I threw worried glances to the window and sighed as she picked out potatoes, argued with the man at the fish counter about the state of the salmon, and picked over the cheese selection. I paid for the groceries, and she went to untie Milo. When I walked out, there was a skinny Santa talking to her. Chloe looked angry.
"Leave her alone," I snarled at him.
"Sorry, man," he said, holding up his hand.
"Do you know that Santa?" I demanded.
"Why does everyone assume I know them?" she yelled. She seemed frazzled, and I didn't want to ruin the day by pressing the matter.
"It's just that you're the self-proclaimed queen of Christmas," I joked.
She smiled slightly. "I guess I am."
When we arrived back at my penthouse, Chloe went to my bedroom and slowly took off the coat, the boots, and the sweater dress.
"I thought you were making eggs," I said, watching her, "but I'll take you for breakfast."
"I don't want food to get on my clothes."
"So you're going to cook in these?" I asked, unhooking her bra. Her tits spilled out, and I bent down, taking one in my mouth, rolling the nipple with my tongue.
She moaned and said, "I was going to put on one of your shirts."
"Yeah, I think I could get behind you walking around my house in a T-shirt, no bra, and the barest panties," I said.
"I'm supposed to be cooking," she said, the words coming out a little breathless.
"But it will be so much more satisfying after this," I told her.
I hooked a finger in the panties.
"Don’t rip it!" she gasped. I slowly pulled them down, past her thighs, then let gravity carry them to the floor. By that time, I had my fingers between her legs, one thigh hooked up around me.
"Not fair! You still have all your clothes on," she protested.
I ripped the T-shirt off then kicked off my boots and pants and took her back into my arms.
"You weren't wearing underwear," she said, stroking me.
"I had high hopes for this morning," I said and rolled on a condom then rubbed my cock between her legs, coating it with the slickness. Then I hoisted her up onto the dresser in the bedroom and encased myself in her.
"You're so tight," I whispered to her.
Her legs were wrapped around me, coaxing me deeper. I pressed my face to her tits, sucking and nuzzling them. The little whimpering and moaning noises she was making were driving me to the brink of my self-control. I angled her forward so that my cock would rub her clit every time I thrust. I could feel her nails in my scalp. She was so close.
"You're mine," I told her as we came. "I don't care if you're stalked by Santas, you’re all mine."
37
Chloe
"You really can bring the heat," I told Jack. Our lovemaking had been quick, and I was feeling a little lightheaded.
He caressed my thighs, letting his hand come up to rest on my hips.
"You smell like sex," he said.
"I guess I better shower then," I replied, leaning into his touch.
