Charm School Christmas Karma: A Steamy Holiday Romance

by Lynn Carmer

  “For the record, I would suck any part of your body, in a heartbeat.” Watching her eyes as they went wide, he realized she didn’t shut down when he got direct and a little dirty. Most women recoiled or were too embarrassed by his bold words. His ex had hated it. But Ai—if her flushed face and sparkling eyes meant anything at all—liked it.

  He’d found an opening. A chink in her armor.

  Note to self. Time to have some fun.

  “Never have I ever lied about the size of my penis.” He laughed and brought his beer up to his lips.

  She took a swig of her cup, holding his gaze the whole time.

  Beer spewed from his mouth. “What?” he coughed.

  “You first.”

  “Hell, I was in middle school, once. We said all kinds of shit to each other. But you? Is there something we need to talk about?” He resisted the urge to glance down between her legs.

  “You mean, about my dick?” She leaned back and gave him full view of her luscious body.

  His brain fogged. “No, I mean yeah…I’m confused.” Damn, this woman made him crazy. Just when he thought he had the upper hand. “Explain.”

  “I dressed as a guy for Halloween. Some dude believed it, and I may have fondled myself excessively and told him to eat a dick. My big one. He was a real asshat. Did I mention that part?”

  He stared.

  “You had to be there.” She reached over and grabbed the cards. “My turn again. Never have I ever…faked having an orgasm.” She set down the card. “That should be considered a crime. As a cop, can you do something about that? Women deserve an orgasm just as much as the guy. If he doesn’t please me, he’s going to hear about it.”

  Sebastian sighed and reached for his beer.

  “What?” Her eyes bugged out of her head. Her first totally unguarded response. “How would a guy even do that? And why?”

  “It was the worst.” He would have chuckled if it hadn’t been such a bad memory. “I had tequila dick, and I didn’t want to be there. Long story.” He palmed the back of his neck. “You’ve really never…”

  “Look at this face.” She pointed at herself. “Do you think I’d lie about that shit?” She shook her head. “I’m dying to ask what happened that night, but I’m going to have mercy on you because you look kind of sad about it.”

  Should he confess it happened with his ex? Right before they were supposed to move out here? Hell, no. The whole thing was pathetic. Bad enough he’d said this much.

  “Let’s see,” she rifled through the cards, “I pick this one.”

  “Nope.” He used the opportunity to sidle in closer. “Nice try, lady. They have to be chosen at random.”

  “Says who?”

  “The Never Have I Ever gods. You can’t mess with the process. That’s cheating.” He glanced down, surprised his beer was half-empty. Better slow down if he was going to drive them home.

  “Fine, I’ll put that one back in.” She sighed long and low. “Okay, never have I ever masturbated more than three times in a day.” She looked at the cup, looked at him, reached for it, and drank.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered to himself. His brain may have short circuited because he sat in silence for far too long, his mouth opening and closing. His semi-hard cock came to full attention as he hunched over a little. Everything that woman said made him rigid.

  Damn, she’s so hot.

  “Not going to talk about that one.” Her face deeply flushed, she flipped over the next one. “Never have I ever lied about my birthday just to get a free dessert.”

  Neither drank.

  “What are we monsters?” he asked.

  “Right?” she laughed softly, the tension from moments ago fading.

  “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

  He reached for his beer and watched her eyes narrow. Everything she did was so deliberate, and sensual. He stopped right before he touched the bottle and let his hand drop. “I’ve never. You?” The words came out rougher than he expected.

  “Had a threesome?” She shook her head. “I’m too possessive.”

  Their gazes snagged and held.

  What did a guy have to do to make her feel that way about him?

  Ai looked away, and he felt the loss of her gaze.

  “Oh, look. Is that why we’re up here?” She pointed in front of them.

  Unbeknownst to them, the sky had exploded into fiery red and gold beams. The colors swallowed the sky, and they were roofed in a dazzling display above them. Nothing beat the power of a California sunset. Until today. Ai demanded his undivided attention. Every cell in his body was focused on her.

