“The hotel has a restaurant,” I reminded him.
“It's fussy and slow,” his coworker interjected. “Frost Tower has that awesome restaurant in it.”
“I'll see what I can do,” I stated. The engineers flashed me a thumbs-up, and I hightailed it upstairs.
Holly was waiting for me in the bedroom.
“I had the nice snowgirl costume and the naughty one,” Holly said.
The lingerie she was wearing was one piece, but that was where the wholesomeness ended. The whole thing was made out of white fishnet. A black silk belt encircled her waist, emphasizing the hourglass shape of her curves. The outlines of her nipples were visible through the fine mesh. The piece ended in a high white lace collar. Framing her pussy was another panel of lace. She was wearing thigh-high white stockings held up with garters attached to the black silk belt. Three black buttons pointed a trail down to the curve of her tits. The top hat was perched jauntily on her head.
All I wanted to do was rip the outfit off her.
“I definitely don't want you posting this online,” I said to her.
“This is all for you, Owen,” she said, doing a sexy little dance that enticed me to the bed.
She didn't have to coax. My shirt was already on the floor, and my pants weren't far behind. I pushed her back on the bed, sending the hat rolling aside. I kissed her hard, pressing my aching cock against her. Holly moaned and strained against me. I nuzzled her neck then kissed down to suck her tits through the fabric.
“I might have to rip this off of you,” I said hoarsely. “I hope you don't have any strong emotional attachment to it.”
“It's Christmas themed!” she said as I caressed her thighs, nibbling and teasing her nipples through the white fabric. “I love all my Christmas outfits equally.”
“I'll buy you a new one,” I growled, needing her immediately.
“But this one has an extra-special surprise.”
She gasped as I kissed my way down to the lace panel that framed the V where her legs met. I spread them, pushing my hand against her pussy as I kissed her. Holly moaned, fingers tangling in my hair. Then I noticed the surprise.
“Crotchless!” Holly said, winking up at me. “For your convenience.”
“You're the one who's going to benefit,” I told her as I stroked her, satisfied when she let out a loud moan. She whimpered and pressed herself against my hand. I ripped the thin white fishnet; her tits spilled out. I caressed one and kissed down the white lace to her pussy, pressing my mouth to the hot flesh. I held her hips down as she wiggled against me.
I hooked one stocking-clad leg over my shoulder then took my time as I explored every inch of her. I knew Holly was close when her breathing became more erratic and her legs trembled. I flicked my tongue against her clit then licked her hard, feeling smug when she cried out as she came.
“I'm going to be inside you the next time you do that,” I told her as she lay on the bed, gasping from the aftereffect of the orgasm. I put on a condom, stroking her. I wanted her to be aching and pleading for me.
When I grabbed her hips and pushed inside her, she whimpered. She clung to my shoulders as I fucked her, making sure to hit her clit with every stroke. I thrust into her a few times more, then Holly came with a cry, her arms wrapped around my neck. She panted sloppy kisses along my jaw.
“Merry Christmas,” she said. “I actually had another present for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I kissed her neck. It was finally the weekend, and I wanted to stay in bed with her all day.
“We're doing a Regency theme for the next episode of the bake-off. I was going to buy you a Mr. Darcy outfit since Jane Austen's novels are mostly set during the Regency period.”
I tried to keep the panic off my face.
“But I figured you'd like a tasty meat pie instead!” she said with a laugh at my horror.
“Good choice,” I growled, pushing her back onto the bed.
*
After showering,I followed Holly downstairs. She petted Rudolph then opened the oven. The smell of something delicious wafted out.
“Ta-da! By the magic of TV, I bring you meat pies.”
“I can't believe you had this cooking while we were upstairs. You could have made poor Rudolph homeless.”
