by Logan Chance
“So,” he says, swinging my hand as we walk down the beach nearing sunset. “What next?”
My stomach answers for me, growling loudly right on cue. “I think the beast wants to be fed.”
North grins. “Relatable.”
I feign disgust. “I knew this was all an elaborate scheme to ‘explore’ me in a bikini, North.”
“Can’t help that I was right,” he says.
“About?”
His eyes slice in my direction as we walk side-by-side. “You look fucking amazing in a bikini.”
“You knew that back in New York. You saw my Insta.”
“In person is always such a different experience. A better one. Don’t you think?”
I roll my eyes a little.
He holds tighter to my hand and I allow him to pull me a little closer to his side. His body is warm and fragranced by the salty air and sunscreen and whatever he was born with.
I love the combo.
I want to drink it in and never forget what it’s like.
“I’ve had a very wonderful Christmas with you so far. Thank you again for such an amazing gift. I...I wish I had something great to give you, too. I feel really crappy that I don’t.”
“You gave me the gift of you,” he says, seriously. “I’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying Christmas with someone before. That is pretty damn priceless. It has been equally as wonderful for me to be here with you, Miss Holly Winterbourne.” North looks away to the ocean for a moment.
The sun’s changing, turning into a fierce orange glow of fire that appears to double and then triple in size as it quickly sinks down, down, down. The sky could be a famous painting. It’s so electric with swipes of sherbert rainbow colors.
“It’s so beautiful here,” I say. “I didn’t know anything could be this beautiful.”
North turns so he’s stepping ahead of me, our fingers still laced together. “Also, relatable.”
My heart swells a bit in my chest as he stares straight through me. I try to calm what’s brewing inside me, but as he stops and gathers both of my hands into his I can’t even begin to stop the jackhammering happening inside my rib cage.
“We could go on a lot of adventures together, Holly. Create a lot of real moments.”
I swallow. “This feels like a moment.”
North hums as he pulls me toward him. His fingers move to my hips and the feeling of his warm skin on mine creates goosebumps as he takes hold of me, cradling my hips with his hands. It sends off a firestorm of nerves and desire inside me.
“Give me your mouth,” he demands. “I want to taste your kiss.”
I reach up and twist my fingers into his hair as I pull his head down to me and allow him to take what he wants, tasting every last part of me as he savagely possesses my mouth with his hot tongue and expert kiss.
I quake in his arms, my legs trembling as he takes me tightly into his strong embrace allowing no space between our bodies.
Only North Caspian could take attention away from a sunset so heavenly and divine. I forget all about the magic around us as he lifts me onto his hips and walks with our mouths still dancing, until we reach our very own private gazebo.
North carefully sits us down, me still in his lap, onto one of the lounge chairs. Without thinking, I grind into him out of sheer need. Sheer want.
His hard cock rubs against my aching clit as I moan into his mouth. He twists my hair in his fingers and tugs blissfully at the nape of my neck, exposing my pulse point to him. His teeth graze my skin before he sucks and kisses under my chin, and then all the way down to my collar bone.
Holy shit.
Is this really happening?
I’m soaking wet for my boss.
I’m practically dry humping North Caspian on the beach. And he’s squeezing my barely covered tits and groaning as I swivel my hips into him, silently telling him to fuck me, ruthlessly.
Right here.
Right now.
And this is the exact moment that my stomach decides to voice its need for food again with a long, epic growl.
“Relatable.” North chuckles against my mouth.
I’m still a panting frantic mess as I try to find my senses, pulling in long gulps of salty sea air.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” The words blurt from my mouth before I can slap my hand over my lips.
North clasps his hands around my wrists. “I can’t believe we waited this long. What a waste of time.”
“North.” I giggle.
He appraises my face. “My treasure. A real treasure.”
“North,” I say with a sigh, and fall back to his lips for a haste kiss.
I can’t quite tell you what we had for dinner because it’s all quite a blur, to be honest. I’m sure it tasted great and was divine, but I was on another planet as it all happened, playing back the memory of him all over me.
Every detail of the way his skin felt against mine on the beach. The way he gazed at me with such heady eyes, needing me.
I sat through dinner completely wet, throbbing with desire for my boss. We drank champagne and at one point I must have ended up on his lap because now we’re sitting at the dining table just like we did on the beach, lost in a scrumptious deep kiss.
I lick the bubbly champagne from his lips and he picks up the bottle in one hand and carries me off with the other, dotting kisses on my wet mouth as we head for the couch in one of the many living room areas. And what a room and couch it is. Our vacation rental is actually not a rental or plush hotel. No. It’s a gorgeous home that North owns on the beachside, overlooking the incredible view.
The two-story villa appears almost ancient, like a maiden castle, but fitted with all of the modern magic you’d expect to find inside of a home of North Caspian’s status.
After a meal fit for royalty, he treats me on a tour of his beautiful home, telling me all about his art collection, which is quite impressive, even by his standards. At the bottom of the stairwell is a large open space that leads to a great room, which is pretty bare in comparison to the rest of his house. It only takes me a minute to figure out why. The walls are made of glass and through the tall windows the moonlight filters in like an epic spotlight flooding the space with its magical glow.
In the milky casting of the moon North looks like a Greek god.
