The Naughty List

by Lexie Davis

  “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 gl
ass 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?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushed her leg aside, creating an even more awkward position for her. “Next time you disobey, I’ll use the paddle. You won’t sit comfortably for the rest of our time together.”

  She tried to take that as a threat but it sounded so damn good. She clenched around his fingers in anticipation. The idea of him spanking her had her hot already. She tried to have some sense of remorse for not playing by the rules, but the punishment felt so fucking good. And now with him playing with her pussy, she didn’t know which way was up or down.

  “Kneel on the floor and finish the blow job.” He removed his hands and leaned back. She was so needy. Every part of her pussy ached for his touch.

  She moved to the floor and stared at his cock. His balls were drawn tight as if he were close, and she couldn’t help leaning forward and lapping at his sac. He watched her with heavy lidded eyes.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  She shifted slightly feeling the warmth of her bottom against her feet. Her hands moved up his inner thighs as she opened her mouth to take him inside. A hand fisted in her hair, tugging slightly as he set the rhythm for her movements. God, he felt good. The silent commands. The heavy cock in her mouth. He rocked against her, thrusting between her lips as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and sucked harder.

  “Ah, fuck.” Hot bursts of spunk filled her mouth and she swallowed, taking everything he had to give. He rocked against her, holding her still with one hand while he held himself up with the other.

  When he pulled away from her, he met her eyes. “Are you wet?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. You’re going to eat dinner that way.” He stood and went to the bathroom to grab a terry robe. “Punishment enough, I think.”

  She stood and took the robe from him. He bent to grab his boxers and pulled them on. Her pussy was swollen and needy. Sitting still for an entire dinner wouldn’t be her idea of a fun time.

  “I think I’d rather have the paddle, Sir.”

  He turned to her. He didn’t seem to think too hard about her bargaining. “Very well, then. Lay back. Let me take care of you.”

  She lay back on the bed, tossing the robe to the side. He spread her legs wide enough for his shoulders and dipped his head. The soft swipe of his tongue had her arching against him. He gripped her arms to her sides, holding her in place while he continued to eat her pussy. She wanted to fuck his face. To rub her pussy over his lips and tongue. Closing her eyes, she knew he’d keep control. He lapped at her pussy lips before drawing one between his teeth, nibbling. He completely avoided her clit to the point she thought she’d die.

  “You’ve got the sweetest cunt.” He swirled his tongue along her opening. “So pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

  “Please.” She panted. “Please, Scott.”

  He drew her clit between his lips and sucked. Like a live wire shooting through out her body, Piper jerked, tensing as pleasure flooded through her. He moved slightly lower to thrust his tongue inside her moist heat and she cried out, sagging against the mattress in complete content.

  “Come on.” He let her wrists go and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “We have food to eat.”

  Piper wasn’t sure she could walk. The hunger burning in her belly wasn’t for food, but she figured that was the least of her worries. She needed energy for the night and food was the best fuel she’d get.

  Chapter Five

  Scott lit candles for their dinner and settled at the table with Piper. He’d poured them wine and dished out their food, from the best Chinese place in the city. He leaned back watching her, wearing his bathrobe, eat it up. He wanted to think that once their contract ended that they could go back to work and remain completely professional. It was a foolish thought. Piper was what he wanted. Everything about her complimented him. He’d never find a harder working woman to fill her place and if he didn’t find a way to keep things platonic after Christmas then he just may find himself in a bind of his own.

  “Why are you so deep in thought?” she sipped her wine. “You haven’t even touched your food.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

  She stared at him. “You can tell me. I think we’re beyond being modest about anything with one another.”

  He grinned and forked a bite of his sweet and sour chicken. “I was just thinking about after Christmas.”

  She lifted her wine. “Ready to get rid of me so soon?”
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  He frowned. “Of course not.”

  He’d move her in if she didn’t object to it. That thought scared him. He’d never lived with a woman and had never had the urge to. He’d shared a bed with women for a few nights, but he never thought about a permanent arrangement. Piper had him thinking about those things. Had him wanting more than what their contract offered.

  “Then why are you rushing things?” She pulled her legs up in the seat with her as she sat back and drank her wine. “You do this all the time. You think a million years down the road instead of living in the moment. Enjoy the moment.”

  He ate his food, choosing not to comment. She was right. He couldn’t live in the moment because the moment always changed. Decisions made in haste could leave him desperate in the future. He already felt some of that now.

  “If I’m not allowed to work, you’re not allowed to think about after Christmas.”

  He chuckled. “Fine. Deal.”

  Piper stood and walked to him, settling on his lap. She leaned in to kiss him and pressed her forehead against his. “You look sad.”

  He sat his fork aside and turned to her. “You make everything better.”

  “What’s wrong?” She smoothed her thumb along his chin. “Tell me.”

  He turned to the side and let out a breath. “I’m sad Santa’s bringing me coal this year. I mean, I try to be good, but you…you make me naughty.” He leaned in, whispering against her lips. “And I like it.”

  She chuckled. “Don’t blame me. I’m good most of the time.”

  “Is that right?” He slipped his hand the gap of her robe. “No panties. Wet pussy. That’s not really the description of a good girl.”

  She held his hand between her legs. “Take me to the bedroom and I’ll show just how good I can be.”

  Scott stood with her in his arms. No more encouragement was needed. He carried her to the bedroom and set her on her feet beside the bed. Slipping the sash from the robe, he pushed the lapels open and revealed her naked body. Her nipples were dark and hard under his gaze. He brushed them with his thumbs and met her eyes. Every time he saw her his cock responded.