Naughty Before Christmas (Decadent Delight Series #3)

by Daniels, Angie

  Her eyes traveled over to Maximilian. His pained expression made her ask, “Hey Max, has Parker agreed yet?”

  Instead of answering, Maximilian flicked his wrist and brought the glass bottle to his lips.

  “Hell no, she ain’t agreed!” Trey barked and the other guys glared at him.

  Christina leaned over and whispered near her ear, “Girl, don’t even go there. That is still a sad situation.”

  “Are you serious?” Berlin shook her head and Christina waved in response with a manicured hand.

  Two months ago, his suspect baby mama had given birth to Maximilian Jr. yet she refused to take a blood test. All Max wanted was to prove if the child was really his so he could not only provide for his son, but give him his last name.

  Berlin looked over at the large man with nutty brown skin and piercing dark eyes. Max was sexier than sin with a southern drawl that was just as electrifying as the rest of him, and he always had Reggie’s back. He was one of the good guys. No wonder he had several stalkers.

  “Here that knucklehead comes,” Braxton said and a grin spread across his butter pecan-colored face.

  Berlin looked up to find her husband heading over to the group and her stomach did a slow roll. Yeah, sweetie, that’s your daddy. He was six-three, powerful, and fine as hell. Berlin noticed a table filled with women drooling as he walked by. Reggie simply acknowledged them with a nod of the head as he strolled past their table. He has never been a stranger to female attention. In fact, Reggie made her the envy of countless women.

  And Berlin enjoyed every moment.

  With broad shoulders beneath a green turtleneck sweater and long legs in dark jeans that topped his tan Timberland boots, her husband was a force to be reckoned with.

  “Whassup?” he said and gave Dereon a fist bump before moving to the chair beside his wife. He shrugged out of his black leather jacket and draped it over the back of the chair then took a seat.

  Reaching under the table, Berlin put her hand on Reggie’s jeaned thigh. It was hard and muscles tightened beneath her hand. He had one helluva body. Reggie slipped his hand over hers with his thumb caressing her palm. Berlin looked up and their eyes locked for several sexually charged moments before he winked and she forced herself to breathe.

  They ordered wings and fries and while the men drank beers, Berlin sipped a soda and eyed Christina’s apple martini with envy.

  “Y’all ready to get that money?” Dereon said, his golden brown eyes sparkling with anticipation.

  “Every day, all day,” Max replied between sips.

  Berlin glanced around the table curiously. “What money?”

  “A new project. You know how we do.” Braxton slapped his palms together.

  Trey nodded in agreement. “I’m ready to make that thang happen.”

  Christina groaned loudly. “Uh-uh, we’re not talking about work tonight.”

  Berlin laughed. “I agree.” She then looked up at Reggie and shook her head once, giving a silent terse warning.

  “What else is there?” His question drew an appreciative chuckle.

  “Women.”

  Christina’s head whipped around to glare at Trey. Berlin opened her mouth with a snappy retort, but decided against it and clamped her lips shut.

  Max gave a hearty chuckle. “How about sports? Did you see the Rams get their ass spanked last night?” The men all jumped in. Berlin looked at Christina and did an exaggerated eye roll and the two women laughed.

  Berlin turned on her seat so she could be heard. “Have you scheduled a wedding date yet?”

  Christina shook her head.

  Her brow quirked. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

  Slumping back against the chair, she replied, “No. I’m thinking the spring, but Claudia and I have so many catering events booked, I’m not sure where I’ll be able to squeeze in a weekend.” She ended in a grumble.

  “You plan events but you can’t even plan your own wedding?” Berlin voiced with an amused murmur and a shake of her head.

  “I know, right!” Christina chimed in with a laugh.

  The subject bouncing around the table finally changed to basketball, and Berlin and Christine joined in. They all laughed, ate, and debated NBA players.

  Reaching under the table again, Berlin rubbed her hand slowly up and down her husband’s thigh. Reggie leaned in close and whispered a warning, “You better stop that.”

