Knox’s arms tightened around her waist. He nuzzled her neck. “Good morning, my little ghostbuster.”
She giggled. Like her, he was naked, his rigid length pressing into her back. A rush of heat flooded through her, settling squarely between her legs. “Morning, Knox. Can you believe today’s the day? The Duchess is going to be on TV. And it’s all because we did such a great job proving it’s haunted.”
He kissed the tender spot behind her ear. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
“We sure do. Maybe we should start planning the hotel’s Christmas activities. Remember those events we did last year? The family Saturdays with Santa and the hot cocoa bar? All those festive holiday-themed drinks? I’ll bet you can’t wait to get started.”
With a growl, he flipped her over so she was flat on her back. He hovered above her, giving her his stormiest, don’t-fuck-with-me glare. “I just got through one holiday season, and now you want me to dive into another? How am I supposed to catch a break?”
Even if he sounded like an angry bear, she knew he didn’t mean it. “Admit it. You secretly loved that sparkly vest I made you wear.”
He brushed his thumb over her nipple. “I admit nothing.”
When he gave it a tweak, little tingles settled low in her belly. “Maybe this year, I could convince you to wear a Santa hat. You’d look so cute in one.”
“Not. Another. Word.” Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over each bud, sucking on them until she moaned in submission.
She wove her fingers through his thick hair, arching her back as he gave her breasts his full attention, his beard tickling her bare skin. She wanted to keep teasing him about Christmas, but she could barely form the words. Not when each swipe of his tongue, each nip and caress, was driving her wild.
“You…you know you love all those holiday events,” she gasped.
He nudged open her legs and dipped a finger inside her. “Nope. I did it for you. So you wouldn’t think I was a Grinch.”
“Oh, Knox.” She closed her eyes, surrendering to his touch as he found the right spot. Stroking it with the perfect amount of pressure. She clenched her thighs as he took her close to the edge and left her hanging. With a whimper, she wrapped her hand around his wrist, desperate for him to keep going. But he pulled his fingers away with a throaty chuckle that let her know exactly who was in charge.
“You’re so impatient. The longer you wait, the better it’ll be.” His breath was warm on her skin as he trailed kisses along her rib cage and down her stomach. Parting her legs wider, he teased her with little pecks along the inside of her thighs until finally seeking out the warmth and wetness between them. When he placed his hands under her ass and gripped it tightly, she writhed beneath him.
“My greedy little pixie,” he murmured. “You want this so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.Please, Knox.” If he wanted her to beg, she’d beg for it.
But already, he was working his magic with his tongue, bringing her so close to ecstasy that her breath came in little gasps. How was it possible that it felt this good, every damn time? She babbled his name incoherently, completely lost in sensation, so close she could hardly bear it. As the orgasm rushed through her, she tumbled over the edge and released the air from her lungs in a cry of pleasure.
When he looked up and met her eyes, she couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so damn smug. Like he’d thoroughly enjoyed pushing her to the point where she was at his mercy.
You win, Knox. No more Santa hats.
As he got off the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to retrieve a condom, she grabbed his arm. “Let me return the favor. Please.”
* * *
Knox eased backonto the pillows and placed his hands behind his head. “You won’t get any argument from me.” He enjoyed taking the lead in bed, and he loved those few occasions when he’d gotten the chance to put Charlie over his knee and spank her. But there was something unbelievably hot about letting her take control.
She ran her tongue along his shaft, then stroked it with her fingers. Just the softest of touches, driving him up the wall. At this rate, he was going to come before she even wrapped her lips around him. But when she took him into her mouth, the wait was worth it.
“Fuck, Charlie, that feels incredible.”
He twisted his hand in her hair, tugging on it until she moaned and took him deeper. This, right here, was as good as it got. If she wanted him to wear a Santa hat this Christmas, he would. And he’d wear a shiny vest embellished with holly berries. Hell, he’d even dress up like Santa.
Wait.Where had that come from? Now wasnotthe time to be thinking about this shit.
He was so wound up that he wasn’t going to last. Not when that hot little mouth of hers was pushing him over the precipice. He loved that his sweet, sunny Charlie secretly possessed a wicked streak. And that she enjoyed giving pleasure just as much as receiving it.
“I’m coming,” he groaned. But she kept going, keeping hold of him as he allowed himself the sweet bliss of release. He shuddered as the pleasure soared through him.
When she sat up and grinned at him, he shook his head in resignation. “You win, sweetheart. I’m helpless around you.”
“I think the feeling’s mutual. But I’ll take the win.”
