Naughty Before Christmas (Decadent Delight Series #3) (13 page)

B
oo, it isn’t what you think.

Why hadn’t she believed him?
Berlin scowled and brought a hand to her forehead. If she had been feverous for the last few days then maybe that would have explained it.
Dumb move, Berlin.
She had almost sacrificed her marriage and happiness because of pride.

Hearing
infectious laughing, her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed out at the young children frolicking around on the snowy lawn, and couldn’t resist a smile. Last winter, she and Reggie made snow angels in their front yard. The afternoon had ended in a snowball fight that sent her laughing and screaming into the house. Soaked, wet and shivering, she and Reggie had rushed into the bathroom where she had drawn a hot bath. They spent the next hour, beneath the water, talking about having a baby.

Their baby.

Tears clouded Berlin’s eyes as she brought a protective hand and rested it on her belly. She loved her husband and their life together, and nothing was ever going to come between them again.

Now she just needed to call Reggie
and tell him.

This feels like déjà vu.

A clu
ster of silver bells over the door jingled as Reggie strutted inside. It was almost noon and the clinic was hours away from closing for the season.

Patients filled the waiting room
, and as soon as he strutted past the playroom, the area grew quiet as all eyes were in his direction. 

“
Mommy, look! Santa Claus!” the little boy cried, his green eyes bulging.

Reggie waved and swung the big black bag over his shoulder.
It was snowing and barely twenty degrees outside yet he already felt sweat beneath the red coat and pants he wore. A quick glance at the clock on the wall over the water fountain made him scowl. Not enough time to sneak by his wife’s office and steal a kiss.
That’s if she was ready to forgive him.
She had contacted him yesterday wanting to talk about the incident but after a long uncomfortable moment they both decided to save the discussion until after he had returned home. Unfortunately, Reggie had arrived back in St. Louis with just enough time to change into the Santa suit and hurry to the clinic.

“
Man, you make that costume look good.”

He swung around and glared at his homeboy Dr. Cameron Clarke.
His lips twitched. “I see you got jokes.”

He chuckled.
“My bad. But hey, ever since you filled in for me five years ago they keep asking for you back.”

Reggie
struck a pose. “Yeah, I guess I am good at everything I do. If you don’t believe me, ask my wife.” Reaching up, he gave him a fist bump.

They chatted about the holiday then Camero
n’s pager went off. He glanced down at it then frowned. “Look, I gotta go. I’ve a family to see.” Reggie could tell by the expression on Cameron’s face that whatever it was, he wasn’t looking forward to it. After years of practicing pediatric medicine, terminally ill children were one part of Cameron’s job he couldn’t seem to get used to. “I’ll catch you before you leave.”

Reggie nodded then swung the
thick sack further onto his shoulder and moved down the long corridor.

“
Good afternoon, Santa.” He was greeted by the nurses behind the reception desk. They were each wearing reindeer antlers. He noticed the way they were batting their eyelashes and grinning like it was a Colgate toothpaste commercial. 

“
Whassup, ladies,” he said, grinning beneath the itchy white beard.

He moved to the end of the hall until he reached the giant black chair
, awaiting him, beside a nine-foot Christmas tree that was brilliantly decorated.

Children
started lining up, obviously eager to see what Santa had inside his bag.

Reggie took a seat then
patted his thigh and signaled for the first child to climb on and tell him if he’d been naughty or nice. Speaking of naughty… When the third little girl scrambled up onto his lap, Reggie spotted his wife. His mouth went dry. There Berlin was in a black sweater dress that hugged her swelling stomach and shapely ass. She had worn her hair down. He loved her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. While smiling, over at him, she sauntered across the corridor. Reggie shook his head. His wife had no idea how sexy she was, or how much her pregnancy turned him on.

“Santa,” he heard
, the small child now tapping him on the chest.

Looking down
, he grinned. “My bad. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”

Reggie half-listened while he watched Berlin out the corner of his eyes. She
was also watching him, her lower lip caught between her teeth. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. In fact, he had to force his gaze away long enough to hand the little girl a present then signaled for the next eager child. When he finally looked over again, Berlin waved and then departed.

The next hour was the longest of his life.
Children shared their Christmas lists while sitting on his lap and Reggie listened to every single request. The entire time he was keenly aware of each and every time his wife sauntered up and down the corridor. There he was with a child on both knees while his hands ached to drag Berlin down onto his lap. Whenever she drew closer, Reggie tilted his head and allowed his gaze to track her movement.

By the time he had given the last child a gift and he scurried off to grab h
is father’s hand, the clinic had closed, and Berlin was standing several feet away.

And
Reggie was now all alone with his wife. Lust jolted at his crotch and his penis stiffened.

“
C’mere.” He patted his lap and signaled for her to come closer. “Have you been a good girl?” he asked when she was finally standing in front of him.

Berlin licked her lips.
“Nope. Never.”

“
Good.” Grabbing her hand, he dragged her down onto his lap. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he added then kissed her soundly on her full, pouty lips.

