White Hot Holidays: Special Agent Santa

by Denise A. Agnew

  He stopped kissing her and with slow, slow motion, he cupped both breasts. Her breasts weren’t too big or too small, and yet the nipples were a large and dusky brown. Tight and aroused, they poked out, ready to be licked, stroked, tasted.

  Her whole body throbbed with needs. Her clit throbbed, the very walls of her pussy clenched, released and ached. His fingers drew together and pinched lightly. She gasped. Oh, yes. She threw back her head and enjoyed as he massaged her nipples with tender, delicate strokes and sweet plucks that sent her breath into overdrive and her heart pounding out of her chest.

  As he looked into her eyes, she saw the building affection, the growing love. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her eyelids. “Your eyes are so dark and mysterious it makes a man wonder.” He brushed his lips over her nose and then her chin. “And your face…your skin is so smooth.”

  Kat trembled, brought to the edge by the care he took with her. Before she understood his intent, he swept her into his arms.

  “Boone!”

  “Easy, darlin’. Don’t you like to be carried?” He headed toward the stairs. “Just enjoy it.”

  And she did. She looped her arms around his neck and savored the power under her fingertips. His arms felt so warm, so strong, so protective that primeval female instincts took over. Once upstairs he headed for the end of the hallway. Her heart pounded as he reached a bedroom now barely illuminated with late afternoon winter light. A large, dark cherry wood four-poster bed dominated the big bedroom. At the bed, he released Kat so that she slid down his body. He kissed her lightly then looked deep into her eyes. Fascinated by the masculine planes of his face, she brushed her fingers over his unshaven jaw. His nostrils flared, his eyes blazing with a building desire. His mint-scented breath touched her cheek. She wanted the hot and fluid pressure of his body to encompass and soothe the crazy desire overruling every thought within.

  “Give me your heart,” he said softly, his lips near hers.

  As they locked eyes, her eyes filled with happy tears. “You have it.”

  “And you have mine.”

  She reached up and cupped his face, bringing him down for a consuming kiss. Boone’s tongue dipped inside as he groaned a harshly erotic sound. He edged them back toward the bed until her knees bumped into it and they tumbled in a tangle of arms and legs. Rubbing, smoothing, flowing against each other, Kat gloried in the sensation of his hair-rough thigh pressing her pussy. Hot and fluid, slickness flowed from her core. Sensations melted together as his hands traveled over her body in a restless search.

  He left the bed, went to the highboy and fumbled around in one drawer. He came away with four lengths of what looked like silk. The hell-bent-for-leather grin on his mouth made her heart skip a beat. He didn’t mean to—oh, shit. He probably did.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, even though she thought she knew.

  Would he spank her? Tickle her? God, she didn’t think she could stand not knowing.

  She’d never seen any man more gorgeous, his chest heaving, a taut hunger over his almost brutish expression. His gaze raked over her with brazen intensity. She wanted him so much she ached deep in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.

  “Turn over and get ready to take your punishment.”

  Wildly stimulated and yet uncertain, she turned over onto her stomach.

  “Spread your arms and legs out wide,” he said.

  Before she knew it, he’d tied her arms and legs to the four posts on the bed. The soft coverlet felt warm and comfortable against her face, her breasts, her stomach, but her mind wondered what dangerous things he had in mind. “Oh, Boone, this is…what are you going to do?”

  “Wait and see.”

  He touched the slick bud in her folds, then grasped it gently with his fingers and began to stroke and pull. Dark sounds left her throat. A few seconds later, the friction became unbearable.

  “Oh, my. Oh, oh, God.” Her body tightened, her eyes closing, her lips parting. Another orgasm threatened. “Please, please.”

  Kat panted, her heart pounding frantically.

  “Mmm.” His voice went husky and deep. “You’re so pretty down here. So wet and soft.”

  Mindless with need, she pleaded. “Do something. I’m about ready to scream.”

