Page 50 of The Mistletoe Mix-up

His friend’s eyes widened before his surprise melted into a grin. “Whatever you say, pal.” Mitch gave a little wave. “Nice to see you, Officer Little.”

“You, too.”

Mitch paused in the doorway, pointing at Sam and mouthing, You were holding out on me. When Wren turned, Mitched ducked out the door, leaving them alone.

Silence stretched between them until Sam cleared his throat. “You didn’t have to work today?”

“Oh, I did,” she said, moving farther into the shop. “I just went home and had some dinner, then changed my clothes to come see you.” Wren ran her finger over the back of his chair, adding, “I wasn’t sure if you were here until close or not, and after I took off the other night and got busy yesterday, I wasn’t sure you’d answer a text.”

“Interesting,” he said, leaning a hip against the counter. “I wasn’t sure I was gonna see you again.”

“It’s kind of a small town, but I get it.” Wren bit her lip, finally meeting his gaze. “I’m sure people have found ways to hide from awkward situations like this.”

“Awkward, huh?” He snorted. “I thought you were going to say mind-blowing.”

“It was, absolutely,” she said hesitantly.

“Go on. I can practically hear the ‘but’ coming.”

“But I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.”

“Ah,” he said, pushing off the counter and stalking toward her. “So it had nothing to do with avoiding me?” Sam stroked his hand over her cheek before burying it in the beautiful waves of her hair.

He forgot all about the hurt and frustration coiling inside him when she melted against his hold, the light casting a glow over her parted lips.

“Never wanting to feel my hands on your body again?” Her breath caught, and he took advantage, leaning over to brush his mouth with hers. “Never wanting me to kiss you until you have to come up for air?”

Wren arched to meet his lips, and he obliged her, covering her mouth with his. They grappled with each other’s clothing with impatience, his hands sliding under her jacket and pushing it to the ground. Sam turned her, reaching for the door to lock it, and once he heard the click, he switched off the lights.

Wren giggled against his lips. “Making sure nobody walks in on us?”

“That’s the plan,” he said, stripping off his T-shirt before his mouth was back on hers. God, he loved her sweet, heady taste. Wren’s fingers went to the belt of his jeans, sliding the leather out of the loops.

“I think it’s about time I showed you something else, don’t you?” She unbuttoned his jeans, pushing the rough fabric down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. He hopped from one foot to the other, kicking off his Hey Dudes and helping her divest him of his pants.

“What is that, exactly?”

She pushed him down onto the bench against the wall, standing over him with a grin as she tied her hair in a knot. She kneeled before him, pulling his pants, underwear, and socks all the way off until he was sitting naked in front of her.

Sam saw the flash of her wicked grin in the dim lighting just before she whispered, “How to make a man come in sixty seconds.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, I don’t know what tricks you think you have up your sleeve, but there is no way—” Sam grabbed on to the edge of the bench when her mouth covered him, and she drew him down in a long, slow suck. “Holy fuck!”

Her fingers were pressing behind his balls, closer to his ass than he’d let a woman go in a long time, and whatever she was doing with her fingers made his already tight balls jerk. Her mouth worked him in a steady, fast rhythm that didn’t falter, each precise suck and lick bringing him closer to the precipice. He moaned, “Holy fuck, whatever you’re doing, don’t fucking— Wren!”

There was no way he was already on the verge of coming, but when he threw his head back, hitting the wall with his crown, he ignored the slice of pain as his cock jerked one final time, and he blew. Her mouth still wrapped tightly around the base, she milked him with those glorious lips, swallowing his essence, and he slumped against the wall for support. His body was boneless, and he had no idea how she did it, but if that was an apology for ghosting him, he humbly accepted.

As long as she did it again sometime.

Wren did one last swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock, making him shiver, and she grinned up at him. “What was that about there being no way?”

“I stand, or more accurately, sit corrected,” Sam said, staring down at her flushed cheeks and glistening lips in wonder, “but are you going to tell me how you did it?”

“I hit your P-spot.”

“My what?” Sam said.

“Your P-spot. It’s your prostate, which can give a guy a super intense orgasm, just like a man can give a woman when he finds her G-spot.”