I toss Kellan’s clothes on the big, king-sized bed, and as I glance around the room, I can hardly believe I’m about to wear my boss’s clothes…sleep in his bed. Well, technically not his bed. I’ll be in the spare room, very close to his bed, though.
Equal amounts of excitement and nervousness zing through my blood, and my pulse thuds faster. For a second there on the sofa, before Destiny texted me I was almost certain Kellan was going to kiss me. I touch my lips. How would he taste on my mouth?
But I had to be mistaken right? Then again, a change has come over him. Once again my mind goes back to all the secrets I spilled to Santa, and how Kellan is making each and every one come true. Does that mean a hot guy will show up at my door on Christmas Eve, dressed only in a bow?
Seriously though what is going on with my boss? He couldn’t have been Santa. He just couldn’t have been. Right?
Then why is he being so different around the office, almost flirtatious with me?
I’m not sure, but I do wonder, if he seduced me what would I do?
More like what wouldn’t I do.
That thought brings on a giggle and I put my hand over my mouth. My God, last week I had crazy sex with Santa in a copier room, now I’m visualizing myself with Kellan. I haven’t been touched in years, and now I’m about to be with two different men, in less than a week.
Wait, no. I’m not about to be with two men. I’m just fantasizing about being with Kellan. I must have been reading him wrong earlier.
What if I wasn’t?
A jolt moves through me, and heat pools between my legs. My God, what is the matter with me? He put the no fraternizing rule into place. After all this time, he’s not about to break it with me.
Just then my other phone pings, the one Holiday Haven assigned me. I grab it from my purse. I don’t recognize the number. This time of year I get a lot of repeat calls, but this one is new.
I read the text. Hi.
Hi there, welcome to Holiday Haven. How’s your day going?
It’s going okay. Not as good as last Friday though.
Last Friday was a hell of a lot of fun, but tonight, well being with Kellan, and just talking, I really like that too.
You still there? The anonymous texter asks.
I’m here, I text back.
Did you have fun last Friday too?
My heart leaps. Who is this?
Santa.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
How did you get this number?
It was on the card that fell out of your purse.
What are you talking about?
When I went into your purse to get the tissue to clean you up. The card fell out. I only found it after you left and I turned the lights on.
Most times calls are patched through from the switchboard, but I also have cards with my number for those who want to text me directly, especially if we’ve already established a rapport. Sometimes I secretly leave the card for those who look bereft, and in need of a solid ear. It definitely wasn’t supposed to fall into Santa’s hands—and oh what great hands he had.
I run my fingers over the screen. You shouldn’t be texting me.
Why not?
This line is for those who are lonely this holiday season.
How do you know I’m not?
I think about that for a minute. I guess I don’t. Sorry. But you should know what we did. We can’t do again.
I get it.
That’s not something I normally, or ever, do.
It was fun though.
It was. Thank God we didn’t get caught.
Yeah, stick up his ass would have fired you.
Don’t say that about him.
Oh, you like him now do you?
I like him. A lot. He’s actually really sweet. Believe it or not, I’m at his place right now, about to wear his clothes to bed.
WHAT?
I know. He asked me to work late, and well, the snow, the bus, and he thought I could use his spare room.
Are you going to see if Mr. Bites…bites?
NO!
Why not?
Because he’s my boss and he doesn’t think of me like that.
How do you know?
I just do.
I think you should drop a few pencils, see if he takes the bait.
HAHA. Know what’s really funny, though. For a while I was beginning to think it was my boss dressed up as Santa. I should actually be thankful you texted me.
What made you think that?
Some of those secrets I told you, about bending over and grabbing the pencil and being nicer to his staff. Well all of a sudden he’s doing those things.
He’s bending over.
I chuckle and put my hand over my mouth. LOL. No, his pen fell of his desk, and he asked me to pick it up.
Sounds like he wants you to bend over for him.
Do you think so?
I’m a guy, Eden. I know so. All he needs is to know you want him then he’ll act on it.
I crinkle my nose and chew on my lip as I read Santa’s words. I don’t know, I text back nervously.
I do. Now go and drop something, give him a sign. That’s probably all he’s waiting for.
Well I should go. He’s in the other room.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you too, Santa.
Remember, be naughty it makes my job easier.
LOL, my friend said that to me.
YOU said that to me.
Oh, right, I did, didn’t I?
I drop my phone onto the bed, and hurry into Kellan’s clothes, which are ginormous on me. I eye myself in the mirror, thankful I decided to keep my bra on. The white shirt is pretty thin and I don’t want to give Kellan the wrong idea.
Or do I?
I pick up my phone and take it into the other room with me in case I receive any more texts and find Kellan looking over the tub of chocolate we’d purchased earlier.
