I moaned aloud when he found my clit and began rubbing over it, exciting me and making me wetter than ever.
I clutched his hair harder, my fingers tightening in pleasure. I just wanted something to hold onto as he teased me.
Matt seemed perfectly happy to let me do it. The front of his teeth scraped against my nipple, bringing a little zing of sensation that went straight through my core.
His fingers playing over my clit sped up, became harder, the motions faster, and I realized that I was rocketing toward the edge.
“Matt…” I tried to warn him, but it came out as a broken plea. Matt abandoned my nipples to lean up and capture my mouth against his own again, tongue sliding over my own in a claiming, possessive kiss.
Meanwhile, his fingers were doing delicious things to my pussy, stroking and rubbing me, demanding that I give over my pleasure to him.
I did not bother to resist.
I came with a soft cry, my hips arching against his touch, and he stroked my clit all the way through it.
“I’d fuck you right here,” he breathed as I panted, trying to catch my breath and stop seeing all the dancing candy canes bouncing around. “But I think I’d rather fuck you in my bed.”
Alarm bells. Warning sirens.
You cannot get involved in a relationship where you are for real sleeping with him. Eyes on the prize. You need to focus on work, not sex.
“Sorry,” I said, gathering the last of my wits about me and shoving him toward the door, probably looking insane with my clothes half-askew. “I actually have plans tonight.”
56
Matt
Merrie might have had plans, but all I had done the night before was to spin out about kissing her, stroking her, feeling her shuddering on my hand when she had come. And then her throwing me out.
Had I scared her? I assembled the tree stand I had bought, stuck the tree on it, and added some water. Kringle immediately shuffled over, stuck his large head in the metal dish, and guzzled it all down.
I refilled it, wondering whether it was too much to text Merrie. The water splashed in the pan. Kringle lapped at it, sending half the water all over the floor. He looked at me as if to say,That all you got?
“This is going to be a long night.”
I’m just goingto surprise her in her shop, I decided.
I had to see Merrie. It was early afternoon. The Christmas market wasn’t going to be in full swing for a few hours. I would be able to be alone with her and get a better read on her.
But instead of finding Merrie carefully rearranging her ornaments and cookies while the faint sounds of Christmas carols played in the background, the Merrie & Bright shop resembled Walmart on Black Friday.
Merrie, Bettina, and Olivia were frantically ringing people up, boxing up cookies and ornaments, and trying to keep the line of people from surging into the shop.
I stood there for a moment, stunned.
“You can’t cut in line,” an irate woman yelled at me. “We’ve been waiting here since six in the morning.”
“Ma’am,” I said coldly, “I paid for this shop.”
The woman squinted. Then her eyes lit up in recognition.
“Oh my gosh!” She clapped a hand over her mouth.
Merrie stuck her head outside. “Next in line, please.” She waved the woman inside and smiled when she saw me.
“It’s insane,” she said. “I would try to draft you into service, but Olivia and my great-aunt got in a screaming match over whether a reindeer could be blue or not, and we just need everyone to calm down.”
“Funny,” I said, hooking two fingers down the front of her low-cut sweater. She was practically spilling out of it. “I was just coming over here to help you de-stress.”