  Tilting her head, she smiled up at him adoringly. He leaned in and kissed her lips.

  “C’mon boo. Let’s dance.” Extending his hand, Reggie helped her out of the seat and then his large, callused fingers engulfed hers. They started for the dance floor followed by Dereon and Christina.

  Reggie pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to her forehead. Berlin rested her head against his chest as they swayed to the beat of the music. To her right, she spotted Braxton and Trey, they had moved to join a table surrounded by females. Maximilian was still sitting at their reserved table looking unapproachable with a frown on his face. She’d have to remember to ask Reggie about that later.

  Speaking of husbands… His hands skimmed up her legs then he reached up and palmed her ass. Berlin lifted her face from his chest and found his dark eyes already fixed on her. “Keep it up and my husband is going to see that.” She tilted her head in the direction of Max.

  “Good. Then maybe he might learn something,” Reggie growled while they leaned into the dance move. “It’s all about the foreplay.”

  “Really? I’ll have to remember to tell him that,” she teased.

  “Hell yeah. Tell him to hold your hips firmly to his body, like this,” he began as he demonstrated, “and grind against that pussy until he has you so wet you’ll be begging to go home.”

  Berlin laughed and tried to play it off but her husband had been blessed with ten luscious inches and she felt all of it grazing across her navel, sending moisture pooling between her thighs. She pushed his hands away. “Stop before someone sees you.”

  “So what? Let ’em look,” he whispered then dropped a quick kiss to her lips. When she finally drew back, Reggie broke out that sexy grin. “You know you like it,” he drawled then dragged her lightly in the circle of his arms again.

  She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest while she listened to the soft sensual beat of the music. “You know… before long you won’t be able to hold me this close,” Berlin said with a heavy sigh.

  He leaned in close and whispered, “That’s a’ight. I’m still gonna love you even when you start looking like Fat Albert.” He nuzzled her neck sending her into a fit of laughter.

  “Quit it!” she cried out.

  He chuckled softly then tilted her chin and before she could catch her breath, Reggie crushed her mouth in a sizzling kiss. With a moan, Berlin leaned closer in his arms and felt the hard bulge of his erection pulsing against her belly, causing her body to throb in response. The kiss was what dreams were made of and lit a fire inside her belly. Reggie’s lips trailed across her jaw and around to nibble her earlobe. He dipped his tongue inside and moved in and out, making love to her ear before returning to her mouth. They kissed for a few moments, bodies touching, tongues colliding. She breathed him in, her heart racing, nipples hard and aroused.

  Forcing his mouth from hers, his sepia eyes met hers as he gave a low growl, “You got me hard as a brick. I need to be inside you.” And in case his words weren’t clear enough, he put his hands on the swell of her ass and pressed his erection against her stomach.

  “Later,” she said although her nipples hardened in response. Berlin kissed his lips then draped her arms around his waist and gazed up into his beautiful brown eyes. “I love you.”

  “I love you more.” His warm breath sent heat grazing her nose and cheek. As she danced in his arms, Berlin inhaled his scent she loved so much.

  An hour or so later they were back on the dance floor. She sighed contently and resisted the urge to check her wristwatch. “How mu
ch longer do we have to stay?”

  Reggie leaned back and gazed down trying to read her eyes. “Why, whassup?”

  “I want my husband all to myself. Is that okay?” she said slowly, thoughtfully.

  “Anytime.” He winked. “We’ll stay another hour then bounce.”

  She eased a hand beneath his sweater and caressed his muscled stomach. She never got tired of touching him.

  “I love dancing with my wife,” he murmured close to her ear.

  She smiled, loving the way Reggie always reminded her she belonged to him. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Their eyes locked. “Thanks for bringing me here tonight. I needed an evening out.”

  He brought his lips to her forehead. “You’re welcome. You know I got your back. Always.”

  Berlin lowered her eyelids and pressed her cheek against his solid chest.

  God, I love this man!