  “We better get out of here before it gets dark. There aren’t any lights and that’s a steep trail.” She motioned toward the dirt path.

  His body rebelled. She was trying to pull away from him, and he hated it. Even if she was right. The trek would be dangerous in the dark, but they still had a good fifteen minutes left of light. “How about a speed round?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Rapid fire questions with no explanation.” He sat closer and she eyed him warily.

  “Why is this so important to you?”

  “Because it’s the only way I can get to know you.” He looked down, surprised he’d said it out loud. “You find every opportunity to shut me out.” Might as well say it all, even if it increased the odds of her ending the date early.

  “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

  His head snapped up, shocked she’d asked the question. Her mutinous expression said it all. Damn ornery woman. He loved every damn minute of it. He reached for his beer and drank.

  She didn’t drink and pulled the next card. Her lips quirked before she said the words, “Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.”

  He waited with baited breath.

  She stared at her cup, reached for it and took a long drink. She smacked her lips and set it down, a wicked smile curling her lips.

  He moaned and sat closer, “Ai—”

  “Speed round.” She held up her finger. “Not a word.”

  “But—”

  “Never have I ever tried oral sex while driving.”

  He drank.

  Her eyes went wide. “That’s illegal!”

  “Speed round.” He felt hot all over, the woman creating a whirlwind within him. He’d gone beyond hard on to official blue balls territory. All these questions, along with the memory of those lips, was tearing him apart. “I have to be honest. I can’t take much more of this.”

  “Too bad. This was your idea.” But she didn’t look away this time. They were inches apart now. She slowly lifted the cards. “Never have I ever gotten a tattoo.”

  He didn’t reach for the beer.

  She sucked in a breath and when he looked at her, her pupils had completely dilated. Biggest turn on ever.

  “You like that? Why?” He crowded closer.

  “A blank canvass.” She caressed him with her eyes, trailing her gaze over every inch of him. “I could paint every inch of you.”

  “I would let you.” He nuzzled her cheek with his nose. “Kiss me.”

  “I knew these questions would be trouble,” she whispered.

  “Want me to talk you into it? Tell you how good you’ll taste, tell you how I’ve been looking at those plump lips the whole time we’ve been talking?”

  “You’re bad.”

  “I’m just getting started. Kiss me, lovely.”

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  Do or die. In or out. To kiss or not to kiss. The indecision lasted seconds. She wanted this man, intensely, passionately, and immediately. She lunged forward, pushing him back against the blanket. In seconds, she’d straddled him and fused her mouth to his.

  The world slowed. His earthy scent drowned her in midnight spice. He sucked on her bottom lip, pulled on her tongue, adding the perfect amount of pressure.

  “Such a good kisser,” she moaned and came up for air. Sebastian looked dazed
and so damn sexy she might combust. On the spot.

  “Am I dreaming?” He sat up, cupping her face.

  “Yes. I’m a reverie that lasts one night, so don’t get any ideas.” She ground against him and got lost in the wet heat of his mouth. His kisses fueled her frenzy. If he could do this with his tongue, imagine what other talents he possessed.

  As if to prove her right, he clamped his hands on her thighs and thrust against her. She saw stars, so close to coming she thought she might faint. Her nipples pebbled, her breasts stroking against his firm chest.

  “Knew it would be good. You’re so fucking hot.” His five-o clock shadow rubbed against her jaw as he leaned down to suck on her neck.

  “Yes, I am. You’re so lucky. Harder.” She loved that he never slowed or wavered. He handled her the way she liked it. Fiercely and without hesitation.

  “Could do this all night.” His hips bucked against her, the hard seam of his jeans hitting her just right.

  “Yes, all night. I want that.” A flare of real-life reticence reared its ugly head so she added in. “One night. Tonight.”

  “Wait. What?” His harsh breaths echoed in the night as his kisses slowed.

