Page 6 of Grumpy Santa

My nostrils flare, but I have no response.

She steps closer to me, then boldly reaches out and runs her palm over my denim clad erection.

I groan, then grab her wrist.

“Don’t tease me, Audrey.”

“It’s not teasing.”

“Who the fuck did you put that on for anyways?”

“For me,” she says.

That pleases me. Knowing she dresses for herself.

She lifts a shoulder, drawing my attention back to her breasts. “I like wearing pretty underwear.”

My mouth goes dry. “You always have stuff like this on underneath your regular clothes?”

She nods. “Yes, though it’s not cheap so my sets don’t always match because I buy them when they’re on sale.”

I nearly reach into my wallet and hand her my credit card. Buy the whole fucking store, I want to tell her.

Her fingers curl against my hardness. “Please, Jared.”

My gaze flies to her face. Her lips are parted and her eyes are nearly black with desire.

“What do you need?” I find myself asking.

She reaches behind her, unhooks her bra, then lets the pink fabric fall off her shoulders. Her breasts are heavy, the palest of pink colors her hard little nipples.

“Touch me.”

I grab her hand and bring her out of the shelving, back to where the sofa sits conveniently waiting. I’ve only ever used it for sleeping when I don’t want to drive home. I sit on the piece of furniture, it groans under my weight.

I grip her hips and pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap. I have so many things to say, but I don’t want to break whatever spell we’re under.

My hands slide up her torso to her naked tits, weighing them in my palms. I’m a big guy—tall and broad with hands that can easily palm a basketball. The full weight of her breasts filling my hands makes me growl.

I scrape my thumbs across her beaded nipples, and she arches into my touch, whimpering.

I’m going to come in my fucking pants. Whatever. I just want to touch her. Bring her pleasure. Watch her come undone.

Then she leans against me and her lips are on mine. I stop breathing as she licks into my mouth. Once our tongues touch, I can breathe again. As if this kiss resuscitates me. Surges life back into my charred, withered soul.

I unleash myself on her then, kissing her with every ounce of pent-up desire I’ve harbored for this woman the last three years. She is the air I breathe. The very life blood flowing through my veins.

She squirms in my lap, then drags one of my hands to the front of her panties. I might not have a lot experience, but I don’t need further instructions.

I slide my thumb against the front panel of her underwear and she’s wet through the fabric. I growl into her mouth, intensifying our kiss while moving my thumb across her silk-covered clit.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and she bucks against my hand. She breaks our kiss, her breath mingling with mine as she rests her forehead against mine.

“Jared,” she whispers. “Oh God.” Then she breaks and her body shudders against me as she comes.

It’s fucking gorgeous. She’s fucking spectacular.

“Panties off,” I growl.