Page 40 of The Naughty List Agreement

Those horrid Christmases that had defined her stirred fear up inside of her. This was temporary. It wouldn’t—couldn’t—last, and that was all she needed right now. Some mindless, dirty sex with the hot toymaker. There were worse ways to spend Thanksgiving. Hooking up in his mom’s pantry, though, that wasn’t on her bingo card. She’d just have to put this in the wild square.

Moving her hand lower on his rock-hard stomach made her long to see him naked. She stroked his erection through his jeans and enjoyed the little sound he made in his throat. He cupped her butt and lifted her against his body.

She wrapped one leg around his thigh, rocking herself against his hard-on. She pulled her mouth from his and looked into his eyes, noting they were heavy-lidded, and his face was flushed with desire. He was as turned on as she was and that made it even hotter.

A lock of his thick chestnut hair fell across his forehead and she reached up to push it back. The silky strands were soft and cool against her fingers and she enjoyed the sensation. She enjoyed even more his hand going under her sweater, up and over her stomach, and then she felt his touch against the curve of her breast. He traced the lace pattern of her bra until her nipple hardened and a smile teased the corners of his mouth. Pushing the cup of her bra up, his palm rubbed over her sensitive skin and a shaft of desire went through her, pooling between her legs. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth to keep quiet and all she could think about was pulling up her sweater so he could take her nipple into his mouth.

“Is this naughty enough for you?” he asked.

Though she’d told him she’d done some naughty things, she almost felt too exposed here in his parents’ house, but then he lifted her up on the counter and stepped between her legs, and she stopped thinking at all. They were eye level now and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he pushed her sweater up, his tongue tracing over that one exposed nipple. His mouth hot as he suckled her, it was everything she’d imagined and more. She needed to touch him in return and wished they were at the right angle so she could reach into his jeans and take his erection in her hand.

She grabbed his chin and pulled his mouth up to hers, the coolness of the air making her nipple harden even more. Hopping off the counter, she tugged him into the corner of the butler’s pantry until her back was against the wall and he was pressed against her front. Her hands moved quickly to the fly of his pants, lowering them and slipping her hand inside. He was so hard already. She took him in her hand, stroking him up and down and he groaned. His mouth was on her neck, right where it met her shoulder, biting and sucking as she stroked him.

He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and guided first one finger and then two into where she was wet and wanting. Her center felt suddenly empty and she ached to feel his cock inside of her. Tension built and built as he continued to caress her, and she felt herself rapidly approaching the edge. “Oh God, I think I’m going to…”

“Do it,” he said.

His fingers pressed harder, finding that perfect spot, until every nerve in her body seemed to focus between her legs and she spasmed against him. Her head dropped to his shoulder while sensations rocked her body and stars burst behind her eyes. He rubbed his other hand up and down her back while she came down from her climax.

Once she’d caught her breath, she realized his cock was still hard and she reached down to touch him. The swollen head was wet and glistening and she found herself falling to her knees so she could take him in her mouth. She sucked him deep into the back of her throat, all the way in. The taste of him was salty as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. His hands were in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, while hers were gripping his ass and pulling him closer so she could take more.

He thrust deeper once, twice, and then he was spilling himself into her mouth. She swallowed it all, every drop, until he was empty.

Breathing hard, he slid down next to her on the floor and pulled her onto his lap. She curled into him, her head nestled onto his shoulder, his arms around her.

Her heart was still racing, and she could feel his thundering against her ear.

“Nick? Where’d you go?” Jack called from the dining room.

“Fuck.” Nick got up and tucked his dick back into his pants then zipped himself up. He opened the pantry door, blocking the entrance with his body so she could not be seen.

“Right here. What do you need?” Nick said. His voice was low, husky and held a hint of warning in it.

Jack held his hands up to his shoulders in surrender. “Your mom needs you to put on the special ornaments form your childhood, but I’ll tell her you’ll be a few minutes.”

“Thanks, man.” Nick closed the door and turned to Cora. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m not,” she said. “Wish we’d had more time, but otherwise no complaints.”

He gave her a smile that made her pulse jump. “Next time we’ll take it slow. Your hair is…”

He lifted his hand and pushed a strand back into place as she fixed her bra and then ran her hands through his own locks.

Cora wasn’t sure what would happen next between them and found she didn’t care. She was living in the moment and right now that moment was good. Very good.

It was the start of the Christmas season and for once she had something to look forward to.

Cora begged off decorating the tree when they rejoined everyone in the living room. His family were all acting very busy but Nick noticed that not much work had been done while he and Cora had been in the other room. Usually they used their magic to decorate the house, but with a mortal here, they’d had to do it the “hard way”.

“I have to be up really early tomorrow. But thank you all for a lovely time.”

His mom hugged her close and sent her home with leftovers and more cookies than Cora probably wanted. “We loved having you. Please come back again for Christmas.”

Everyone waited for her response, Nick as well. But Christmas, he was coming to realize, was complicated for the queen of the season. In fact, she seemed to not really love the holiday. She’d mentioned her childhood wasn’t the greatest and he wished he could change that. If there was a way he could go back and fix her past, he would.

“I… We’ll see. Thank you,” Cora said.

Nick followed her out to her car.