Does he really want to try it with me?
I’m sure he means we’re just going to taste it, not paint it on each other and lick it off. My body warms at that thought, the needy juncture between my legs begging me to do just that.
Now go and drop something, give him a sign.
Honest to God, there must be something other than tobacco in Santa’s pipe because I can’t do that. It’s ludicrous right?
Do it.
“How does it look?” I ask and gesture toward the body paint.
“Haven’t opened it yet, I was waiting for you.”
I walk in front of him, and he goes still, perfectly still as his gaze leaves my face, travels leisurely down my body, taking in the clothes that are far too big. He swallows, and I can hear his throat working from across the room.
“You look…”
I hold my arms out. “Frumpy.”
“No.”
The heat in his eyes burns me from head to toe, and before I can think better of it, I let my phone slip from my hand. “Oops,” I say, and bend over to retrieve it, purposely pointing my ass his way and praying to God I’m not making a complete fool of myself.
When I stand and face him, there’s no mistaking the need in his eyes. He wants me as much as I want him. But what now? He set the office rules.
Which means he can break them.
He cracks the top on the tub, and holds it out for me. “Taste?”
I cross the room, sit on the coffee table in front of him, and dip my finger in. “His eyes are latched on my finger as I slide it in my mouth, and moan a little. His breathing changes, becomes faster as I suck and lick my finger with purpose. He rakes a hand through his hair, like he’s in total agony.
“Verdict?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
“Milk chocolate. Very sweet. Maybe too sweet.” I gesture with a nod. “You try it.”
He puts his finger in, and licks it. “It’s not bad, but it’s not great either.”
“We can do better at Sweet Bites,” I say.
“Here’s the thing though,” he says. “I can’t help but think we need to put it on our bodies and try it the way it was meant to be tried. It could actually change flavor as it warms.”
I pucker my lips like I’m deep in thought and nod my head. “I think you’re on to something. Kind of like perfume, everyone has a different body chemistry, so the fragrance can give a different scent depending on the person wearing it.”
“This might actually taste really, really good, if I…” his words fall off as he reaches for me, and runs his hand along my neck, his gauging eyes never leaving mine. “…put it here.”
“True.” I touch his face, run my hand lower, until I’m exploring his chest. “It will probably give a complete different taste if I try it here.”
“We should probably try it out on man different areas.” His hand leaves my neck, and a little mewl catches in my throat as his thumb brushes over my hard nipple, my lace bra doing little to hide my arousal. “It could be different here, where you skin is softer, thinner.”
“Yes,” I say so breathless I’m beginning to feel lightheaded. “In the name of research, I think we should use it everywhere.”
“Yes, in the name of research,” he repeats and stands. He reaches for me, pulls me to my feet, puts his arm around my body, and drags me to him until I’m flush up against his hard body. A moan I have absolutely no control over crawls out of my throat, and the little smile Kellan gives, pleased with my responses, turns me on a little more, empowers me a lot. I slide a hand between our bodies. Feel his erection. It’s strange, but there is a part of me that loves what I’m doing to him, loves that I can get a raise out of a man who keeps his control close, rules with a strict hand.
“You think we should try it out here?” I ask, and rub him through is pants.
“I definitely think we should try it out there,” he says. The enthusiasm in his voice brings on a giggle. “But first here,” he says, and grips the hem of the oversized t-shirt and peels it over my head. My nipples are hard, aching for his touch, his mouth. He wets his lips, like he can read my every dirty thought.
His big hands span my ribcage and his thumbs lightly brush over my nipples. I let my head fall back and my hair tumbles over my bare shoulders.
“I think these little cherries need to be dipped in chocolate.”
“I know they do,” I whisper.
He dips his finger into the tub, but instead of rubbing the chocolate over my nipple, he brushes his finger over my bottom lip. His eyes are a shade darker when they meet mine.
“Taste it,” he says, and I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip. “Sweet.”
He cups the back of my head, brings my mouth to his. Flavor explodes on my tongue, as he tastes me, deeply. “Mmmm,” I moan.
He kisses me long and hard, one hand going to my back to remove my bra. Deft hands quickly release the hook, and he moves back an inch to let my bra fall to the floor. Standing before him in nothing but my skirt, his lips on mine…well, I’m pretty sure all my Christmas wishes are about to come true.
He breaks the kiss, his nostrils flaring, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Sweet,” he murmurs. “So fucking sweet.”
“Too sweet,” I ask, unsure whether he’s talking about the chocolate or me.
“Perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”
My heart leaps at that. Kellan thinks I’m perfect.
“These,” he murmurs, stroking and plucking my nipples. “Fuck man, I need this in my mouth. I’ve been obsession about tasting them since I first set eyes on you.”
