12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

by Isabella Kole

  When he looked in her direction and their eyes collided, she quickly averted her gaze and pretended to be examining the elevator ceiling.

  “Any plans for the holidays, Megan?” he asked in that sexy deep, rumbling tone that never failed to make her pussy clench.

  “Oh, I… um…” Her voice trailed off and she gulped hard before managing to string a coherent sentence together. “I’m headed to Florida to visit my parents.”

  “I hope you have a wonderful time. I’m headed to my brother’s place in Maine. That is, if the weather holds out. I assume you’re flying?”

  “Yes.”

  “When does your flight leave?” His unblinking gaze held hers.

  “Tomorrow morning.”

  “Mine too,” he said. “I have a car service picking me up at six AM. Would you like to ride with me?”

  Her mouth went dry, but she somehow managed to say, “Y-yes, th-thank you, Dr. Kingsley.”

  He smiled. “Excellent. It’s a date. But please, I insist you call me Warren,” he said. “In fact, I believe I’ve asked you several times now to address me by my first name. It would seem you have trouble following directions, young lady.” He spoke in a faux scolding tone and it took her several long seconds before she realized he was… flirting with her.

  Oh God. Her heart raced. She felt her mouth dropping open and quickly pressed her lips together, as she tried to conjure up some witty reply. “I, er, okay, Wa-Warren,” was the best she could come up with under the circumstances.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, still holding her gaze.

  Good girl. Those two words turned her to mush. What was happening?

  She became so lost in his mesmerizing dark eyes, she didn’t realize the elevator had stopped on their floor until he gestured for her to exit first. Face flushed, she scurried into the hallway and fumbled to find her keys in her purse. Once she got them out, they slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a clink. As she bent down to pick them up, the bottom of the paper grocery bag she was holding disintegrated and all her purchases went flying across the carpet.

  Completely mortified – so much for playing it cool in front of Professor McDreamy – she scrambled to collect her items from the floor. He knelt down to assist her and she thanked God she hadn’t bought any embarrassing personal items. Only the ingredients for Christmas cookies.

  “Thanks,” she said as he passed her a bottle of vanilla extract.

  “No problem. Here, allow me to help you.” He grabbed her keys from the floor and rose up to open the door to her apartment.

  Still on her knees and clutching all her baking items in her arms, she stared up at him with a shy smile. Was he simply being nice? Or was he seriously flirting with her? He approached her, his crotch level to her eyes, and she felt another heated flush steal through her as she tried very, very hard not to look at this particular part of him. She was suddenly stifling in her winter jacket.

  To her utter surprise, he reached down and lifted her to her feet, keeping his hands on her arms for much longer than necessary once she was standing. His touch sent waves of electricity through her and when she caught the enticing scent of his cologne, she had the sudden impulse to stand on her tiptoes and press her lips to his.

  But she didn’t. She remained frozen, staring into his dark, dreamy eyes, as he held her in the middle of the hallway.

  “Oh, would you two kids jump into bed together already?” came the familiar voice of eighty-five year old Betsy McAllister. “For heaven’s sake, you’re not getting any younger.”

  Megan tried to pull away from Warren, but he strengthened his grip on her arms, not allowing her to budge. She glanced over to see Betsy emerging from her apartment at the end of the hall, pulling a small suitcase behind her. The old woman winked at them as she walked past them to the elevator, obviously on her way out of town for the holidays.

  Once Megan and Warren were again alone, he lifted an eyebrow at her in question.

  “Well, what do you think?” he asked.

  “About what?”

  “About jumping in bed together,” he said in a matter of fact tone. His eyes danced with humor, but in the recesses of his dark depths she thought she detected a heated longing.

  “But-but we’ve never even kissed, Dr. Kingsley… errr… Warren, I mean.”

  “Is that so?”

  He leaned down and captured her lips with his.

