Authors: Lexie Davis
Chapter Four
When
Scott woke the next morning, he was in bed alone. Groaning, he rolled over to
his back and stared up at the ceiling. Had it been a fucking dream? That would
be some kind of torture if it had. He lifted the blanket and stared down at his
stiff dick, devoid of any clothing.
“Nope.”
He stood and grabbed his underwear from the floor and pulled them on. He didn’t
know where Piper had gone, but he wished she’d woken him up when she left.
He
found her at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, chatting on her cell phone
while she fired up his computer. She’d also helped herself to one of his
T-shirts from college that he hadn’t seen or worn in years.
“I
promise you, sir, that once the holidays are over you are going to be
thoroughly impressed with Whalen Enterprises. You couldn’t sign with a better
company but I think you already know that.”
He
frowned. She was working? It was Saturday and Christmas Eve. What the hell was
she working on that he didn’t know about? He came up behind her and kissed the
top of her head. She grabbed his arm and held him there while she finished her
conversation with the guy on the phone. Once she hung up, she grinned at him,
jumping up and into his arms.
“I
just got the Callahan account.” She kissed him and did a little dance.
Her breasts jiggled, momentarily distracting
him. “How happy are you right now? Because I’m thrilled.”
He
frowned. “What are you doing working on accounts? You’re in promotions.”
She
sighed. “Okay. I met Mr. Callahan at one of the charity functions you sent me
to in May. He was talking with Marc but told Marc that he wouldn’t sign with
him. Marc tried from every angle and then he dragged me into it. Mr. Callahan
definitely likes the ladies and we struck up a conversation. He said he only
wanted to deal with me and I offered to seal the deal for Marc. It’s win-win.”
Scott
shook his head. “Please tell me that you’re not using your looks to get a dirty
old man’s business.”
She
slapped his arm. “I’ve got brains too.”
He
licked his lips. “Yeah.”
She
narrowed her eyes. “I thought you’d be happy. Callahan is a big account. That’s
at least another couple million in sales. He wants properties all around the
globe.”
“What
will make me happy is if you stop working for a few minutes. It’s the weekend
and it’s Christmas. You’re supposed to be with me.”
She
snorted. “I always work. Hence that vacation I told you I needed my boss to
give me.”
She
lifted her coffee and sipped it. She had no qualms about making herself at
home. God, he loved that about her. There was no awkwardness between them. She
settled in his apartment like she owned the place and she worked to get his
business more clients. He didn’t even know what to think about that.
“What
happened to me waking you up and lifting your leg over mine so I can thrust
into you?” He brushed her hair from her face. “Maybe I’ll just have to tie you
to my bed and keep your cell phone far, far away.”
She
smiled. “Ooh. That sounds fun.”
He
laughed and leaned in for a kiss. “Are you hungry?”
“I
had a protein bar.” She turned to her makeshift desk. “Let me get all this
information into the company database and then I’m all yours again.”
He
looped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the computer. She
squealed as he leaned her over the kitchen counter. Her bare ass peeked out
from beneath the hem of the T-shirt and he smacked it. Piper jumped, glancing
over at him with shock.
“What
did I tell you about working this weekend?”
He
smacked her ass again, watching the firm cheeks tint to a lovely shade of pink.
He pinned her with his hips so that she couldn’t move and held her firmly with
his arm across the small of her back. Her ass needed to be red and maybe, just
maybe, she’d listen to him.
“Please.”
She dropped her head to the counter top.
He
wedged his knee between her legs, the moisture from her pussy slicking against
his thigh. “Are you going to work anymore during Christmas?”
He
smacked her ass watching as her cheeks tightened, reddened. She rubbed herself
against his thigh. “No. I’m sorry.”
He
lifted his arm from the small of her back and squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling
them apart. The heat from his handiwork had her dripping with desire. Reaching
inside his underwear, he pulled out his cock. He gripped her hips and pushed
inside her.
Her tight cunt had him
damn near ready to shoot his load. He’d never had a woman make him feel so out
of control. He took her hard, pressing her into the kitchen cabinet with each
of his strokes. Over and over again, he pushed inside her, driving both of
their pleasures higher. Piper cried out, milking him with the muscles of her
pussy and he loved it. He loved the way she gripped him. He loved how he fit
inside her like a velvet glove. God, he couldn’t stop thinking about being
inside her, taking her and making her his.
He
grunted his release and lifted her from the cabinet. The hard edge poked into
her stomach and he pulled out, turning her so that he could lift her shirt and
see. A slight mark ran horizontal on her skin and he sat her on the counter,
bending her back so that he could kiss it.
She
ran her fingers through his hair. “This is so not sanitary.”
He
laughed and pulled her up. His spunk leaked down her leg and onto the counter. Grabbing
a rag, he wiped it off.
“No
work.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I will tie you to my bed next time.”
“Promises,
promises.”
****
Taking
a mini vacation wasn’t such a bad idea. Piper sat in a bathtub full of bubbles
with a glass of wine while soft music played on the speakers in the room.
They’d spent the day together lounging on the sofa. He’d forced her to watch
Christmas movies even though he said he wouldn’t, and she hated it, but didn’t
mind watching them with him. He got pure joy out of something so silly. At
least it wasn’t the fucking Christmas music.
He
held her close and made her feel wanted and cherished. It was a stupid thing to
think, but that was Scott. He cared more about others than he did himself. She
liked it. Liked having him wrapped around her. He’d lean down every now and
then to kiss the tender spot behind her ear. It was something like that, that
had her insides melting into a puddle of goo. And she never got this way during
the holidays.