I blink, hardly able to believe what I’m hearing.
He pushes on my shoulders until I’m once again sitting on the coffee table. Kellan sinks to his knees, spreads my thighs wide and shimmies in close. He strikes with his tongue first a long, gentle caress over each nipple, and it melts me from the inside out.
“God, you taste good.”
“But you forgot the chocolate.” I rake my hands through his hair, not wanting him to stop what he’s doing. “Research, remember?” I whisper, even though we both know what we’re doing here has nothing do with work, and everything to do with wanting each other.
“Right.” He dips his finger into the tub. He rubs it over one nipple as he massages the other breast.
“Ohh…” A little cry catches in my throat as my sensitized nipples tighten and tingle. He dips his head, laps at the chocolate, then pulls my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, so hard the sensations travel all the way to warm spot between my legs.
I tug at his shirt, desperate to see him naked, to have my tongue on his body.
“Is this what you want?” he ask, as he stands and pulls his shirt over his head.
“My God,” I say as I take in his hard body.
Am I in over my head with this man?
He laughs, but I’m trembling with the need to touch him. I squirm on the coffee table. “Kellan,” I whisper, and lift my eyes to his. Our gazes collide, hold, the heat in his eyes doing the most insane things to me. I take in a breath, unable to fill my lungs, as every fantasy I had about this man rushes through my brain.
If I pinched myself would I wake up, find out this was a dream?
Don’t pinch yourself.
“Touch me, Eden.” Arousal deepens his voice, and I nod. But when I don’t move, can’t seem to get my brain and body working in synch, he reaches for my hands and puts them on his chest. I revel in the hard ridges, and deep grooves. Between my legs my panties grow wet, and I’m sure if he doesn’t soon touch me there, I might melt into his carpet.
Driven by need, I explore his body, lean forward and run my tongue over his skin. His salty taste dances on my tongue, and, judging by the sounds he’s making, the little moan catching in my throat seems to drive him a crazy. Some working brain cell reminds me of the chocolate. I dip my finger into the tub, run it along the fine line of hairs leading south. His body shakes under my touch, like his control is on thin ice. I lick a path down his stomach, and he grips my hair, coiling it around his hand three times. The gesture is familiar, and takes my mind back to Friday night. I’ve not been with a lot of men, so I quickly pass it off as a guy thing since I’ve already establish Santa and Kellan are two different people.
He steps closer to me, and my tongue slides lower until it reaches the band on his pants. Dammit.
His fingers tug on my hair as his other hand reaches for the button but I stop him. “Let me.” His cock is pushing hard against the fabric as I pop the button, and pull down his zipper.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, like he’s in total agony.
I grip his pants, and give then a tug until his cock springs free. “Oh,” I say, totally impressed with his size and girth. Something niggles in the back of my mind, but all thoughts are forgotten when he grips the base of his cock and strokes. Juices pearl on the end.
“Open your mouth,” he says, a soft command.
His demands echo through me, and he sucks in a sharp breath when I stick my tongue out and catch the creamy pearl. I taste it, savor it on the tip of my tongue and moan in delight, eager for more.
“Holy, fuck,” he murmurs.
I inch back, and look up at him. “Way better than the chocolate,” I say, and he grips his hair, and tugs. His hips jerk forward and I close my lips over his crown, taking him to the back of my throat. His curses reach my ears and fill me with a kind of satisfaction I’ve never before experienced.
“You are so good at that,” he groans. “But I need my mouth between your legs.”
Yes, please…
A quick tug on my shoulder and I’m standing on shaky legs, inching my chin up to see his beautiful face. He cups my cheek, presses his mouth to mine again and in a move that surprise me, lifts me clear from the floor and takes me to this room. The second we’re inside, he kicks the door shut, and sets me on my feet.
His body presses me into the closed door and he kisses me deeply, a raw hunger that excites and frightens me at the same time. He’s starving, almost savage as his greedy hand roam my body, touching, squeezing, a lethal exploration that speaks of primal need.
Have I ever had a man want me this bad?
Then again, have I ever wanted anyone the way I want him?
“I need my tongue on every inch of your body,” he says.
“What about the chocolate?”
“Fuck the chocolate,” he says and sinks to his knees.
“Yeah, fuck the chocolate,” I whisper, and his soft rumble of laughter against my stomach vibrates through me.
He unties the track pants, and they fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing buy my panties. His for the taking.
Please take me.
“Pretty,” he whispers, and in one quick thrust he rips the material from my hips, and shoves them into his pants, which are still clinging to his hips. He parts my wet lips with his fingers, and the carnal look on his face sends heat rocking through me. With a tap on my thighs, he urges me to widen them, and the second I do his hot wet mouth claims my clit. I suck in a breath, and nearly climax.