  “No, don’t stop. Please,” she whispered.

  “You said please?’ He moaned and ate at her again, his large hand rubbing against her quivering belly. “But wait…what did you mean, tonight?”

  “That’s what I said earlier.” She tugged his hair and he clenched his teeth. “Are you going to ruin this?”

  “You think this is a one-night thing?” He flipped her over, kissing her nipple through the thin, cotton shirt. “You’re insane.”

  “I…so good, so good.” Have to remember. He’d said something important, but she couldn’t focus. The last of the startling sunset faded, and she couldn’t see much around her. The still night heightened her other senses, intensifying the warmth of his mouth and the bite of his teeth, “Yes!”

  “This is happening more than once.” He sat up.

  She wanted to cry. “What?” Her brain refused to work properly.

  “I want more.”

  “What the hell? I tell you I want to spend the whole night with you, and you’re complaining? What kind of guy are you?”

  “I’m a man on a mission. Promise me you’ll see me again.” He leaned in and whispered, “There’s something you need to know about me, my lovely. I like to talk dirty. Imagine how it’d feel to hear how I want to cup those beautiful breasts and tongue them all night long.”

  She whimpered, loving his large body so close. She was so wet she’d soaked her panties. Dirty talk, her Achilles’ heel. He’d already found her weakness.

  “That’s not enough? Should I tell you how I dreamed of kissing your wet, little cunt?”

  Oh, my God, did he just say…

  “I would lick you clean, soak up every drop of your silky cream. I could tongue you for hours. Do you know where I’d start?”

  She whimpered.

  “I’d tease you, taking my fill, rimming that beautiful, pouty nub until you begged me, until you only perceived me. No one else.”

  “Yes, yes, please.” She gripped his hair, but he refused to come closer, wouldn’t wrap his large body around her again. He remained by her ear, killing her with his sexy words.

  “Suck your pouty clit into my mouth until you came all over my face. And then you know what? I’d start all over again.”

  “I’m so close, Sebastian, Please, please I want to come.”

  He growled and pulled back. “You want to come? In front of me?”

  “Yes! Kisses so good.” Her whole body melted, softened for him, needing to release so bad. But to have him watch…she groaned and arched her back. “If I touched myself, I would come fast. You turn me on so much.”

  “I want to see your soft little hand. To see you come. Because you’re thinking about me. To see your face.” He groaned and rubbed his palm on his rigid cock. “But I can’t.”

  “What? No. Don’t say that.” She was panting and had no idea why she was waiting for his permission. But she wanted him to watch, wanted him to know he’d brought her to this point. “Come here.” She cupped her breasts. “Kiss me.”

  “No.” He sat up, his chest rising and falling in a rush. “You want this? You make me a promise.”

  “Sebastian, stop torturing me.”

  “I would do anything to see you come. Anything. Except this.” His lids looked heavy, a signal he was ready to start using that wicked mouth again. “You want me. Say it.”

  “I do. So bad.”

  “Then promise me.”

  “You’re ruining my flow.” She thumped his chest and then ran her hands against it, unable to remove them from his rock-hard muscles. “Take this off.”

  “No,” he sighed. “Ai, you’re killing me.” He pressed himself over her.

  “What do you want?” She fell back but clenched her legs tighter around his waist.

  They both groaned.

  “I want a date. A real one. Come with me to the holiday party at the charm school.”

  “The Xmas Eve party?” I don’t do Christmas! “That’s really couple-y.” She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the pain. A holiday party? He had no idea how jinxed she was. But was he worth it? Should she take one more chance, and hope she’d paid her dues? To hope Karma had taken her off her shit list? “Fine. I’ll go.”

  “God, I love the way you say, ‘fine’.” He chuckled. “Always gets me what I want.”

  “You better eat pussy like a champ if I have to go with you to that nightmare.”

  “Jesus, Ai.” He slapped a hand against his chest. “Who talks like that?”

