The Christmas Fix

by Kristen Kelly

  Zac came up behind my chair, started massaging the stiffness out of my shoulders.

  “Um, for sex?”

  I think he stopped breathing for just a moment.

  “Hey, I forgot to ask, how did the meeting go? I assumed they were impressed when you showed them their mistake?”

  “My mistake,” he corrected.

  “They don’t have to know that.”

  “It was...strange. Chase kept looking at me like he knew this wasn’t my own work. It didn’t help when he asked me how I came up with the solution.”

  “Did you tell him anything about me?”

  “No.”

  “Then who cares? A little to the right. Oh. Ohhhh. Oh, yeah. Right like that. First lava cake and now this. I am definitely in paradise.”

  My muscles were tense from leaning over desks all night, but they were loosening up nicely. He pressed a little harder.

  “Why do you do this?” he asked.

  “Do what?”

  “Work, here. You’re the smartest woman I know. Hell, you’re the smartest person I know. I bet you could do anything you put your mind to. Why this?”

  “I could ask you the same question.”

  He paused, tight-lipped.

  “Oh no. You don’t get to stop that just because I asked you a personal question.”

  “You first,” he said and continued working out one of the knots. “What’s your story, Velma? You thought you could land a rich husband so you took a job at Remington’s?”

  I turned around to glare at me.

  He burst out laughing. “I’m kidding!”

  “Just for that, I think I deserve the whole body treatment.” I let out a low sensual moan. The kind I knew would rattle his inner reserves. “Perhaps naked this time?”

  He took a breath. “So, do you want to see the room or not?”

  “Okay, but just for a minute. I’m really tired. Remember, I was up all night.”

  “We’ll just take a minute. Let’s go.” As he took my hand I asked, “Aren’t you going to put all that away?” He’d cleaned up the dishes, but everything else, our bowls, utensils, glasses, and serving dish were still on the table.

  “Nah, it can wait.”

  Chapter 10

  Zac

  AS SOON AS THE ELEVATOR doors closed, Charlotte leapt into my arms and kissed me with such heat and longing, we collided into the back of the elevator with a thud.

  “Is this for the cake?”

  The answer she gave me barked from her deep brown eyes. “Nope. I’m thanking you ahead of time for that full body massage.” I could smell her shampoo. Citrus with a zing of vanilla.

  “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

  “Didn’t you?” She slid one hand down the back of my pants, gripping one ass cheek.

  “You’re presuming a lot, aren’t you, Velma? I think maybe you should keep your distance. I’m a little afraid of what you’ll do to me,” I teased.

  She giggled. “Okay.” Then moved to the other side of the elevator.

  Her T-shirt was so tight, her breasts strained against the fabric. I pictured myself rubbing between them, blowing my load inside that naughty little crease. If I pushed them up, she could reach with her tongue. So fucking delicious.

  As if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she lifted her breasts, arched her back, then held on to the brass bar behind her hip. “Oh, you’ll give me the massage alright. As payment after I give you something.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  “A girl can’t always wait for Scooby to make the first move.”

  “I think Scooby is the dog,” I said with a chuckle. “You mean Shaggy.”

  “Is that the dog’s owner?”

  “I think so.”

  “Then no. I meant Fred although I think Fred had the hots for Daphne. Guys never go for brainy girls. Even in cartoons.”

  “Stupid man.” I strolled over, covered her hands with my own, then I kissed her, this time sensing heat, a sudden unraveling, the taste of cherry along her tongue. I kicked her legs apart and her hips rocked forward, cradling my cock through her jeans. “Charlotte...”

  “Mmmm.”

  “If I were Fred, I’d take Velma in one of those caves they’re always exploring.”

  Her breath was hot, coming in short little bursts of heat against my cheek. “What would you do to her in that cave?’

  I slipped a hand beneath the T-shirt, pinching one of her nipples roughly. She gasped, pressed closer to my chest. “I’d kiss her from head to toe, then lick her slowly and deeply, bathe myself in her hot sweet sexy juices. Completely cover my face while I fucked her with my tongue. I’d lick her so thoroughly, she’d never think of another man.”