  “Go ahead and scream. I’m not done with you yet.” When he left the bed, she almost cried out for him not to go. He went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later with condoms and lube. Condoms? Lube? Hmmm… What did this wicked man have in mind?

  She turned her head to watch him as he ripped a condom package open, rolled it down over his erect cock, and smeared a generous supply of lube over his length. Then he added lube to the fingers of his left hand.

  “I think you’re going to like this,” he said, a self-satisfied sound in his voice.

  A few seconds later he slipped his fingers between her ass cheeks and caressed. Her hips twitched as the illicit touch sent curls of bliss straight to her pussy.

  “Boone, oh, Boone.” He kissed her ass cheeks then slowly but surely wedged one finger into her tight hole. “Oh!”

  “All right, darlin’? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked huskily.

  “No. God, no.”

  As he thrust his finger back and forth, he created an exquisite friction. “Anyone ever touch you like this before, Kat?”

  Her breathing quickened as the pleasure heightened. “No.”

  “Tell me if you don’t want this, honey. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

  “I’ve always wanted it, but the men I’ve…slept with didn’t want it.”

  He snorted a laugh. “Shit. You’re kidding me?”

  “No.”

  With a gentle insistence, he pressed another finger into her ass, and she gasped at the pinching sensation that soon turned to satisfaction.

  “They must have been insane not to want inside this pretty ass. It’s tight and so hot.”

  His flattery—no—his compliments emboldened her. “Are you going to…”

  She couldn’t say it, suddenly finding herself a tad embarrassed by the concept at the same time she wanted the experience.

  His soft laugh rumbled low in his chest, a sound promising sensual delight yet undiscovered. “Fuck your ass?”

  “Yes.”

  “Only if you want it. If it excites you. Makes you come for me.”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitation.

  For several long moments, he treated her tender flesh with sweet care and ensured when the time came she’d find only pleasure in his possession. His attentions drove her wild, the silky restraints around her wrists and ankles heating her blood. His other palm smoothed over her ass cheeks, the sensation almost a tickling.

  He slipped his fingers from her well-lubed ass. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.”

  The blunt tip of his cock touched her ultrasensitive tight hole. Kat’s breath rasped in her throat as he pressed forward and penetrated the smallest increment. She gasped softly, almost surprised when his broad length slipped in with ease. He withdrew then pressed forward again, his cock finding entrance a bit at a time. With each small movement, the thick head of his cock made headway. She felt her flesh stretching to accommodate him. Boone’s arms held his weight up as he worked the tip of his cock in and out.

  “Good?” he asked, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

  Panting, she managed to say, “Great.”

  She grabbed the restraints and clutched for dear life as the maddening sensation of his cock inching back and forth inside her sent throbs of pleasure to both pussy and ass.

  “I’ve imagined this,” he said, “From the first day I met you.”

  Heat flashed through her as her breath rasped in her throat. “The first day?”

  “And every day since, darlin’.”

  With a last thrust, his entire length filled her ass with a smooth slide. Filled by his cock, she let out a soft exclamation of enjoyment.
Bracing himself over her, he thrust with deliberate yet tender strokes. He took his time, moving languidly to a beat known only to them. He never pushed too hard and his care for her comfort heightened her already aroused state. They moved to a silent dance that built inside them thrust after thrust. She gasped, she moaned, she begged for release. The restraints stimulated, the vulnerability, the implied dominance in their mating a catalyst designed to blow her mind. Seconds blended until she felt nothing but his cock plundering her most forbidden place.

  As her moans increased, he rasped out, “No one else can hear us. Take what you want.”

  Bliss surged into her on a tidal wave so strong, she shrieked. As his cock caressed her tight channel, she fell into the climax, her pussy throbbing, her ass clenching. Breath tore from her throat as she convulsed, whimpered and sank into the most beautiful orgasm she’d ever known.

  She expected him to take his pleasure, but he pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. When he returned, he undid her restraints and turned her over on her back. Without delay he climbed onto the bed with her, lay between her thighs, and thrust hard and deep.