“Kellan,” I cry out, and grip his hair as I grind against him. I don’t care how needy and desperate that makes me look. I want this man, he wants me, and I’m pretty certain this is a once shot deal.
As sucks on my clit, his other hand slides between my legs, caressing me with hunger. He pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp at the way he fills me. As my brain completely shuts down, I give myself over to the things he’s doing to me, the way he’s moving his finger in and out, as he sucks my hard nub. The duel assault is more than I can take, and I bend forward as my orgasm comes fast, faster than it ever has before. I gasp, and hang on to Kellan as I concentrate on the points of pleasure between my legs.
He stays between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me, and circling my clit as I pant and try to catch my breath.
“I want you on my bed, wide open for me.”
“Yes,” I murmured but my legs are so weak to move. As desperate as I am to spread myself wide for him, no way will I be able to walk to his bed.
“Tonight you’re mine. Tonight I fucking own you. Got it.”
I try to speak, to form more than a one word sentence. “I…I…” He chuckles against my sex, and my body grows needy for him all over again.
What am I turning in to?
He inserts a finger high inside me, touching me in a new way, an possessive way that surprises me, but lets me know he’s right. Tonight this man owns me. I belong only to him. But come tomorrow, then what? How can I ever be with another man after Kellan? But how can we be together? He climbs up my body, and his lips find mine.
“You’re sweeter than any chocolate,” he whispers into my mouth. I kiss him, taste myself on his lips.
“So do you,” I say, and his soft whisper turns into a primal growl. “I need my cock inside you.
He picks me up again, carries me to his bed, and gently sets me down. I point to his pants. “You’re overdressed.”
He grins. “That’s an easy fix.” He kicks his pants off in record time, and stands before me, his cock hard and eager. “You want me?” he asks. “You want my cock inside you?”
I crook my finger, and he steps closer. “I want your cock inside me,” I say, and he grabs a condom from his nightstand. He sheathes himself quickly, and falls over me, balancing on his elbows so he doesn’t squish me. Big hands go to my hair, and he caresses the damp strands from my face.
“Eden,” he begins, his jaw tight. He opens his mouth, like he wants to say something, but then closes it again.
Right now, I don’t need words. I just need to feel him inside me. It’s almost as if my damn life depends on it. I lift my hips and his crown pushes against my wet sex.
“Please Kellan. I need you.”
He groans, his muscles flexing as he sinks in an inch. “That feels so good,” he murmurs, and buries his face in my neck. His mouth is hot against my skin, and I lift my hips a little more, letting him know in no uncertain terms what I want.
In one quick thrust he enters me, and I grab the bedding and gasp. He drives home, burying himself deeply, filling me completely. I wrap my legs around him, and squeeze tight, never wanting him to leave my body. It’s insane, I know. But I could stay here with Kellan like this until Christmas morning. Then my wish to Santa really would have come true.
His grunts are soft, as he presses into me, caging me between his hard body and the mattress, then goes complexly still inside me. My body relaxes, adjusts to his girth, ready for anything he wants to give me. And the truth is, I want it all with Kellan.
His flesh grows moist beneath my hands, his rapid breaths hot on my flesh. I touch him all over, pull him close as I splay my fingers wide to caress every inch of his skin, yet I still can’t seem to get close enough.
“You’re so hot and wet, I’m not going to last,” he murmurs.
“I want it hard and fast, Kellan.”
He moves his hips, powers in and out of me, giving me exactly what I asked for. He sinks into me, all hard and hot flesh filling me up, only to pull out again. The friction burns me from the inside out, and I writhe beneath him, savoring every hard thrust.
He cups my face, holds my head still so I can’t look anywhere but at his face. I take in his features, let them burn into my memory. Kellan is a good man, a caring boss despite what everyone thinks, and the greatest of lover.
The perfect trifecta.
I am in so much trouble here. I swallow against the tightening of my throat. I shouldn’t let my heart get involved. Deep inside, I know that, but goddammit, there is so much to this man, so much kindness in him—kindness that he hides—how can I not give myself over to my feelings? To be honest, from the second I set eyes on him, I wanted him, and tonight, when he opened up personally, and I saw a little boy lost look in his eyes, he seeped deeper into my heart.
“Kellan,” I whisper, as my body grows tight, another orgasm pulling at me. “I’m…” My words fall off as my body ripples, my sex clenching hard around his cock.
“I feel you,” he says, and continues to pump into me, until he’s releasing high inside me. My eyes never leave his, and it’s as if every thrust is bringing us closer and closer together, and not just physically. From the look in his eyes, it’s easy to tell he’s feeling this thing—whatever it might be—between us every bit as much as I am.
Even if he is, where can we possible go from here?