Piper
leaned her head back against the tub and closed her eyes. For so many years she
hated the holidays. Her family wasn’t around and she never found much time to
go back home. They’d honestly drifted apart the longer she stayed in New York
and a call from her mother was a surprise if it ever came. She’d accepted it a
long time ago. Things were simply different for her.
Except
for this year. This year Scott put her on the naughty list and gave her a
chance to make things different. Somewhere deep inside she knew it would come
to bite her in the ass one day, but it felt nice now. She liked being with him.
From the moment he sent her roses for her birthday—something she forgot—she saw
him differently. He was a great employer, but he was an even better man.
Knuckles
rapped on the door before he came inside. She nearly spit out her wine when she
saw the reindeer boxers he’d pulled on. “I ordered take out. It’ll be here in a
few minutes.”
She
set her wine to the side and sat up in the tub. “You’re so sexy in your
boxers.”
He
gave her a devilish grin. “I got them just for you.”
She
rolled her eyes, laughing as she shook her head. “There is something seriously
not right about you. No grown adult loves Christmas that much.”
“I
do.” He came to her and cupped his hand in the water to splash her. “Don’t make
fun of me either, Scrooge.”
She
turned her head just in time to avoid water to the face. “I prefer Grinch, thank
you very much.”
He
leaned in to kiss her, his tongue briefly sliding against hers. “Don’t steal my
Christmas.”
She
blew out a breath. “Then tell me why you love it so much. The music, movies,
boxers. Why?”
He
shrugged. “I miss my family. It’s always been tradition. Why do you hate it so
much?”
She
lifted her glass. “My family and I don’t get along.”
He
watched as she took a sip of wine. “Over you moving to New York?”
Nodding,
she sipped her drink. She didn’t want to think about that now. Not when she was
having a semi-decent holiday so far. She didn’t need to ruin it with bad
memories of fighting and anger.
“I
was supposed to go home for Christmas this year.” He wrinkled his nose. “I hate
to admit it but I love the snow. It’s not Christmas without snow. Arizona is
hot and when it’s not hot, you’re still able to wear shorts and flip flops comfortably.
My family might come here next year. I think that would be nice.”
He
cared about his family. She could tell. She wished the differences with her
family didn’t exist. She wanted to tell herself it was a timing issue since she
worked non-stop, but she really didn’t want to remember how lonely it was
living in the city.
“Come on. You’re going to get all wrinkly.”
He
lifted her out of the tub and reached for a towel. Piper took it from him and
wrapped it around her body. He grabbed her glass and carried it to the counter
where she’d left the bottle of wine. After he collected it, he left her alone
in the bathroom.
She
followed him, stopping when she’d seen he’d decorated the bed with rose petals.
She blinked a few times and glanced around, taking in the flickering lights of
the candles. She licked her lips as a bubble of giddiness welled inside her.
What had he planned for the night?
He
came back to the bedroom and pulled her to him. “After we eat, I’m going to
fuck you.” He kissed her lips. “And after that, I’m going to fuck you again. And
again. All night long.”
She
swallowed. “Doesn’t Santa come tonight? What would he think if he saw us
fucking all night long?”
Scott
chuckled. “We’re both on the naughty list, babe. We’re not getting much from
Santa this year.”
Piper
smoothed her hand along his chest. “And here I was thinking that you were the
only one that considered me naughty.”
Leaning
down, he kissed her cheek. “I don’t think Santa’s got what you want.”
“No.”
She slipped her hand into the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her fingers
around his cock. “But Rudolph does.”
“So
he does.”
Piper
slipped his boxers down and stroked his hard length. She dropped to her knees
in front of him and Scott let out a soft groan. Kissing his shaft, she pressed her
soft lips to the tip. Stickiness touched her upper lip and she lapped it off
before opening her mouth to suck him.
Scott’s
hand gripped the back of her head in desperation. She bobbed along his shaft,
taking time to explore every inch. He wanted to fuck her and she shoved his
hands away, keeping control. God, she loved this. Some girls didn’t but she
did. She loved the salty male taste. She love the feel of his thick cock in her
mouth. That look, that needful look in his eyes as he watched her had her wet
and wanting herself. Making a man need her felt pretty damn good. Controlling
his pleasure felt better. She moaned around his cock and he let out a curse.
Her fingers dug into his ass as she took more of him, sliding her tight lips
along his shaft. She teased the underside of his cock with the tip of her
tongue.
“Stop.”
He pushed gently at her shoulders and she let his cock fall from her mouth.
“Fuck, Piper. What the hell was that?”
She
glanced up at him. “You didn’t let me finish or I would have shown you.”
“Stand
beside the bed,” he growled.
If
she didn’t know better she would have thought he was pissed. She moved to the
bed and he sat on the edge. Tugging her down, he draped her over his lap. The
position was uncomfortable and his stiff cock still pressed against her
stomach. The smack of his hand came down hard against her ass. She jumped in
response, the sting enough to make her clench her cheeks. He did it again and
again. The agony seemed to go on and she still didn’t know what went wrong.
“You’re
not in control, Piper.” Her sensitive bottom had to be red from his hand. “You
don’t push my hands away when you’re sucking my dick. Nor will you ever have
control over my pleasure. I give you what I want you to have. Do you understand
me?”
She
felt wetness slick her inner thighs. He didn’t seem to notice. Her sensitive
bottom had her clutching at his calves to keep from jumping off his lap. Then
he touched her. His fingers slipped between her legs and pushed into her
moisture. She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward.
“You
didn’t answer my question.” He smeared her moisture over her clit. “Do you
understand that you’re not in control here?”