He drops to his knees and I forget to breathe.
“Can’t think of a better way I’d rather go out.”
And his mouth is on me. Sucking and licking—thrusting inside with his tongue—flicking my swollen clit over and over. My hands strain against the ribbon because I want to grip his hair, hold onto him—but I can’t. All I can do is take it.
Take all he’s giving.
With a loud cry I come writhing against his mouth. The hot, white pleasure surges through me, pounding hard, making me feel like I’m flying. Falling. Falling for him even more than I already have.
When the last of my orgasm settles, Jace only gives me a second to recover. He pulls on the ribbon, releasing my hands, spins me around and guides my palms onto the bar. Bending me over, I feel his cock at my entrance.
Then he’s pushing inside—full and hard. He’s so big, too big—stretching me almost to the point of pain, which makes the pleasure more intense.
“So fucking tight,” he growls.
He grips my shoulders and fucks me in relentless strokes that push me forward, jingling my earrings, with every thrust. Jace growls filthy words behind me—about how wet my pussy is, how good it feels, my perfect ass, how he’s wanted me for fucking years. His fingers cup between my legs in the front, rubbing my clit, then I feel them sliding between the globes of my ass, slick with my own juices. His fingers slide up and down over that tight entrance—teasing—warning.
And it’s so much. Too much. Too much feeling.
“Wait…oh…yes…”
But Jace knows I can take it. He knows I’ll love it.
So when he pushes one finger into my ass—twisting it—another orgasm rips through me with the force of a runaway train. And I come again—screaming against the wood of the bar.
I’m weightless, spent, my bones too liquid to hold me up. Jace pulls out, turns me around and lifts me—wrapping my legs around his waist. He holds me tight and walks us towards the fireplace, kissing me like a dying man. Gently, he lays me on the dark, warm rug—the downy softness of the pelt cradles and soothes my skin.
And then he’s over me—pressing inside me again—loving my lips with his mouth, caressing my face with tender hands. The thrusts of his hips are steady and deep now, plunging in and out in firm, even strokes.
“I want to come inside you, Evie,” Jace whispers against my lips. “There hasn’t been anyone else, not since I first met you. I’m clean.” He groans. “Can I make you mine? Can I come inside you?”
And it’s like we’re one heartbeat, one soul—one dirty, beautiful mind.
I lock my ankles around his back and dig my fingers into his shoulder blades. Begging, pleading for what we both want.
“Yes…yes…oh please, yes…”
Jace surges forward, planting his length so deep it touches my womb. And then his cock jerks inside me over and over—and I feel the hot pulse of him filling me up—while he presses his mouth against my neck, moaning my name again and again.
A little while later, Jace and I lay on the bearskin rug in front of the fire that’s burned down low.
The rug-on-the-floor combo is surprisingly comfortable. Usually fantasy details don’t turn out as well as we imagine—in real life bugs bite, sand itches, water goes cold.
But this time, every detail is perfect. Better than I’d dreamed.
I lay on my back, sticky and sore in all the right places, and Jace rests his head on his hand, beside me, above me, running his fingers through my hair and across my bare skin.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m kind of shy, I guess.”
The beautiful mouth smirks—and my favorite dimple makes an appearance.
“You weren’t so shy when you were coming on my tongue a few minutes ago.”
I laugh. “That’s different. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
He sighs, thinking about it. Then he leans down and presses his warm lips to my chest, my collarbone—working his way up with every few words.
“Well . . . you were kind of young when you first showed up here. I wanted to give you some time to have fun before I settled you down.”
I smile, running my hands through the silk of his hair.
“But then, when you seemed ready for what I wanted—I realized I was your boss. And I knew you needed this job and I didn’t want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.”
I laugh again, skimming my palms over the hard swells of his biceps, tracing his tattoo with my finger. I can’t believe I get to touch him like this—as much as I want.
Best. Fucking. Christmas. Ever.
“You never would’ve made me feel uncomfortable, Jace.”
He pecks at my lips. “But I had to be sure. It was fucking torture, but I knew, if it was gonna happen with us—you were gonna have to make the first move.”
I lean up and give him a real kiss, stroking his tongue with mine until a thick groan vibrates in his throat, and his cock stiffens against my hip. When I pull back, I can still taste him on my lips.
“I’m going to buy Heather something huge.” I say. “Oh and her pervy professor—he gets a present too, for coming up with that naughty list idea.”
Jace moves on top of me, between my legs, bracing his weight on my forearms, brushing my hair back as he gazes down at me with a mix of sweet tenderness and hot want.
“I came up with my own list.” He confesses. “After I read yours.”
“Your own Naughty List?”