  Enough playing around. Warren had been aching to have Megan in his arms for a long time. Once he’d grabbed hold of her to help her stand, he hadn’t been able to let her go immediately. He’d savored the feel of her in his embrace, and he’d reveled in the tense gleam in her eyes.

  He made her nervous. But he also made her blush.

  He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue overs hers, and she moaned into his mouth, a slight noise, but he’d heard it and felt the vibration of it against his lips. His cock went rock hard and he moved his hands up to cup her face. If she hadn’t been holding an armful of baking supplies, he would have moved closer and pushed his center to hers.

  God, she was the sweetest temptation. She’d moved into the apartment building two months ago and she probably had no idea how many times he’d almost shoved her against the elevator wall to kiss her like this. Why the fuck had he waited this long?

  When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting breathlessly and staring at him wide-eyed. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes and silky blonde hair. He ran his hands through her wavy locks and watched as a look of disbelief flitted across her face.

  “Did that really just happen?” she asked.

  “It did, little girl.”

  He found her surprise charming. Didn’t she have any idea how stunning she was? The little light-haired beauty had been driving him crazy for the last two months, with her tight yoga pants and endearing clumsiness. There was also an innocence about her that called to him. She was younger than him by at least fifteen years and new to town. Her southern accent drove him wild and he wondered what she would sound like in the throes of passion.

  He ran his thumb along her jawline and leaned closer. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long, long time.”

  Her eyes widened further. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Well, um, it was very nice.” Her entire face flushed a pretty shade of pink.

  “Just nice?” he asked. “You moaned into my mouth, little girl. Nice isn’t the word I would use to describe it.”

  “Oh? How would you describe it, then?” She licked her lips and inhaled a shaky breath.

  “Naughty.” He guided her toward her open door. “Deliciously naughty.”

  She stepped inside her apartment and turned to face him. “Wo-would you like to come inside, Dr. Kingsley? I-I can put some coffee on.”

  “If you call me Dr. Kingsley one more time, young lady, I will take you over my knee and smack your little bottom.” He was careful with his tone, keeping his voice firm but teasing, eager to witness her reaction to his words. As soon as she started blushing again, he added, “Coffee sounds great, by the way. Thank you,” and entered her apartment as she moved aside.

  His gaze immediately took in the cheerful holiday atmosphere. A large, fully decorated Christmas tree dominated the living room. Garlands lined every doorway and even the tops of the furniture. Stockings hung from the fireplace. Two shelves of a tall bookcase were devoted to an intricate glowing Christmas village, containing the sort of light-up miniature holiday houses his mother used to spread all over the living room. Her apartment was welcoming, warm and festive, while in comparison he hadn’t hung a single stocking.

  He followed her to the kitchen where she deposited her grocery items. He noticed she had an organized set up with decorative holiday cookie tins, some filled, others empty, and baking racks covered in festive cookies set out to cool. Apparently, she’d been in the middle of baking Christmas cookies when she’d had to run out for more supplies.

  “Sorry a
bout the mess,” she said as she started a pot of coffee. “I want to surprise all my relatives with cookies when I come home tomorrow. I’m crossing my fingers I can fit all these tins in my carryon.” She gestured toward the living room. “Have a seat, Warren.” She put extra emphasis on his name and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

  He took a seat on the sofa and she soon appeared at his side holding a tray filled with two steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of cookies. She set the tray on the coffee table and sat next to him on the couch, though much further away than he preferred. As she added peppermint-flavored creamer to her coffee, her hands trembled.

  “Do I make you nervous, little girl?” He added a spoonful of sugar to his coffee and sat back on the sofa, trying to snag her gaze.

  But she glanced his way but wouldn’t maintain eye contact, and she squirmed in her seat as if she couldn’t get comfortable. “Of course not,” she said after a long pause.

  “Then why are you fidgeting and blushing so much?” He placed his coffee down and scooted closer to her. As he held her gaze, he took her coffee from her hands and set it next to his.

