Who knew with Brody, though? Maybe he was leading Hensley on. I viciously hoped she had been hurt by it. Though the last time she had practically thrown herself at me, she hadn’t seemed at all bent up about Brody.
If she didn’t even love him, then why was she cheating on me? Just because she could? Because she thought she could get away with it?
What was clear, though, was that she was nothing like Merrie.
Hensley would have hated the party. She would have thrown a huge fit if I had gone anywhere with her wearing that sweater.
Hensley hadn’t wanted me to move to Harrogate to start my company, even though I had tried to explain to her that I needed to be close to my business, that it didn’t make any sense to commute from Manhattan. The purchasing of the Wynter estate was supposed to help sweeten the deal for her to marry me and move to Harrogate.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to think about her.
I heard a soft knocking on the door.
“Come in,” I said absently.
The door opened, and my jaw dropped when I saw what Merrie was wearing.
“Is that…?”
Her grin was downright wicked. “A sexy Mrs. Claus outfit?”
She propped one booted foot on a short hope chest that sat at the end of the bed, showing off her curvy legs in black boots. “Why, yes it is. Do you like what you see?”
Of course I did. My mouth had gone dry, and my dick twitched in interest. “It's…okay.”
She saw right through me. Stepping forward, she advanced on me like a predator, and I was her prey. I did not mind it in the least.
“That's a shame…I've always wanted to ride my own Christmas sleigh.” Her eyes focused on my groin and my very obvious bulge.
I groaned. “You and your Christmas innuendos…” Then I smirked. “The outfit's okay, but you…damn, you make it sexy.”
In answer, she put a finger to her lip like a sexyPlayboybunny. “I've been a very bad girl. Santa put me on the naughty list this year.”
I stepped up to her, resting my hands on her hips and pulling her into me. “Oh? What have you done?”
She fake pouted at me. “I made you go to that terrible party.”
“It was pretty bad,” I confirmed. “What are you going to do to make it up to me?”
This was the question she had obviously been waiting for. “You get a reward, of course. For being such a good sport.” Another pout, and she grabbed my wrist, putting it to one of her milky thighs and dragging it upward past the hem of her short skirt. She leaned in as if imparting a secret. “I'm not wearing any underwear.”
“Naughty girl,” I said and then kissed her.
As I did, my hand wrapped around to feel one of her ass cheeks. It was gloriously bare.
With my other hand, I cupped my own groin. “You wanna ride this sleigh, huh?”
“All the way home, baby.”
I couldn't help the laugh from that cheesy line. Merrie, though, was all business. With a little shove, she pointed me in the direction of the bed.
Well, the woman wanted me. Who was I to say no?
I unbuttoned my pants and drew my cock out before sitting on the bed. Merrie followed right behind, straddling my lap. I kissed her and reached up to cup her tits, pushing them together so that her cleavage nearly popped out of her dress.
God, this woman was so hot.
And things were only going to get harder. We paused only for me to locate a condom from my back pocket and roll it on.