  CHAPTER 2

  “Max is crazy about that little boy,” Berlin commented as they stepped into the house.

  “Yeah, he is,” Reggie agreed as he moved in and locked the door behind him. “You can’t say nothing to him when it comes to that lil’ man but Parker keeps playing with dude’s mind.”

  Shaking her head, she sent her auburn curls bouncing around her shoulders. Berlin lowered her purse onto the hall table and leaned against it while she slid the pumps off her feet. “Christina was telling me she’s still refusing a blood test.”

  “That’s because she knows that kid ain’t his, but in the meantime, he’s buying Pampers and helping with daycare.”

  She gave him a pointed look. “So why doesn’t he stop doing things for her?”

  Reggie dragged a hand down his face. “Because he ain’t that type of dude. Max’s gonna keep doing right by his son until he finds out otherwise.”

  Berlin shook her head again. “She’s just using him.”

  “Exactly. And he knows it.” He tossed the keys into a bowl on a table in the foyer then removed his jacket and carried it to the closet and hung it up. Berlin slipped off hers and handed it to him.

  “Why doesn’t he just buy one of those over-the-counter DNA tests?”

  Reggie looked over his shoulder, his lips curled upward. “Trust me, Max is a lot smarter than she thinks.”

  “I hope so,” Berlin said then added with a frown. “I don’t understand why women always want to play these games. I see baby mamas in the clinic all the time with kids who have fathers who are nothing more than a sperm donor, and yet here is a man who wants to do everything he can for his son… if it’s his son.”

  “And until then he’s going to do everything he can for that boy.” Reggie closed the closet then gazed down at his wife, licking his lips. “Trust and believe, I plan on being one helluva father to my son.”

  “You mean your daughter,” she said with a grin as she backed away slowly toward the stairs.

  Reggie moved closer while staring down into beautiful eyes that were more golden than brown and surrounded by long thick lashes. They could persuade a man to do just about anything, and there was one thing in particular he had in mind.

  “Daughter, son, I don’t give a damn what we have as long as my child’s healthy.” He caught her before she reached the bottom step and scooped her into his arms. Laughing, Berlin draped her arms loosely around his neck.

  “Put me down before you drop me and your baby.” There was that raspy voice of hers he loved so much especially when she was screaming his name.

  “You don’t give your man no credit. I got this… I got you,” he assured her and rushed up the stairs, causing her to giggle some more. When he reached the top, he hurried down the hall to the last room and pushed the door opened with his hip, and then carried her over to the bed, gently lowering her onto the mattress.

  Berlin rose and did a striptease, lowering her jeggings down over her hips. Reggie’s throat dried and desire stirred in his loins.

  “You see something you like?” Berlin purred. She slipped a hand up his spine, caressing the back of his neck.

  At that, he uttered a soft growl. “Hell yeah. I like everything I see.”

  Smiling, she shook her head. “You know being pregnant makes me horny.”

  “You don’t hear me complaining.”

  “Mmmm, no, you’re not,” Berlin replied then dragged his face down and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

  His wife was delicious. And sexy as hell. Even more so with her round belly. Love clinched at his heart every time he noticed the way her body was changing with the child they had created.

  Reggie buried his fingers in her hair. Berlin wrapped her arms around his neck while their tongues explored and tangled. With a groan, he cupped her rounded ass with the palm of his hands and dragged her naked body flush against his. She sighed into his mouth, gasped when he squeezed, and moaned when he rubbed his straining erection against her growing belly. He felt her nipples hardening through the knit sweater.

  Lifting her in his arms, Reggie carried her over to the bed again and gently set her on the edge. He then lowered to his knees before her and settled between her parted thighs.

  “Aren’t you going to get undressed first?” she whispered.

  “Later,” he snarled. Leaning forward, he brought his lips to her breasts, drawing one chocolate nipple firmly into his mouth. Berlin gasped and arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. With each suck her eyelids fluttered close and her breathing came fast between parted lips. She tasted delicious, like cinnamon and spice and everything nice, just the way a wife should.