“Mine’s more of a Nice List. All very, very nice things,” he says as he slowly thrusts his hips, grinding against me, making me wet and panting for him.
“Tell me.”
“The first item was get some balls and find a way to tell Evie how you feel about her.”
I reach down between us, cupping and stroking those hot, heavy balls.
“Mission accomplished there.” I tease.
Jace’s hips thrust harder, his cock sliding up and down through my wetness, rubbing my clit.
“After that it was fuck Evie everyway possible.” His eyes are dark blue as he looks down at me and his voice is raw and hungry. “That’s going to be an ongoing process.”
I spread my legs wider for him and Jace positions himself at my opening, before thrusting in deep, making me gasp, my back arching.
“And the last thing was,” he rasps as he starts to fuck me, “run the bar with her, marry the shit out of her, have 3.5 kids and a Husky named Nanuk with her. Make a life with her. A beautiful life.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or the steady, deep pounding of his cock inside me, but with a moan I come—clasping him to me, clenching all around him—so, so good.
Jace isn’t too far behind, and a few minutes later I’m a little more sore and sticky than I was before.
I look up at him, catching my breath. “Nanuk, huh?”
He grins. “Nanuk is the best name for a Husky. Everybody knows that.”
“I really like Snowbell.”
Jace nods. “Then we’ll have two.”
And I’m so happy. I didn’t know I could be this happy—the feeling swells in my chest and brings tears to my eyes.
“I love you, Jace,” I whisper.
“I love you, Evie,” he whispers back, and I know it’s true.
The Christmas tree lights cast soft colored shadows on the floor and the snow falls silently outside. Jace rolls to the side, taking me with him, holding me close as I snuggle into his arms.
“Merry Christmas, Jace.”
He kisses my forehead.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
January 1st may still be a few days away, but this night here—this is the start of our new beginning, our new life, together.
The End
with Emma Chase
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Flynn
Christmas has never been my favorite holiday. Probably because it’s also my birthday—a year of buildup for one big day that’s over in a blink. When I was a kid, I’d get so excited for my big day only to experience massive letdown on the twenty-sixth, knowing I had a full year to wait for my big day to come around again. I also hated that my sisters got presents on my birthday. Sure, I knew it was Christmas and everyone got presents, but I didn’t think it was fair that there wasn’t one day that belonged only to me like their birthdays belonged to them.
I know, I know. I sound like a spoiled brat, but that’s how I felt back then. And I love my sisters. Always have, even if they’re a royal pain in my ass most of the time. They’re the reason the fame and success I’ve had as an actor never made me into a world-class jerk. They wouldn’t have stood for it, and I’m thankful for their influence on me even when they’re driving me nuts.
As an adult, Christmas and my birthday have been just another day—especially since my nieces and nephews began arriving and the day became even less about me. This is the first year in forever that I genuinely care about Christmas, but it’s not because of me. Nope, it’s all about my beautiful, sweet, sexy wife. Now that I have Natalie in my life, every day is like Christmas, and I want to put in the effort to make sure she has the best holiday ever. She was separated from her family when she was only fifteen, so it’s been nine years since she had a family to spend the holidays with. I want her to have the most amazing, special Christmas of her life, but I’m stumped as to how to pull that off.
Because I suck at this crap, I’ve brought in the expert—Addison York Roth, my faithful assistant, the little sister I never had and my business partner Hayden Roth’s new wife. Addie is the most organized human being on earth, and she loves Nat almost as much as I do. She knows all about the nightmare Natalie endured at fifteen and the resulting estrangement from her parents and sisters, so Addie will fully appreciate my desire to give my beautiful wife a Christmas she’ll never forget.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about my birthday,” I tell Addie. We’re in my Los Angeles office at Quantum Productions, the company I founded ten years ago with Hayden, one of the top directors in Hollywood. We’ve since added superstar actress Marlowe Sloane, cinematographer Jasper Autry and producer Kristian Bowen as partners in the company—and in life. The people I work with are also my closest friends. “Don’t let anyone make it about me. I want this Christmas to be all about her.”
Addie, still tanned from her three-week honeymoon in the Adriatic, has her iPad ready to take notes. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem. I want it to be amazing for her, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what that should entail. That’s where you come in.”
“I need consultants on this one.” She gets up to use the office phone. “Can you come into Flynn’s office? Bring Leah, too.” After a pause, she nods. “Thanks.”
“I assume that was Aileen?” She’s engaged to Kristian. My sister Ellie is having a baby with Jasper, and Leah is hot and heavy with Emmett, our general counsel. It’s been one hell of a year for the Quantum family, and we need a Christmas that does justice to the changes we’ve undergone. I want it to be perfect, which means it’d be a total clusterfuck if I tried to do it myself. With Addie overseeing the plans, however, there’s reason for hope.