“I missed you,” she cooed
as she yanked the beard away for better access.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he murmured.
Clasping his hand behind her head, he brought Berlin’s mouth to his, determined to devour her with his demanding tongue, but instead, he teased her mouth until she parted her lips. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He slipped inside, touching and teasing until she released a moan from deep in her throat. While he licked and sucked at her mouth, he reached up and allowed his fingers to thread through her hair, drawing her closer and yet it still wasn’t close enough.

“I missed you so much,”
she murmured while he licked at her mouth then nibbled a path down along her jaw to her neck before she dragged him back to her mouth again. The kiss suddenly became wild and desperate to the point his body was aching for him to bend her over Santa’s chair and slide inside. He had been without his wife for far too long. However,
Reggie planned to take his time making love to her. He wanted make-up sex that was slow and sensual. He wanted to feel her pussy tightly surrounding
him, then slowly stretching to accommodate him. But the way Berlin was squirming on his lap, grinding her ass along his erection, if she didn’t stop, he was going to lift up her dress and take her right then and there, and to hell with who saw them.

Desperately,
he drew back. Berlin was breathing heavily. Reggie gazed up into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts as he whispered, “I love you.”

She gave a soft smile then looked
over her shoulder toward the end of the hall before sliding off his lap and then standing up. “Come with me.” She signaled with a crook of her finger.

Reggie
stood, removed the hat and wig from his head, tossing them onto the chair, and followed the click of her heels down the long hallway to her office at the very corner. And he couldn’t resist a grin.

It
’s about to go down.

As soon as they stepped inside,
Berlin shut the door then turned the lock and once again she was in his arms, kissing frantically.

Reggie
took
her breasts in his hands, his thumbs coaxing
her nipples to harden for him.

“
Reggie.”

The sound was a
desperate cry from deep in her throat. The yearning and need
he heard pushed him on. Almost frantically, he released the side buttons to her dress and slipped a hand inside. Without breaking the kiss, he squeezed and pinched at her nipples,
while his mouth continued to ravish her lips. Gasping, Berlin reached behind and unfastened the clasp to her satin bra and Reggie tossed it away.

“Put it in your mouth,” she cried as she arched into his touch.

Reggie backed her against the wall until her shoulder bumped the wall then he took
one straining nipple into his mouth, and
slipped it between his lips.

“
Yes
,” she sighed while he gently pulled on the delicate flesh
. She moaned while he sucked, and her hand traveled down to unfasten the belt holding up the red trousers
.

Berlin
arched into his mouth while his
tongue flicked out to caress her hardened nipples. And when he bit down gently,
she shive
red against his lips.

“
Oh, Reggie,” Berlin moaned while
Reggie swept sensual fingers down across her stomach and around to her back and he felt the goose bumps that flickered against her skin with each touch. When he reached her ass, he squeezed and dragged her closer so he could feel the heat of her pussy grazing his thighs.

Desperately, Berlin popped
the last of the buttons from Reggie’s trousers, then reached inside and held his length in her hand.

“
You want some of that?” he growled as his lips teased
her erect nipple.

“You know I do,” she whined.

“Stroke me. Show me how badly you want it
.”

“You got it
, Santa.”

*  *  *

Berlin
took him in her hand. Her husband was large and hard, and felt so good between her fingers. She rubbed the head against her throbbing mound in an ill attempt at soothing it.

“
That feels so good,” she purred, enjoying the way the head grazed her clit.
She swirled the wetness that seeped out the tip around the entire head, causing Reggie to groan with appreciation.

“Take those tights off,” he demanded and the desperation in his voice caused her to smile.
She stepped out of her shoes. With her other hand, she reached under her dress and yanked the cable tights along with her panties down to her knees. Using his foot, Reggie maneuvered them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and pushed them away with her toes.

“
Now touch me,” she whispered, frantic to feel his fingers between her wet folds
.

“
Touch you where?” he asked as he brought his mouth to her neck and shoulders
.

“
Reggie, please,” she whimpered. Opening her eyes, she met the challenge blazing in his eyes.
“You know where.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

She groaned
while he stared at her with laughter teasing his mouth.

“Reggie, baby, please. Bury
your fingers inside me?”

“That a girl. See how easy that was,” he chuckled
while his hand slowly grazed the top of her kitty, his
fingers sliding sensually through her hair.

She exhaled
when Reggie slid one finger along her folds, then
parted her, slipping one finger, followed by another deep inside her.

“
Oh
,” Berlin gasped while her thighs
quivered.

“
You’re so wet,” Reggie growled, and met her eyes. “I can smell how aroused you are.”

“No
, you can’t,” she denied.

“The hell I can’t,” he groaned then removed
his fingers long enough to bring his hand to his nose and sniffed. The act caused her kitty to throb with anticipation. Berlin watched him thoroughly lick her wetness from his fingers before lowering his hand between her thighs again.

With his other hand he
lifted one leg up around his waist. Berlin leaned back against the wall to keep from falling.

“
Yes,” he groaned, probing her deeper. “That pussy is so warm and wet.”

“Ohhh, yess,” Berlin purred. Reaching up she ran her hands along his cornrows while her hips rocked, matching the
rhythm of his fingers. “That feels so good.” She sighed.
As she stared into his eyes, she wondered how she'd endured the last few nights without him
.