  She arched, her hips bucking upwards as she aided penetration. Her breath hissed inward as she clenched him within her depths.

  With tender attention, he peppered her face with kisses. Her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, her nose. “Ah, God. Tight. You’re fuckin’ tight.” A tiny frown wrinkled his brow as he captured her within his blue gaze. “All right?”

  A sweet, sensual laugh slipped from her throat. “Better than all right.”

  His gaze flared, passion bringing him into tempo as his hips started to move. Each steady, push and pull within her cleft started a trembling within her pussy. Arousal immediately quickened inside her in a mindless, hot rush. He kissed her, his tongue exploring. She writhed, her moan into his mouth a pleading sound. He felt so excruciatingly good she couldn’t stand it.

  “I can’t wait.” His guttural statement fired her libido. “I want you so badly. I want you.”

  She lost control, so excited by the thick, smooth hardness that thrust deep into the fist of her womb. Without hesitation, he deepened his strokes, his sex heavy and hot moving into her in a hard dance that caressed her sheath. She looked up at his face and saw the surrender, the tumbling, building, taut hunger suffusing his handsome face. And it freed her in a way she’d never experienced, never knew.

  Boone thought he’d lose his mind as he fucked her. He closed his eyes as he moved inside her tight, soaked heat.

  She whimpered, throwing her head back, clutching at the firm globes of his ass. Their movements increased, the primal, hot rush, swelling in raw glory inside him. He grunted, he groaned against her mouth, his animal need evident. He rocked hard, his fucking feverish. She titled her hips, planting her feet to push up and join the ride. She bucked, and fierce desire crashed through him in sharp waves. Kat thrashed in mindless fever as Boone fucked her. His sex seated fully, ramming to the hilt with each flex of his hips. He wedged his hands under her ass and made last, powerful thrusts.

  He flushed hot, his heart thundering as his deep, urgent strokes sent a hot rush of building, glorious pleasure spreading through his body. As her pussy clenched and released around him, he heard her cry out—the piercing delight so shattering she sobbed and her entire body shook.

  With a feral growl, he made one last hammering thrust, shouted in harsh pleasure. Hot spurts of semen jetted from his cock as he exploded deep inside her.

  Chapter Four

  Boone woke with Kat nestled against his chest, and he couldn’t remember feeling anything as good as holding her in his arms. When her hot, wet pussy had swallowed his cock, he’d almost lost it. Plowed into her with every hot, slamming thrust he could manage. Her plump breasts, curvy hips and long legs had cushioned him, wrapped him in an embrace more exiting than any he’d experienced. Now that he had Kat in his arms, his feelings intensified.

  He glanced down at her head resting on his shoulder, her slim, beautiful hand lying between his pecs, and one slim leg thrown over his thigh.

  Kat’s fingers threaded through his chest hair, and he tilted his head down to smell her intoxicating scent. “Kat?”

  “Mmmm?” Her fingers stroked lower, down to his stomach.

  He trembled under her touch. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Enjoying your body. You have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen, Boone Granger. You’re not plump Santa material.”

  His chest puffed up. Literally. “Thank you. Believe me, I work hard at it.”

  Her touch drifted lower to his cock and he sighed in pleasure as she encompassed his flesh at the root. “God. I’ve created a monster.”

  She laughed, the sound sweet and mischievous. “You didn’t create anything, Granger. I’ve always been a sexual person. But I don’t throw around my sexual favors.”

  “That’s good to know.” He caressed the back of her head with reverent brushes. Then he frowned. “How sexual?”

  Another low, gentle laugh escaped her. “I’ve had two serious relationships.”

  “How serious?”

  “One engagement while I was twenty-one and in college, and a fairly complicated relationship that lasted six months. That one was about three years ago.”

  He couldn’t stem the rising tide of jealousy, and said, “Damn it. I can’t believe this.”

  “What?” She propped up on one elbow and released his cock. A frown pinched her lips.

  “I’m fucking jealous.”

  She smiled. “And you’re admitting it? I think I like that.”

