49
Holly
“So you’re the famous Holly,” Sloane said later. The line had died down somewhat. I was sticky and smelled like chocolate, and I felt sweaty and dumpy beside her.
Sloane's lip curled as she looked me up and down. “Just because he's sleeping with you doesn't mean he wants to marry you,” she said. “You with your cookies and your silly outfits. You're not the type of girl a man like Owen marries. He can't take you to a nice fundraiser. You’re the train wreck that's freaky in bed. He doesn't want to show you off to his friends.”
“Oh, you must have pegged me for the wrong type of girl. See, I don't fight over men. You want Owen? Fine. He can make his own choices. He's a big boy.Very big, as I would assume you know—but maybe not,” I said as her expression darkened.
“He's just using you,” Sloane sneered before she left. “He's going to get his jollies, and then come New Year’s, the resolutions will hit, and he'll realize he needs to make better life choices. And those choices won't include baked goods or bakers.”
“Don't listen to her,” Fiona said. I poured a cookie shot for myself and one for her. “Maybe she'll get run over by a reindeer.”
“I'll toast to that.”
I left the rest of the drinks and cookie shot materials out so people could help themselves. It looked like I’d severely overbaked. There were still piles of cookies and enough alcohol to take a bath in. Which I still sorely needed.
As I walked around the party, I took video for my Instagram story. I went to one of the out-of-the-way niches, hoping it would be a little quieter. The music was booming. I wasn't the only contestant that had supplied copious amounts of alcohol. It was only six in the evening, and the Quantum Cyber lobby was hopping like a club at midnight.
I was intent on recording myself, explaining why exactly I was covered in chocolate, when something big appeared in my peripheral vision. I jumped, and Owen grabbed me, clapping a hand over my mouth before I could scream. I darted my tongue out and licked his palm.
He started to pull me to him. “Covered in chocolate, remember,” I said, pushing him away. “Don't want to mess up your suit. Though later, if you aren't tired of me, we can drink the rest of the booze, get naked, and smear chocolate all over each other.”
“I'd rather do it now,” he said, kissing me.
“You're supposed to be schmoozing with your employees.”
“I know,” he whispered. “But I'm really horny.”
I was immediately wet. “I'm not sure how to help with that,” I said, fidgeting. His eyes were an intense, deep blue.
“Really, you aren’t?”
“Someone could see. Also, I'm covered in chocolate,” I reminded him.
“This niche is pretty out of the way,” he countered, “and you're only covered in chocolate on the front.”
“What if we get caught?”
“Guess we'll have to be quick.” He kissed my neck and turned me around.
“Someone will hear,” I protested as his hand pushed between my legs. But I didn't protest all that hard. I was aching for him. My panties were drenched through. The music was loud, and I could tell Owen was going to make me come quickly.
“You can't tell me you don't want it,” he whispered in my ear.
I did kind of want it. Actually, there was no kind of about it. I wanted his cock right now.
“I’m wearing a romper,” I hissed.
“It's thin fabric,” he murmured in my ear. He reached down and tore the crotch, his fingers pushing inside to stroke my pussy. I bit down on a whimper. Owen unzipped his pants. I felt his thick cock tease my pussy through the ripped slit in my clothes.
“I love how wet you are,” he whispered, that deep voice sending shock waves straight to my pussy as he teased me with his cock. He ripped open a condom packet, rolled it on, then thrust into me. I moaned.
The sound system blared “All I Want for Christmas.”
All I wanted was Owen's cock, and he was giving it to me. I bit down another moan as he thrust into me. My tits tingled as his cock filled me. I whimpered again, and he ripped the romper a little more so he could rub my clit.
I gripped the edge of the bench, hoping I didn't get chocolate on anything as Owen fucked me from behind. I spread my legs as much as I could, needing him to go deeper. I let out a cry. Owen clamped his hand over my mouth again, the other digging into my hip as he fucked me.