Whatever. As long as I’m with Natalie, it’ll be perfect. The rest is just details. Or so I tell myself. I’m not sure why I’m so stressed about a holiday I normally don’t give two shits about.
“Are you listening to me?”
Addie’s question cuts through the nonsense in my always-busy mind.
“Of course I am.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “I was saying we should go to Aspen.”
I toss the idea around in my mind. Natalie isn’t due to deliver our first child until March and my sister Ellie is due in April, so both of them would be able to fly the two hours it takes to get to Colorado. The house is huge. It would easily accommodate the Quantum crew as well as Nat’s sisters, my sisters, their families and my parents—all the people we’d need to make this the perfect Christmas for Natalie. “That could work.” I just hope that everyone else will agree with the plan.
Aileen comes into my office. “What could work?”
Addie fills her in. “Christmas in Aspen. Flynn’s house there is enormous and close to skiing, shopping, five-star restaurants and anything else we could want or need.”
“Ohhhh.” Aileen’s expressive eyes glitter with excitement. “Sign me up. The kids would love to have snow at Christmas. It was so hit or miss when we lived in New York.”
The more I think about Aspen, the more I love the idea. Could it really be that simple? Leave it to Addie to cut to the chase.
Aileen offers a shy smile. “I don’t mean to imply that we’re invited.”
“Of course you are. It wouldn’t be Christmas without everyone there.” Aileen and her kids have made Kristian so happy. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her or the kids. They’re family to me now. That’s how it works with us.
Addie frowns. “Do we have to invite Rafe?”
Leah comes into the room, scowling at the mention of Rafe. “Don’t you mean he-who-shall-not-be-named? Maybe he’ll go home to France for Christmas and we won’t have to invite him to whatever we’re doing.”
“Christmas at Flynn’s place in Aspen,” Addie tells her.
Leah plops down in a chair. “Hell yes. That sounds awesome, but Marlowe will want to bring him.” As Marlowe’s assistant, Leah has the 411 on her boss.
“Ugh.” None of us can stand the guy that Marlowe is crazy about, which puts me at odds with one of my best friends for the first time in the nearly fifteen years we’ve been close. None of us get what she sees in the smooth-talking Frenchman. Natalie tells me I don’t need to get it. According to my wife, Marlowe is the only one who needs to get it. Which is fine—until I have to spend Christmas with him.
“Time with my love in Aspen, sign me up.” Leah blinks and seems to snap out of her fantasies of alone time with Emmett in Aspen. “But it’ll be fun to have everyone else there, too.”
Addie cracks up laughing. “Nice save.”
Leah smiles. “I can be diplomatic when I need to.”
That makes me laugh. Diplomatic is the last word I’d use to describe Leah, one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. She’d been Nat’s roommate in New York when I first met them, and it’d been Natalie’s idea for Marlowe to hire Leah as her assistant. And now Leah is madly in love with Emmett, who walks around with a dopey grin on his face these days, all thanks to Leah.
Love has been in the air in the Quantum Productions of
fice this year. Each of my friends and partners has ended up with someone I would’ve hand-chosen for them, except for Marlowe, that is. I keep hoping she’ll see the light with Rafe and dump his pretentious ass. I swear he’s dating her more for what she can do for his career than because of the magnificence that is Marlowe. He works for the company that distributes Quantum films in France, which is how she met him.
There’s just something about him that seems off to me, and I know Hayden, Kristian, Jasper and Emmett feel the same way. If I can prove he’s using her to get ahead, I swear to God I’ll bury him. Maybe the time in Aspen will give me more info to build my case. Not that I want to be the one to clue her in, but I’d rather it come from a friend who loves her than the media or someone who’d be looking to exploit her celebrity for their benefit.
As the women discuss the details of Christmas in Aspen, I ponder the added benefit of a few days with Rafe and the chance to look for a crack in the armor. It’s there. I’m convinced of it.
“Flynn.”
Addie’s exasperated voice snaps me back to the meeting. “What?”
“You’re daydreaming today. I asked if we’re in agreement about Aspen? If so, we’ll take it from here and make the plans.”
“Absolutely yes to Aspen.” A week in the mountains with my love and our favorite people? Suddenly, I can’t wait for Christmas.
Natalie knows we’re going away for the holiday, but other than telling her to pack for cold weather, I haven’t given her any info and have asked the others to help keep the secret.
“It’s not fair that everyone else knows where we’re going, and I don’t.”
“I dig that pout, love, but it’s not going to break me.”
She gives me a sly, sexy look. “I have other ways to break you.”
And I’m hard. That’s all it takes when it comes to her. “Is that right? I’d love to see you try.”
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