  Desire thrummed through him and he breathed deep, savoring the scent of her. She smelled like sugar and dough and spices, topped off with peppermint. And he was fucking starved. He reached for her hair and stroked one hand through it, watching as her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. Her lips parted on a slight gasp, and it was the only invitation he needed.

  He captured her mouth with a forceful kiss and enjoyed her squeal of surprise vibrating against his lips. All his reasons for not asking her on a date or kissing her sooner no longer seemed important. If their age difference didn’t bother her – and at the moment she certainly wasn’t protesting – then he’d be damned if he let it bother him. He was tired of being alone, and if he were being honest with himself, even though he missed his family, he wasn’t looking forward to spending the holidays with them as much as he had in years past.

  His brothers were all happily married, his parents were happily married, and his various cousins and aunts and uncles who would stop by during the holidays were all either happily married or engaged. He dreaded the loneliness he would experience while surrounded by his loved ones this Christmas, but as he kissed Megan, his sense of solitude vanished. He might not be able to bring her with him to Maine, but he would carry the memory of her kisses with him and the knowledge that once he returned home she would be here waiting.

  His tongue continued dancing with hers and he drank her in, every little moan, every little whimper, as well as the feel of her body melting into his. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss.

  Megan’s head swam as Warren held her close and gave her the longest, hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. Warm, pleasurable sensations pulsed between her thighs and she shifted nearer to him, hoping he would take the hint and maybe crawl on top of her and press her down on the couch. Her pulse beat rapidly and she was breathless and desperately needed air, but she didn’t want the kiss to end. Who needs oxygen, anyway? She’d gladly pass out while making out with Professor McDreamy.

  To her delight, he ran one hand up and down her side, coming teasingly close to touching her breast. When she moaned into his mouth, he finally let his hand graze over her bosom. Oh yeah. Second base – check. But she was really hoping for a home run. After weeks of lusting after Warren, experiencing his kisses and his touch was the best Christmas present she could’ve asked for.

  Just as he pressed her down on the couch and straddled her, his pocket started vibrating and she heard a text alert blaring from her phone on the kitchen counter. He pulled back from her, his sexy dark eyes hooded with desire, and gave her a smile that melted her heart. His expression soon turned curious when his phone buzzed again at the same time her text alert buzzed.

  “Oh no,” Megan said. “I hope that’s not what I think it is.”

  “That’s not my phone that’s poking you, little girl, if that’s what you’re talking about.” The passion in his gaze flamed hotter.

  She giggled and moved around just so, until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressing to her lower stomach. A pleasurable shudder ran through her and heat curled in her womanly core. “Um, I wasn’t referring to that,” she said, feeling a flush steal over her. “Our phones. Do you think our flights are canceled? Oh wait – look! It’s snowing!” She pointed at the window behind Warren and the two of them slowly disentangled themselves from one another.

  He withdrew his phone from his pocket. “It’s not just our flights. The airport is closed down. And here’s a weather alert.” He frowned at his phone. “It’s now calling for over three feet of snow in some areas. This is turning into one hell of a nor’easter.”

  Megan got up and retrieved her phone from the counter, only to see the same message. So much for spending the holidays in warm, sunny Florida with her parents and the rest of her family. For a brief moment, she regretted the move to Pennsylvania. She’d come here after landing her dream job as the curator for an art museum in this quirky college town, and while she loved her new job, she couldn’t help but feel a stab of homesickness. Christmas. All alone.

  “Hey, little girl. Don’t be upset.” Warren approached her and wrapped an arm around her.

  She glanced at the cookies in the tins and her heart sank. She tried to force a smile, but she couldn’t quite manage it. Why hadn’t she tried to switch to an earlier flight after the ominous weather reports had started rolling in? Her whole family was intending to gather at her parents’ house on Christmas day – even cousin Eddie, freshly sprung from jail. She couldn’t believe she would miss out on all the festivities.

