Page 44 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

Wren recognized that tonight she was using Sam to distract herself from walking in on her brother, but in all fairness, she did want to see him. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the thought of hooking up with Sam again made her body hum with eagerness.

Besides, it was the last time. After tonight, she’d tell Sam that she couldn’t have sex with him anymore because she wasn’t looking for anything steady, even a friends-with-benefits situation.

Several messages had come through on the new profile where she’d included her objective of starting a family, and she’d gotten a call from the clinic in Sun Valley, letting her know that a man had reached out about sperm donation. While the ad might have seemed crazy at the time, it was obviously paying off.

Wren secured her weapon in the safe under the driver’s seat and locked the door to the car, surprised by how quiet the neighborhood was on a Saturday night. She headed up the walkway and climbed the porch stairs, the yellow porch light shining down on her like a spotlight. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if any of his neighbors had noticed her.

The door opened, and Wren barely had time to smile before Sam reached out and took her hand, pulling her inside.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly.

“Hey yourself.” He shut the door and backed her against it, his mouth claiming hers in a scorching kiss. Wren melted when his body plastered against hers, opening her lips to the onslaught of his tongue, and forgetting why exactly she shouldn’t do this with Sam all day every day.

Sam broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked out my door last night.”

God, why did his admission make every nerve in her body tingle with excitement?

He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped hers around his shoulders, hanging on as he carried her over to the couch. The blinds were half-closed over the windows as he sat down, pulling her over his lap.

“How was your day?” he murmured, kissing his way down the column of her throat.

Wren tilted her head back, giving him better access. “It was a day. Yours?”

“Busy.”

“Mmm, did that make the day go faster?”

“Didn’t hurt,” he said, cupping the back of her neck. “Do you mind if we save the rest of the small talk for after? I’m dying to be inside you.”

Wren understood his urgency and reached between them for his belt, opening the buckle and slipping it through the loops. She wanted purchase and when she finally got his pants undone, Wren slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard, hot cock, and they sighed in unison.

Sam leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closed as Wren stroked him, sliding her hand up and down. Her pussy drummed with desire as she played with him, rubbing her thumb over his wet tip. Sam sucked in his breath and opened his eyes, watching her under heavy lids as she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked.

“Mmm, delicious.”

“Fuck me,” Sam groaned, flipping her off his lap in a fluid movement and onto her back.

Wren gasped, gripping the fabric cushion of the couch as he hovered over her, shadows passing over his face when lights from a passing car slipped through the blinds. The intensity of his expression sent her pulse racing, and she released the couch to grip the top of his jeans, pushing them over his hips.

“You know, I was going to put this in my mouth,” she murmured, her hand finding him again. “But somebody has control issues.”

Sam chuckled and climbed off her, standing next to the couch. “I’m sorry I interrupted. Carry on.”

Wren sat up and pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs, past his knees, eagerly watching his cock flex with his motions. He’d put his hand behind his back, as if afraid he’d stop her again, and a rush of heat swept through her. Sliding her hands around to cup the cheeks of his butt, she brought him into her, then ran her hand along the head of his dick, exhilaration zinging through her when he shuddered under her mouth.

“I’m ready to show you all the new things I’ve learned,” she breathed over him, glancing up at Sam teasingly. “Think you can handle it?”

Sam rocked his hips, his cock brushing her lips. “Try me.”

Wren wrapped her hand around the base of his length and squeezed as she opened her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking him. The salty taste of his precum went to her head, and Wren forgot she was supposed to be showing him something new. Teasing him. Her hands were everywhere as she took him deep, a sloppy rhythm born out of the basic need to enjoy him.

“God, Birdy, your mouth is fucking magic.” Sam thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she kept ahold of him to control the depth and speed. The two of them worked together, give and take, in and out, until Sam panted above her and his balls clenched in her hands, signaling he was losing control. Wren released him and dragged her tongue along the underside of him, teasing the pulsing vein.

Sam slipped his fingers into her hair and held her still. Wren glanced up at him in the dark, the feel of his intense gaze burning a hole in her soul.

“In case you have to leave when we’re done here, I’m not ready for this to be over.”

A wave of emotions tumbled through her, but before she could fully process the guilt, the longing, the fear . . . Sam lifted her off the couch and started stripping her, his hands stroking each patch of skin he exposed. Wren didn’t care that her uniform lay in a ball on the floor or that his hands slipped around to cup her cheeks, his finger tracing her scar.