  “And Daphne?” Her voice was like a flutter of birds. “She’s the pretty one. Wouldn’t you want Daphne?

  “No. Just Velma. I’d make Daphne watch. Make her sit there lusting for my attention but always knowing I was Velma’s. Only Velma’s. I’d spread Velma’s legs, lap up her tender juices, maybe finger fuck her ass. Then just as Velma was about to come, I’d take out my cock so both girls could see, stroke it so I was hard, give them both a good look, then turn my back on Daphne. I’d fuck Velma like she’d never been fucked before. Leave Daphne in the dust.”

  “I rather like that,” Charlie said.

  Realizing it had taken longer than the required minute-and-a-half to reach the basement, I stared at the control panel slightly alarmed. “Are we stuck?”

  “Not yet.” Stepping out of my arms, she gave me a sly grin, before pressing the button with a capital B on it. “Going down,” she sang out.

  “Not yet,” I repeated. “But I will if you’ll let me.”

  Chapter 11

  Charlotte

  IT WAS SOME SORT OF trickery, voodoo perhaps. Those fingers. They had the power to turn my insides to molten lava. The way those arms flexed as he held me. The musky smell of his skin. Everything. I was definitely under the spell of Zachary Taylor and I was hooked.

  Who was this guy? Surely, he was an illusion, a figment of my imagination because I’d never felt this way with a man in my entire life. Not ever, but once that neck massage began, it had been all over. Somehow, things just spiraled out of control. Fresh moisture flooded my core, coating the seams of my panties. I felt boneless and my brain shut off for once. Our tongues touched, danced all over each other’s, my nipples hardened almost painfully, pushing through the thin cotton of my blouse.

  “Up, up, up, baby.”

  I saw tiny indents in the fabric as Zac lifted the shirt over my head. Note to self. Cross out the words on shirt that read: The Book Was Better. Change to: Sex with Zac Taylor’s tongue is amazing!

  Hot hands lifted each breast out of my bra. Growling, he sucked one in his mouth, somehow managed to unbuckle his pants at the same time. I reached down to grab his cock, but he slapped my hand away so hard, I was momentarily shocked.

  So that’s how you want to play.

  I loved the way I felt. A shell of my former self. Just nerves and blood coursing through my veins. A tonic to my soul.

  I smelled leather and candle wax, sensed a sweetness on my tongue.

  “Mmmm. Your motor is running, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, my neck, my chin. When he finally traveled up to my lips, the action was intoxicating.

  When had he removed my pants?

  Two thick digits prodded between my legs. Slowly. Methodically, then faster and harder. I shivered, pushed into his hand. Blazing heat pulsed along my skin, the intensity overwhelming.

  “Let go for me, baby. Just fucking let go.”

  He made a long languid swipe and then again. I cried out, my head thrashing side to side. Soon I was jumping off a bridge. Catapulting into orgasmic bliss. Was it supposed to happen this fast? Every one of my senses overloaded with unbelievable sensation, unhinging my brain like a fatalistic avalanche.

  When my brain finally started registering beyond the sensations of
every nerve, my libido, my everything, I panicked about what this could lead to. First breakfast, then sleepovers. Pretty soon I’d be wrapping all his Christmas gifts for his family. Then what? Could I keep this up, without my heart being involved? Would he shatter me to bits?

  Stop, stop, stop! You’re thinking again.

  This is what I’d wanted, right? A simple sexual release with someone I liked. Zac was fun and sweet and we got along great. Besides, we’d been flirting with each other for weeks. It was the natural progression of our efforts.

  I climbed onto his lap, straddled him, pressed my mound against that magnificent cock of his while he stroked my bare back in long leisurely pulls.

  “Charlotte? Sweetheart?”

  “Mmmm.”

  “Can I tie you up?”

  “What?”

  “Can I tie you up?” he repeated. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you and I’ll give you a safe word.”

  “I...I’ve never....”

  “You don’t have to do anything, just follow my lead.” He glanced over his shoulder toward a door. “We’ll go to the Boom Boom Room.”

