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“Ouch,” he says sarcastically as he leans closer, ghosting a kiss over my lower lip that leaves me buzzing.
“You aren’t interested in one with me either.” I point out, but the kisses he’s trailing toward my neck make me sound breathless and turn my statement into a question.
“I’m not.” He agrees, scooching back against the headboard and hauling me onto his lap. Burying his hands in my hair, he eases my head back, exposing my neck to his lips.
Christ, I can feel him, hard, beneath the blankets. I rock my hips and he groans against my throat.
“I’m not done,” I whisper.
“I don’t fucking care,” he whispers back. “I agree to everything.”
One hand slips over my breast, his thumb dragging over my nipple again and again until it’s hard as a rock and aching for his mouth. “This stays a secret,” I tell him. He knows what’s at stake if anyone in this house finds out and lord knows I don’t want to end up in the tabloids as Nic’s next fling.
He stops kissing my neck and his hand drops from my breast, but when he pulls back to look at me, I wonder if he even heard me. He grabs the hem of my camisole and pulls it slowly over my head, drinking me in. “Definitely our secret.”
“We need to be up front with each other,” I say as my skin pebbles at the way he’s looking at me. “Expectations. When we’re finished. What we need.”
“What do you need right now, Jessie?” he asks my tits in his gravelly voice.
“Your mouth on my nipples.” I’m not afraid to tell a man what I want in bed, never have been, and I think Nic likes it. His eyes flare and his knees draw up behind me. He pushes me back against them, bending forward, cupping me, kissing me, and finally sucking one tight bud into his mouth. I whimper.
Nic takes his time and I know I’ve made the right choice because he’s so good with that mouth. “Why did you go down on me in the laundry room?” The question is out before I can stop myself. Frankly, I’m so turned on I don’t know how I found the words. Or why I need to know.
He releases my nipple and looks up at me, his eyes dark and half-hooded.
“It was…random,” I say when he stares at me.
“Nothing about it was random,” he says, cupping my face. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you slammed into me under the mistletoe. When I walked into the laundry room and you were standing there almost naked, teasing me about mistletoe and kisses…I took a chance.”
“I don’t need cuddles and pillow talk from you after,” I say softly. I don’t need those things for a fling. “But I don’t want to feel tossed aside and worthless either. That’s important to me.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.” There’s such an open, earnest look in his eyes. He’s always so guarded and closed off that for a moment I stare at him. But I believe him.
I pull him in for a kiss, and suddenly he’s rising beneath me, lifting me. For a moment we hang balanced on a tipping point, then we tumble, his arms around me, down onto the bed. I laugh because being playful is also something I didn’t expect from Nic. He’s full of surprises, and I like it.
Also, heisnaked. I knew it.
“Anything else?” he asks after kissing me breathless.
“I’m good.” The feel of his hard cock sliding against my pajamas over my clit is divine. “You?”
“Oh, I have a question,” he says with a sly grin as he works his way down my body. Instead of asking it, he circles one nipple with his tongue, giving it a soft suck that makes me moan. Then he’s moving down, kissing my stomach, his mouth hot and damp, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband as he pulls my pants and panties off.
He takes a long moment to look at me before meeting my eyes. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice my action figure banging Rudolph?”
I laugh. The kids were out of the house today, so I may have put his action figure in various suggestive poses. “You made that nose glow.”
His hands slide up my thighs and press my legs wide open. “Or later, my action figure giving Santa a blow job?”
“Peppermint jizz. It’s a scientific fact about Santa.” I’d shoved a broken bit of a candy cane into Santa’s opened pants to serve as his dick—Mina’s suggestion. My soon-to-be sister-in-law is brilliant.
Nic touches me, tracing through my folds, dragging my wetness to my clit where he draws light and teasing circles. “The threesome with Mrs. Claus and the Elf on the Shelf might have been overkill. The reindeer watching was a nice touch though.”
“It was jolly.”
“You have the real thing now, no action figure.” He shifts, lowering himself to his stomach and kissing my thigh.
Nic must enjoy mixing things up because this is nothing like the shower or the laundry room. He slowly and lazily kisses or licks every place he can reach before finally placing the softest kiss against my clit. Even after he slides his fingers in, the steady thrusts and slow way he tongues me have me squirming against him, desperate for more he’s in no hurry to give.