  “Me. You have a problem with it?”

  “No, I fucking love it.” He kissed her long and hard, and eventually rumbled, “And yes, I’m that good.”

  Love his mouth.

  “Touch yourself, love. I’ll suck on your breasts while you do it.” He pulled up her sweater. “So beautiful. I love these dusky nipples.”

  A cool breeze tickled her sensitive skin as he pulled down her bra cup.

  “So sweet.” He devoured her breasts with his mouth, tonging her pebbled nipple. “So soft.”

  Pure bliss.

  He cupped and rolled her areolas with his tongue.

  “Yes.” She shoved her hand down her pants. No time to remove them. “So good.” It had been forever since she’d shared anything so intimate with another human being. But his presence, his musk, his filthy words made it ten times more powerful. It’s going to be… “So, so good.”

  “Talk to me, lovely. Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what you like,” he whispered as he worshipped her body.

  Hell no. Too busy, doing. She ringed her clit, once twice, then pressed in just the way she loved it. “I’m yes, I’m going to…”

  “Can’t wait to see that beautiful face.”

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She dropped off the cliff, pleasure bracketing her as her inner muscles contracted. She spread her legs wide, loving his weighty bulk pressing against her, around her. Waves of pleasure swallowed her as he continued to whisper filthy, sweet-nothings in her ear.

  She wallowed in pleasure, riding out the last of the aftershocks to the strongest orgasm of her life. She might have been struck dumb, until reality filtered in. Sebastian’s tight muscles, the tension radiating off of him.

  Where are my manners?

  “Your turn,” she whispered, still not as vocal as he was about speaking her needs. She could shock the hell out of anyone, because that didn’t feel real, but when she wanted to express what she wanted, or needed to do to him, she fell silent.

  Red, white, and blue rockets shot into the sky and exploded. She jumped and settled as fireworks detonated around them.

  “Holy hell, I don’t think I can walk.” He peppered her face with kisses. “I’m so hard I could cut glass. But I have to get you the hell out of here. You can do one thing for me, though.”

  Ai s
tretched, relaxed from head to toe. “I’ll consider it,” she giggled and kissed him all over again. “What do you want?” She licked her lips, dying get this man as close as possible.

  “Say it again.” His gruff voice dropped an octave. It always did when he was making demands or talking dirty.

  “What? I said I’d go.” She didn’t want a reminder of the Christmas party.

  “No.” He pulled her in tight. “Promise you’ll let me go down on you.”

  “Do I look stupid? Of course, I will.” She sighed, wracked by shivers. “But I want my turn, too.”

  His chest heaved. “You’re driving me insane, woman,” he muttered. “Come on, these fireworks won’t last much longer, and I don’t want to get us killed now that I found you. We have a date.” He winked.

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  Not gonna make it. Not with Ai looking him over, running her avid gaze all over him, especially his crotch. They’d made it back in one piece, but his aching loins might literally explode.

  “Lovely. You have to stop looking at me like that.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” Good to know an orgasm hadn’t changed her demanding personality, although she smiled while sitting next to him in the golf cart.

  “I have so many plans.” He parked the cart behind the shed and scooped her out of the seat. “Pick up the picnic basket.”

  “Put me down, crazy.” She thumped his chest, and then grabbed the bag.

  “No. You’ll run away, or more naked dancers will show up. I can’t take the chance.”

  “So what? You’re planning on carrying me around the rest of the night?”

  “Until we get to my car. Then I’ll drive you home, pick you up again, take you to your bedroom, and allow you to do wicked things to my body.”

  “You’re lucky I’m so relaxed, right now. I will allow it.”

  “Must be nice.” He groaned. “My balls are elephant-sized.”

  Ai looked him over and laughed. Out loud. She hugged him tight. “You were the one who wanted to rush away.”

  God, her soft laughter made the need ratchet higher. That sound. He wanted to hear it, again and again. He saw his truck in the distance. Only a few more minutes. “Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you to you when—”