Page 4 of Amber’s Christmas Surprise

His hot breath fans my skin through the scrap of thin red lace that makes up my thong. I've started buying them because of the effect they have on my guys—one they reward me with and then some.

I barely manage to get out the words "and you're mine" when Wes notices what I'm wearing beneath my jeans.

"Are you trying to drive me mad, Ambear?" he demands.

"I—" That's as far as I get before he lets go of my pinned arms, yanks my jeans and panties down with one fell swoop, and recaptures my hands. Before I can protest—not that I'm sure I want to, despite being exposed on the staircase where practically anyone could walk in on us—Wes runs his tongue along my slit. Just once.

Then he pulls back, and I arch my hips forward, but Wes doesn't touch me again. "Wes, please."

"Not yet." He grins up at me.

I scowl back.

"If you make me wait one more second, I swear—" I don't get to finish my sentence.

He gives me another lick that leaves me trembling.

"You're teasing me," I accuse when he pulls back again.

"No, I'm teaching you patience."

"Don't you dare." I try to pull against his arms, but he keeps me in place. I arch my hips forward, but he doesn't give me what I want.

I suddenly feel like murdering my mate. Wes seems to pick up on my mood because he instantly looks up, eyes worried. "Should I stop?"

"I want to kill you, but I don't think I've ever been this turned on."

Wes starts to laugh. The sound echoes down the stairs, and I feel a wave of panic. What if someone comes to check on us? Someone who isn't one of my other two mates? Well, one mate, since the other is currently buying a dildo.

The thought of Julian coming up the stairs and sticking one inside me makes me clench. As if reading my mind, Wes raises his free hand and, ever so slowly, starts to slide his finger inside me. I start to clench around it, but force myself to relax. I need more so desperately, but Wes is playing a game, and I've got one of my own.

I stay perfectly still and try to sound almost bored. "I wonder if anyone's guessed the secret ingredient in the Christmas Cocoa."

"I'm not sure." Wes wrinkles his nose. He looks so adorable when he's confused, but then, I don't often talk shop once my panties come off. Scratch that. I never talk shop once my panties come off.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and barely hide my grin. "The hints of orange are—"

Wes pumps his finger in and out of me twice in quick succession, and I barely contain a gasp.

"They're what?" he asks.

It takes me a second to remember what we're talking about. "They're subtle, but they're there. I wonder if next year—"

He slams his finger into me and presses his lips against my soaking wet folds. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly come on the spot. I want to come. Bad. But Wes pulls back, a mischievous grin on his face. "I know what game you're playing, Ambear, and it's not going to work."

Chapter 3

"I'm not playing a game," I tell Wes, even though I totally am. But he started it, and turnabout's fair play.

"Then you don't care if I make you come?" Wes circles my clit with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to pump my hips.

"Nope." I try to sound bored.

Wes growls. "We'll see about that, little bear."

He slams his lips over my clit and pumps his finger in and out of me. He's rough, his mouth demanding, and it's everything. Heat courses through every part of me, right down to my fingertips and the tips of my toes.

I almost forget we're on the stairs where anyone can hear us until the opening notes of "All I Want For Christmas" echo up the stairs. I don't dare make a sound. I don't want any of the customers to hear me come, and I definitely don't want Wes to know just how good this feels. Not if he might stop.