"I thought you wanted to fuck me bent over the counter," I told him.
He straightened, his fingers still working on my clit. I moaned and bucked against his hand.
I gasped, "Don't you want to fuck me? I want you to fuck me."
"Yes, I want to fuck you," he said. "I want to fuck you just like this." His hand was still making that steady, infuriatingly slow motion that was slowly pushing me to the edge. "But you have to be methodical about these things." His hand moved up to my jaw, tilting my head up to kiss me. My back was arched, and my hips made little circles against his hand. "I need to watch you come undone first."
"Please, I need—"
"Oh, I know what you need," he said. "Turn around. Put your hands on the counter."
"Are you going to fuck me?"
"Better," he said.
Drunk on boozy eggnog and Jack Frost, I leaned over the counter, the flesh between my legs pulsing from his touch. My heart was racing, and I felt hot and charged.
I felt Jack moving behind me. He grasped my hips, hauling me upwards and forwards so I was splayed with my knees spread on the counter.
"I think I found my favorite cookie," Jack said as he pressed his mouth between my legs. His tongue traced every fold, and he kissed and sucked my clit. I hung onto the counter, pressing back against him.
"Faster," I whimpered. He obliged, his tongue and mouth bringing me to the edge of pleasure then throwing me off the cliff.
I cried out as I came.
"That was amazing," I slurred as he pulled me off the counter and wrapped me in his arms. "I came so hard I was singing Christmas carols."
I reached for the bulge in his pants, fully intending to repay the favor, but between the lack of sleep and the alcohol and the post-orgasm haze, I was feeling a little loopy.
Jack picked me up easily and took me into his bedroom.
"You didn't…"
"Next time," he said, kissing me softly as I settled back against the pillows and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
I woke up with a start.
"That was an insane dream," I said out loud. The sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling glass. My bedroom sure had a lot of windows all of a sudden, and I didn’t remember it being this big.
"Wait a minute," I whispered. I was not in my apartment. Where was Nina? More importantly, where were my clothes?
Drunk Chloe and the naughty elf had conspired against me. I slowly inched over to the edge of the bed. On a far closet doorknob, I saw my sexy Santa costume hanging up. Had I really shown up wearing that? No wonder I ended up naked in a strange bed. I eased out from under the sheets, tiptoed over, and ripped the little costume of the hanger.
"Where is my underwear?" I muttered.
"You weren't wearing any," Jack said from the doorway.
I turned and stared at him, clutching my costume towards me. It did not cover much.
Jack looked me up and down, grinned, and sipped the mug of coffee.
"What happened?" I asked cautiously.
He looked at me, a little surprised. I hoped I hadn’t insulted him.
"I just didn't remember…" I said, blushing. "I don't want to be the type of girl who sleeps with a guy and doesn't even remember."