  I giggled. “The Boom Boom Room? Is that what they call it?”

  “That’s what I call it.”

  I looked at him suspiciously.

  “Hey, I just made it up. Honest.”

  I shrugged.

  “You’re actually the first woman I’ve brought down here.”

  “Then why would you give it that name?”

  “I’ve heard stories.”

  “Sounds...adventurous and I’m an adventurous kind of girl.” I scrambled off his lap, cupping both breasts. “Let’s see what’s behind Door Number Two.”

  Zac’s eyes bulged. His face split into the most adorable boyish grin. “Okay, Velma. Door number two it is.”

  I got on all fours, intending to crawl off the bed, but he grabbed me by both ankles. “Ah you are so fucking sexy.”

  An expression of deep need showing in his flame-filled eyes. Like a tiger in the jungle, he appeared as if he wanted to swallow me whole, stretch me to my inner limits, ravage me with deep primal thrusts so completely, I’d not be walking for a week. I bent down, licked the drops of semen off his cap. He growled, fisting my hair as I took a bit more into my mouth, sucked hard enough to make a loud pop as he slid out of my mouth.

  “Charlie.” My name came out in a growl. “I’ve wanted you all week. I’m like a junky, once I’ve had a taste, I need more. I need you, Charlotte. I need you like I’ve never needed any one in my life and I... I...”

  I waited, wondering if he was going to say the L word, but he didn’t. So I lay on my back, ass cradled on the pillow, waiting. “Something wrong?”

  “I want this to last longer. For you, Velma,” he said. He stared down with hungry brown eyes and suddenly I realized how awesome it was to be wanted this badly. I felt sexy. Alive. Loved? No, love had nothing to do with it.

  Appearing as if he were having some sort of dilemma in his head, he flipped me onto my stomach, knocking the wind momentarily out of me. It was so unexpected and he was so strong that I yelped.

  “On your knees, Velma. Shaggy needs a snack.”

  I did as I was told, head down on my arms, knees spread like an invitation, his head snuggled beneath my legs.

  “So fucking sexy,” he mused before spreading my folds over his face. He inserted a thick hot digit inside, then replaced it with his tongue, swirling it around my lady parts, I rocked. Then I soared. Oh God! Nothing in my life could have prepared me for this moment, this feeling of being worshipped by the sexiest, kindest, funniest man I’d ever met. My breathing had became labored and I knew I’d have whisker burns in the morning.

  A clock chimed, but it hardly registered understanding. His whiskers grazed the insides of my thighs. It seemed all the oxygen had left my lungs all of a sudden. After jumping off that cliff a second time, he left the space beneath my body, then slapped me hard on the ass. I swiveled my head around, stunned. “...the hell!”

  He reached underneath, tweaked one of my nipples. “You really should pierce these. I hear it makes the sensation amazing.”

  “The only thing I’m piercing is my ears,” I said.

  “Just a suggestion.”

  “Why did you slap me?”

  “I like to see your ass all hot and pink. Sexy as all fuck.”

  “A little notice next time would be good.”

  “You got it. Incoming...”Another slap, before positioning himself at my entrance. He rubbed his dick against my bare pussy, whispered in my ear, “Know what I find extremely hot, Velma? Besides my prick in that hot wet pussy of yours.”

  “My ass in the air like a baboon?”

  He laughed. “Okay, you do look a little red down there. What I really find irresistible in a woman is her brain.”

  I turned to look behind me which was no easy feat, seeing I was up on all fours, facing the wall. “Yeah, right. You have a bridge you want to sell me?”

  “I’m being serious. Ah fuck. I’m going to explode.” With no apparent thought to my actual comfort, I felt a slight tear when he entered me hard and fast—I was still swollen from the previous orgasm, plus this new position, apparently one that accommodated him more fully—stretched me in places I didn’t know needed stretching. He started to move. Like a freaking race horse, rushing to the finish, strong fingers dug into my hips as I was pounded from within.

