"I want you," I whimpered.
"You want what?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
His two fingers teased around my clit, eliciting a moan from me. All the while he fucked me slowly, letting me rub against him, making me feel all of him. When I finally came, my whole body seized, and I could feel his cock spasming inside me.
"You're the sexiest little piece of Christmas candy I've ever had the pleasure of fucking," he said, nibbling on my ear.
"You ruined my outfit," I told him. I felt limp and sated.
"I'll buy you a new one," he said. "A sexier, skimpier one."
42
Jack
Chloe lay sprawled on the bed, half asleep. She was still wearing the partially ripped slutty Christmas candy outfit.
I was a little concerned about the stuff people were sending her, but she did look amazing in that outfit. The slit in the panties was driving me crazy. I let my fingers play in the slit for a few minutes and smiled when I heard Chloe whimper. My cock surged to life.
I straddled her. She was still slick from our lovemaking that had ended only moments ago. I kissed her deeply, moving inside of her. Her whole body shivered with tremors, the aftershocks of an orgasm.
"Can you come again for me?" I asked her.
She moaned from the back of her throat, arching her hips up to mine as I pushed into her.
"You're so tight," I told her, kissing her breasts, which heaved, uncontained, in the little scrap of red–and–white fabric. She came with a cry.
"Fuck," I said as I came. I rolled us both over, letting her lie on top of me.
"This is the most sex I've had in I think forever," I murmured into her neck.
"I think I'm addicted to you." She kissed me on the nose.
We slept like that. She was a cute blonde bundle in my arms the next morning. I pulled her to me as she pushed out of bed.
"I have to go to the bake-off," she said, slapping my hand away.
"Screw the bake-off, just stay here with me," I told her. "You can be my live-in chef. I'll give you a credit card with an unlimited line of credit, and you can buy whatever baking tools and ingredients you want."
"I don't need a handout," she told me, her face serious. "I'm with you because I like you, not because I want your money."
She stalked to the bathroom, and I groaned. I needed to stop putting my foot in my mouth. I couldn't lose Chloe.
I swung out of the bed and looked around. There was glitter all over the bedroom, along with little fluffy bits of lace. I left a generous tip for the maid and a note apologizing for the mess. Between Chloe's baking and the sexy outfits and the subsequent sex, my poor housekeeper was doing a lot more work than she usually did.
After Chloe left to prep for the bake-off filming and I walked Milo, I went down to the video studio. They shot a video of me at the beginning of the challenge, as well as some shots of my walking around, then I left the tower for the day. I had to take Milo to the groomers’, and then I had to go into the office. Between Frost Tower, the bake-off, and Chloe, I was neglecting my company.
Milo was happy to be outside. I needed to up his exercise routine. One more thing to add to the list.
The Scottie Dog Groomers and Pet Boutique was packed. It was fairly close to my tower and somewhat new. Ginny, the young woman who owned it, was washing a chunky-looking corgi when I walked in with Milo. The corgi barked at my husky.
"Gus, stop it," Ginny commanded. "I'll be right with you," she told me and wiped her hands.
"How's my handsome boy?" she said to Milo. He whined and licked her face.
"Congratulations," Ginny said to me.
"For what?" I was confused. Was she talking about the Platinum Provisions baking tools?
