I run a hand through my still damp hair and sigh. “It’s personal.”
“Well, you’re making it everyone’s business, especially mine,” Felicity replies and the fire in her words makes my dick twitch. She’s super-hot when she’s not perky and smiling.
“I’m not being Santa Fucking Claus.” I growl and step around the table, into her space.
“Yes you fucking are!” She bellows back and steps into my space.
I’m tall, probably the tallest guy who’s ever been in this break room, so maybe it didn’t brush anyone else on the top of the head, but it skims my hair. I reach up and feel the leaves. I tilt my head, and there above me is the leafy green bundle of mistletoe. I tilt my head back down, and our eyes connect.
“Guess you’re willing to ignore holiday traditions now that I’m the one under the mistletoe huh?” I’m honestly not sure why I say it. It comes out sounding like a taunt, like I’m daring her to kiss me. Am I? I don’t know. All I can focus on is the tip of her tongue as it subtly skims her bottom lip before she bites it. She grabs the front of my suit jacket and yanks me forward. My hands instinctively grab her hips as our torsos collide, and she plants a kiss firmly on my lips. It’s closed-mouthed. Hard, just a smashing of lips. But it’s like Fourth of July fireworks going off in my chest, and my groin.
So when she starts to unclench her fists on my lapels, and the pressure of her mouth lightens, I press my fingers harder into her hips and hold her close to my body as I tilt my head and open my mouth, moving my tongue against her lips until she opens them. It’s not a long wait. Her tongue rushes to meet mine, and then it’s on.
Her hands tug at my suit jacket again, mine slide off her hips to her ass, cupping it roughly as I press my instant hard-on into her stomach. I push into her, she stumbles backwards, which is what I want, and as I bite her bottom lip, she lifts her left leg, and I move my hand to help her hook it onto my hip. She rocks her pelvis into me, her hands in my hair, nails scraping and creating a shiver that runs hot down my back. My lips move to her neck, just below her ear and I rasp out a threat. “I wanna fuck you so hard those antlers fall off your pretty little head.”
“I wanna suck your dick like it’s a candy cane,” she whispers back. “And I know you like how I suck candy canes.”
Felicity Roark is pushing all my buttons, and this time, it’s in the right way.
I lean in and capture her mouth with mine again. I rut myself up in the crook of her body, her skirt riding precariously high on her thigh as my hand slips across the smooth skin covered in sexy black stockings. They’re thigh highs and when I get high enough I find bare flesh. We both shudder.
She pulls down my zipper on my dress pants and shoves her hand inside, pressing her palm into my underwear and against my thick length. Then she slips lower and cups my balls, and I bite her bottom lip. Her breath hitches as my exploring fingers find her underwear and then mine hitches when I find them damp.
PING.
Our eyes open and we tear ourselves apart with such force that her antler headband tumbles backward off her head. I catapult myself backward and hit a chair at the table with my hip, sending it tumbling to the tile floor with a clatter. Felicity turns her back on me and the door and immediately goes back to placing cookies in the Tupperware.
My eyes fly to the open door as I run my hands through my hair and I see Martine has stepped off the elevator and is looking at me quizzically. I feel caught even though I’d bet my contract she didn’t actually see anything. She reaches the break room door and peeks in, finding Felicity and her cookies. Now she’s holding the container and snapping the lid closed. “Hi you guys. Everything alright?”
“I’m going home,” I bark and Martine scoots out of the way as I stalk out the door and over to the elevator. It’s still there, so as soon as I punch the button, the doors open and I escape without another word.
The whole way home all I think about is that kiss and the wetness of the lacey fabric covering her pussy. Felicity is hiding some serious passion under that perky, proper, Type A exterior. She’s not a delicate flower or a shy girl. She pressed herself into me and palmed my cock like she fucking owned it.
When I get home, Max is doing his ridiculous dead thing again, lying on his back with all his paws in the air on the end of the L-shaped couch. I take off my shoes and hang my jacket on the back of one of my dining room chairs. My hands run down the front of the lapels as I remember the way she yanked on them.
I throw myself down on the couch next to Max, who starts purring immediately. I give his belly an absentminded rub with one hand and undo my dress shirt buttons with the other. My brain is replaying every second of those moments in the break room on a loop. Max knows I’m distracted, so after thirty seconds, he swats at my hand, rolls over and trots off. “Sorry buddy,” I whisper and start to undo my belt and dress pants. “But you probably don’t wanna be here for this anyway. It would be awkward.”
I slip my hand into my underwear and grip my hardened shaft, close my eyes and pretend it’s Felicity.
Chapter 10
Felicity
My face starts to flush as soon as I get out of my car and walk toward the arena. Oh my God, what the hell did I do last night? Making out with Nolan Duggan was inappropriate, out-of-character, the last thing I ever thought I would do and…felt incredible. The way he pawed at me, the way his tongue just decided it owned my mouth, the feel of his hands sliding up the inside of my thigh and his rock hard cock rubbing up against me.
“It’s like the North Pole out here so why do you look like you have a sunburn?” Xavier asks me as he appears from the other side of what must be his Range Rover and falls into step beside me.
I stare at the pavement in front of my heels and try not to turn even more red. It’s not really working. Ugh. “I’m just thinking about what a klutz I was falling over the other day.”
I lift my still bandaged wrist. I’m supposed to go see the trainer today and he’ll give it another once-over before I remove the tensor bandage completely. Xavier’s dark blue eyes look skeptical. He lifts one of his thick, dark brows. “Funny, I thought maybe the flush was excitement at your next Secret Santa gift you’re giving. Maybe fill his locker with candy canes or cover him in tinsel this time?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say calmly and pause as Xavier reaches for the door and holds it open for me.
“Look, I think the whole team has figured it out by now, probably even Nolan,” Xavier replies and gives me a wink and a calming smile because I guess he can tell my blood pressure is spiking at being outed. “No one else gets under his skin as good as you do. Been that way since you started here, and we love it. But I gotta let you know, his issues aren’t all invalid when it comes to avoiding the holidays.”
“He won’t get into specifics with me,” I explain as we walk down the hall to the elevator. “And I know he’s my secret Santa too, and he’s doing his worst so it’s only fair I do mine.”
Xavier’s eyes flare at that. “He’s your Secret Santa?”