  “That I’m jealous or that I admitted it?”

  “Both.”

  Satisfaction filled her. “I’ve never had a man jealous over me before. And thank you for being honest with me.”

  “I’ll always be honest with you, Kat.”

  “Can I be honest with you, then?”

  “Of course.”

  “Well, your Santa costume needs some improvement. Like a big fat stomach, facial hair, that sort of thing.”

  “Hmm.” He cleared his throat. “So how would you like to hang around for a while and help me with my other disguises?”

  She kissed his chin, then her lips wandered over his chest to land on one nipple. He moaned at the cock-pleasing sensation of her mouth tugging on his flesh. “What kind of costumes?”

  “Executive. Freeloader. Nerd. You name it, I’ve played it.”

  When she stopped manipulating his chest and glanced up at him, seriousness played over her features. “Which one are you now?”

  “Boone Granger. Nothing more, nothing less. In the flesh, baby.”

  “I think I was worried about that.”

  He frowned. “Wait a minute. You mean we danced around each other for six months because you didn’t know who I really was?”

  She nodded. “It wasn’t just me dancing around you. You kept your distance from me, too.”

  He caressed her face. Her features held a youth far smoother than thirty years, and yet her eyes held wisdom far beyond. His heart flipped over and squeezed. “I’m sorry, Kat. I was an ass.”

  She grinned. “No, you were cautious. You didn’t want to get hurt.”

  Did he want to admit that? Yes. “Yeah, I think I was.”

  “I’d never hurt you, Boone.” A sheen of tears welled in her eyes. “I’d never hurt the man I love.”

  His heart thumped, his breath coming shorter. He knew the words he wanted to say and that he felt deep in his soul. “I love you.”

  The glow on her face told him what he needed to know. He’d made her happy beyond words. Kissing her with a deep, satisfying intensity, he tightened his arms around her. Now was the time to confess. All he could do was hope she didn’t kick his ass out to the doghouse once he finished explaining himself.

  “There’s something I’ve needed to tell you,” Boone said.

  She propped up on one elbow and looked down on him, apprehension building inside her. “W
hat is it?”

  A no-nonsense expression clouded his normally clear eyes. “Lanny told me about your friend going on the tour to Puerto Azul.”

  Puzzled, she sat up. “And?”

  “He also told me that she didn’t call you yesterday. I thought I’d do some checking through my contacts down there.”

  Her heart started a slow, almost painful thumping as dread spiraled through her body. “Why did you do that?” Boone’s expression altered in a way that was just discernable. If she wasn’t good at reading faces she would have missed the tiny change. “Boone? What are you leaving out?”

  “Christabel’s tour bus was taken hostage by insurgents a few days ago. Then, for some reason we don’t understand, she was separated from the others and taken in a different direction.”

  Her hand flew to her mouth as she stifled a gasp. Gut-wrenching fear rose inside her. “Oh my God. When did—how did—”

  “We’re not sure. I came into your office today to tell you about Christabel and to tell you how I feel about you.”

  Unease mixed with anger and fear. “I’ve got to help her.”

  He caressed her shoulder. “That’s why I didn’t say anything to you while we were still at the office. Because I knew if I did, you’d run off to Puerto Azul.”

  Tears prickled her eyes. “Damn right.”

  “Honey, a SIA black ops military team is already in country to rescue the hostages.”

  His calm tone threatened to irritate her. Maybe because she could feel a tiny panic welling within her for her friend.

  Tears filled in her eyes, and she gulped down a deep breath. “Damn you, Boone Granger.”

  His soft laugh caressed her ears. “Why am I damned?”

  “Because I’m going to Puerto Azul to help her.”

  A hard as ice look came into his eyes. “You don’t know the first thing about the area, Central America, or fighting insurgents. You’ll get hurt or killed, and that’s not going to happen as long as I have a breath left in me.”

  While her emotions in the last few minutes meandered from pulverizing him to walking out the door, another emotion arose that was certain, primal, and true.