  “I’m loving these,” he informed her. Gently he caressed her breasts as he gazed down admiring how round and plump they had grown in the last several months.

  “Just wait until they start sagging.”

  “I’ll still love them.” He tweaked her left nipple and matched the motion with his lips to the right breast. As he nibbled playfully, Berlin ground her pelvis against him. “Reggie,” she panted. “What are you doing to me?”

  “You don’t know? Tryna make my boo feel good.” They lived in the Show Me state so he was all about actions speaking louder than words.

  Dropping one hand between her legs, he caressed her thigh upwards until his fingers reached her moist curls.

  “Oh,” Berlin moaned and spread her legs apart giving him better access. He slipped two fingers inside, sliding them knuckle deep, drew back and then probed even deeper finding a rhythm he knew would drive her crazy.

  “Baby,” she whimpered then jerked and rocked her hips, meeting the pressure of his hand. Her eyelids lowered and her lips parted slightly. Damn, he loved the way she looked. Sexy. Aroused. His dick throbbed against his zipper.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Then tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me how my fingers feel inside yo pussy.”

  “They feel good,” she managed between moans. “Almost as good as that baseball bat you’re swinging between your legs.”

  Reggie growled, “That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

  As he plunged deeper, he could tell by the little jerks her hips made, Berlin wasn't far from coming. Her pussy was warm and slick. She squeezed around his fingers; her legs drawn up to encircle his hips. She whimpered and continued to ride his hand.

  “Oooh, it’s soooo good,” she whimpered. But he knew one thing she liked even better. Using his thumb, he reached up and caressed the knob of her sensitive clit.

  “Fuck me please!” she begged.

  “You want some of this, don’t you?” he asked while grinding his crotch against her thigh.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “I need you inside of me!”

  “Slow yo roll.” He slid his fingers from her body then plunged back in, enjoying the wet sloshy sound her pussy made. While he penetrated her, Reggie sucked and licked at her neck and breasts. He then twisted his fingers until he found her spot.

  She rocked frantically along the length of his fingers desperate for
an orgasm that Reggie was purposely keeping her from having. Finally, she growled and grabbed his arm. Halting the teasing, she glared up at him and cried, “I want you inside me now, dammit!”

  With a chuckle, Reggie pushed to his feet and slid her to the center of the bed then leaned over and brought his mouth down over hers in another heated kiss.

  While their tongues danced, Berlin reached up frantically pulling at his jeans. He kissed her once more then pulled back and grinned as he gazed down at her sprawled across the bed with her hair spread out onto the pillow. Her chocolate nipples stood at attention. Her legs were wide and her pussy was wet and ready.

  As he gazed down at her, Reggie brought his hand to his mouth, and licked his fingers. The scent of her pussy made his mouth salivate. He couldn’t wait to be inside her yet he took his time licking each one.

  “Really?” she cried with frustration. “It’s like that?”

  “What?” he said innocently before bursting out in laughter. “Slow yo roll. I got this,” he added with another chuckle. Reggie then took his time removing his sweater and white tee, knowing she was watching impatiently. He loved the way his wife looked at him with that gleam in her eyes and her tongue sliding anxiously across her bottom lip. Her breathing grew heavy at the sight of his chest and increased when he reached for the zipper and lowered it. The moment he dropped his boxers, and his erection emerged, he watched Berlin nibble with anticipation at her lips. With a flash of male pride, he gripped his dick in his hand. All ten-inches, hard and rigid, jerking in her direction.

  “Get over here,” Berlin said, still staring at his erection.

  He chuckled. “Somebody’s anxious.”

  “Are you saying you don’t want this?” she asked, as she took her own hand and slid fingers inside her wet core. His dick jerked in response.

  “Hell nah, I’m not saying that. I know how to make that pussy go ‘whoo-whoo.’”

  She gave a saucy grin as she brought her fingers to her lips. “Then quit playing… I told you pregnancy makes me horny.”