  He groaned, letting me know he was close, then unloaded every drop of passion and energy he possessed in my space. I felt it. Every drop. Loved how the hot seed painting my inner thighs.

  “Zac...?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why did you say that? False flattery isn’t something I enjoy.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Men are never aroused by what comes out of my mouth. I’d even say it’s a turnoff.”

  “Not me.”

  “Well, that’s a revelation.”

  He chuckled in my ear. “Kind of a revelation to me too. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you corrected my grammar.”

  “I never...”

  “You did. And it was hot as fucking hell.”

  “That’s sick.” I felt the loss of his heat as he lifted, but warmed by what he said.

  “Whew.” He collapsed on the bed beside me, hair askew and completely adorable.

  “And the ropes?” I asked.

  He mimicked the dialogue from the movie, Troop Beverly Hills. “We don’t need no stinking ropes,”

  Chapter 12

  Zac

  WHAT WAS I DOING? I said I’d never love another woman, never put my soul out there like that again and I hadn’t. I’d gone without feeling anything and I’d been happy.

  Was I making a mistake with Charlotte? Why couldn’t I stay away from her? I’d tried. God, how I’d tried, but every time I thought up excuses to come in later and later, avoid her altogether, I caved. The temptation of those soft sensual curves did me in every time. The luscious taste of her naughty mouth. It wasn’t just sex. I knew it in my bones. I was falling for her. Every buried emotion inside me was screaming, shouting, clawing at my insides. Begging to be left out. But then what?

  I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the gorgeous woman I’d just made love to, wondering if I should wake her up. Go another round. I knew if I gazed on those dark curly tresses long enough, traced that olive skin with my fingertips, fantasized about those ropes I’d planned on using, I’d be hard again in seconds, but Charlotte needed sleep. There wasn’t any time.

  Time.

  There was never enough time. Not for anything of real value. Relationships. My passion for good food. The attention of a beautiful woman. Before Charlotte, I’d only thought with my dick, reasoning if he got wet enough times, it would be enough, but I’d been wrong. So fucking wrong I could taste it in my mouth. I needed, companionship. Someone who just wanted me for me. But that was not to be. Anything outside of this fucking company was off limits. All I
seemed to have time for was the bottom line.

  I reached over, swept a lock of hair that was stuck to the side of her lovely face, thankful she didn’t stir. Charlotte worked hard and she played hard too. For about the hundredth time since we’d met, I wondered how the hell a woman with Charlotte’s brains was working at cleaning offices. I was glad I was able to give her that letter of recommendations, but was it enough? Enough to change her situation? I hadn’t asked. Was that because I didn’t want her going away to school, or because I was a coward?

  I grabbed my pants off a nearby chair, but couldn’t find my belt. After searching, I realized it was under the bed, along with Charlotte’s shoes. I took the shoes and set them neatly in the closet, laced the belt through the loops then put on my pants.

  I glanced back at the sleeping beauty in my bed. I didn’t have the heart to wake her.

  I’d never seen anything so beautiful. Long fluffy black hair splayed across my pillow. Perfect nose. Flawless skin. Not black. Not white, but a taupe kind of creamy color. Sort of like weak cocoa. Sweet but a little bitter sometimes. And those lips! They were wide and sensuous. Hell, I didn’t know I found lips like that so attractive until now.

  She had an interesting past as well and didn’t hesitate to share it. Most women I knew, guarded that like it was the secret to their longevity. Not Charlotte. Father died when she was twelve, leaving her and her mother to raise her younger sister. Something wasn’t quite right with her mother though; she didn’t elaborate. She cut school to help at home, was tutored for some unknown reason. It blew my mind that she would make such a sacrifice for her family when she clearly smart enough for so much more.

  I glanced at my watch. Nine o’clock in the morning. She’d only been asleep an hour. This was no better than jumping her in the closet. Watching he sleep, I couldn’t deny that little element of danger didn’t turn me on.

  I was such an asshole. Charlotte deserved more than stolen kisses and sex when she was half dead. A real relationship, outside of work. That’s what she deserved. Not sneaking around like teenagers.