.
He came back to where I was and stood in front of me. “Undress me, Siren,” he commanded.
He dipped his head through his sweater as I lifted it over his head. His eyes were heated and watchful as I undid the buttons of his oxford shirt. I allowed myself to feel every muscle of his torso as I slid up his body and then down his arms, the shirt flittering to the floor.
Next, his belt and jeans. I wanted to immediately kneel before him when his cock sprang free. Damn, he was so delicious—commando under my favorite jeans of his. I did bend down to take off his shoes, then socks, and then his jeans. When I took his cock in my hand, he murmured, “Uh-uh.”
I peeked up at him through my lashes. “Just one taste?” I asked meekly.
His affirmative nod was faint in the dim glow of the room. But I didn’t hesitate. The drop of precum at the tip, the smooth skin of his dick, the heaviness of his balls. I could feel myself soaked already.
I only got a few good sucks before he told me to stop again. He was completely naked. And I was still completely dressed. His nod to the bed was my next directive. I moved quickly to throw the decorative pillows to the floor and pull the covers down. I took him by the hand and pressed him to the mattress. He made himself comfortable. “Don’t forget Bee,” he said. I made quick work to release his prosthetic and linings and placed them and Bee in their dedicated places.
I licked my lips, awaiting his next orders.
He gave me a sexy grin, enjoying this provocative little game. His cock was in his hand, lightly stroking himself. His eyes moved from me to him, then back to me. “Take your clothes off, Siren.”
As I slid out of my sweater, the air hit my skin, and I shivered. I threw it to the chair in the corner.
“Now your pants,” he said.
I wiggled out of them and kicked them to the end of the bed.
“My stunning Siren,” he whispered as I stood in front of him covered only in lace. He extended his hand for me. His movement of pulling me to him was like a dance move, elegant and light. I straddled him. The feel of the lace between us was the perfect amount of friction. I couldn’t help but move over him to feel him beneath me.
“Slowly,” he commanded.
I pulled the tiny straps off my shoulders. His hands were on me without breaking eye contact. “You are so beautiful,” he said.
I felt myself blush, even though he couldn’t see the effect his words had on me. He had told me this before, but I shook my head, ignoring his words, and brought my hand to the center of his chest.
He worked my top down my torso, my breasts pert, my nipples erect.