  Warren’s warm hands cupped her face, and he forced her to look up into his eyes. When she tried to smile again, her bottom lip quivered instead. Great. She was on the verge of tears in front of Professor McDreamy. Shame swept through her and she blinked rapidly and swallowed hard, until she finally got her emotions under control.

  “I-I was really looking forward to seeing my family,” she said with a small shrug. “I haven’t been home in a while.” She gestured at the cookies. “I even made orange cookies for my dad. They’re his favorite. My grandmother used to make them for us each Christmas, but she’s no longer with us, so I took over making them each year. I-I’m sorry to be so down all of a sudden.”

  “It’s okay to feel sad, sweetheart.” He stroked her face with his thumbs and she became lost in his gaze.

  “You must be upset, too,” she said. “I bet you were really looking forward to spending time with your family in Maine.”

  “Now I have other plans for the holidays.” His dark eyes smoldered and he leaned closer, until she felt the heat of his breath dancing across her face.

  “Oh?” She waited for him to reveal his other plans, not allowing herself to hope they included her. Maybe he had other family members or friends in town with whom he now intended to spend the holidays. From internet stalking him, she’d learned he’d been a professor at the local college for over ten years. Surely, he had lots of friends in town.

  “Since we seem to be snowed in together, Megan, and since you so obviously have the hots for me,” he said playfully while waggling his eyebrows at her, “I propose we spend the holidays together.”

  Her spirits soared and she couldn’t restrain the big smile that engulfed her face. “Really?”

  “Yes, little girl, really.”

  “That sounds like a wonderful plan.” She smiled wider and had to restrain the urge to bounce up and down. Her sadness lifted under the warmth of his handsome dark gaze.

  “I’m glad you think so. Perhaps it’s fate that we got snowed in together,” he replied with a grin.

  “Fate?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “The renowned Dr. Kingsley believes in fate?”

  “What did I tell you? My my, you are a disobedient one. You just earned yourself a spanking, little girl.” His expression turned stern and his voice sounded deeper than u
sual.

  “You can’t be serious.” She backed away from him, escaping his grasp. Her heart pounded and she was giddy with nerves by the time she made it into the living room, putting the couch between them. He followed after her, still looking oh so strict and serious.

  When he caught her, she let out a squeal and struggled as best she could, but his strength surpassed hers. She couldn’t believe her crush was not only into her and wanted to spend the holidays with her – but he was about to spank her. He wrangled her back to the couch and pulled her over his knee, draping one leg atop her flailing ones.

  Laughing, she reached back to shield her bottom, all the while enjoying the feel of Warren’s strong muscular thighs beneath her stomach – as well as the noticeable hardness of his growing cock. He grasped her wrists together, pinning her hands on her lower back, and wasted no time in delivering the first swat. He smacked her just hard enough for the impact to sting through the layers of her yoga pants and panties. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, and she found herself struggling a little less and eagerly anticipating the next slap.

  Warren didn’t make her wait long. He swatted her bottom again and again and again, slow but steady slaps, with pauses in between to rub her cheeks. She could scarcely catch her breath, her heart pounded so fast as her arousal deepened. Soon she was moaning and lifting her ass up to meet his slaps.

  “I think a certain little girl is enjoying her spanking,” he said, giving her the hardest swat yet. “Naughty, naughty little girl. This is a punishment, Megan, and you aren’t supposed to be enjoying it. I suppose I must be stricter with you, hmm?”

  She released a sharp breath and peered over her shoulder. This was by far the most deliciously erotic moment of her life. Who would have guessed Professor McDreamy had a kinky side? She’d fantasized about him, of course, but nothing more than pretending he was about to claim her roughly, hold her down and plunge into her. Her face heated further as the memories of all her masturbatory fantasies involving Warren came rushing back. This was so much better than any of her daydreaming about him, and neither one of them had even taken their clothes off yet.