I can barely hold myself together from how gorgeous he is staring at me with those dark eyes of his, like I’m something great to him.
He holds out his hands and pulls me close to him.
I can’t breathe.
He must sense it because he grins a little, and then tells me to relax in his deep husky voice, sending me into an even dizzier state of lust.
I’ve never in my life wanted a man like I want him and I know in my heart this is not something that will be wrapped up by the end of our trip here.
There’s something greater between us. Something more magical.
I feel it in his touch when he puts his arms around me. Or when his hands land on my slender hips and he sways us gently to a rhythm he hums. I’m melting in his embrace and want nothing more than to pull his lips to mine.
Thankfully, we’re on the same track and he dips his face closer to mine, teasing my mouth with his. At first he gives me gentle little pecks and then our kiss deepens into a whirlwind of clothes falling away, whispering secrets and laboring breaths.
“North,” I moan into his open mouth.
“Just to be fair, Holly . . .” He laughs. “Oh fuck.”
“What?”
He doesn't finish his sentence, instead he pulls me down with him to the plush carpet that honestly is more luxurious than any bed I’ve ever slept in. It feels as soft as cashmere under my skin, and the moonlight blankets over us as he frees himself of his button up shirt.
He skates his fingers up my thighs and draws my panties down my long legs, tossing them to the side before he hovers over me, coming to rest between my thighs.
I watch him in the moonl
ight and shiver at how beautiful he is. I know men don’t like being called beautiful but that’s how he looks. He’s just like art from his collection and his touch is something new to me. Something I’ve never felt with a man before.
He’s gentle and rough at the same time. I can’t even explain it. It feels possessive and protective all at once. He loves on me with the most tender kisses on my neck, throat, collarbones, and even my hips. But, he also whispers dirty nothings in my ear and smacks my ass until I’m begging him to fuck me.
North doesn’t hold back.
“God damn it,” he says, laughing again. This time he pulls back.
“What’s wrong?” I stare up at him. “Is someone watching us?” I glance out the window, but it’s just me, North, and the moon.
“I thought I could do it, but I can’t. Get up, come on.”
“What?” I blink rapidly, confused by his words. Is he rejecting me? What the hell?
North reaches down and lifts me up into his muscular arms.
“Remind me to buy some faux fur rugs,” he says, still chuckling. “For the vegan girl.”
I scrunch up my nose until I realize we were just about to have sex on a rug made from real bear fur.
“North,” I scold, gently. “Please say it’s not true.”
He grins a little. “It was a gift, if that makes it any better? I’ll get rid of it, I promise.”
“I do appreciate your thoughtfulness. Holy crap. This might be the most awkward pre-coital convo of my life?”
He chuckles. “How about fixing that?” He carries me off to his amazing bedroom, complete with a bed fit for a king. It’s made of something that looks like pure gold. The four posts stand tall like daggers on each corner of his bed and the feeling of the cool sheets under my skin is just something otherworldly as he gently places me on the bed.
“All animal friendly.” He grins. “Not a single creature was harmed making this bed. I promise you.”
“Mmm,” I purr at him. “Come here and hurt me.”
North crawls to me. “I’m sure there is an amazingly bad joke I could tell you about beating up a pus— ”
I pull his lips to mine and don’t let his mouth ruin our moment with any more lame jokes, even though that’s how we got here.
Damn hot dog jokes.
But I’m not thinking about that now. Right now, I’m lost in his expert kiss. How he pushes me down into his pile of pillows that I’m sure are not filled with goose feathers. I run my hands all over his strong back, along his spine until I grab a fistful of his thick silky-soft hair and make him groan my name.
“Baby,” North growls. “I want you so damn bad, Holly.”
“I’m yours.”
He kisses me. “Say that shit again.”
“North Caspian, I’m all yours.”
“Well, merry fucking Christmas to me.”
“Yes, joy to the world and all that good stuff, North. Now, please, just stuff my stocking.”
He falls into my shoulder, laughing. “Please don’t make jokes right now. I’m begging you.”
“Ride me like a reindeer. Sleigh me with your candy cane. Put your jingle bells in my mouth. Eat my christmas cookie.”
He pops up from my shoulder, his eyes bright with amusement, but also that bit of wickedness I know all too well. “Eat your cookie, huh?”
“Whatever gets you to make a move on this ho ho ho.”
“You naughty little elf, Holly. Watch out or Santa is going to put his sack—” He laughs. “I can’t even make that joke without hating myself. Please stop now.”
“I’d like to get back to the cookie eating part.”
He raises his brows with a sexy grin on his perfect lips. “Your wish, Miss Winterbourne, is my command.”
North kisses a map down my legs, dotting hot stamps with his lips as he makes his way between my legs. He shoves my knees together and then my legs back, giving himself access to my pussy the way I like it best.
How does he know that?
I grip his forearms as he palms my bare breasts and kneads them so perfectly as his mouth tastes how wet I am for him.
His tongue works me like a pro, rolling around my clit and lapping at my center until I forget all about my bad jokes and only crave to have him inside me. He plunges a thick finger into me as he sucks on my aching clit, sending me over the edge.
I grasp his hair in my fists and tug as I scream out his name. It only makes him work harder and keep me locked in place, putting his strong fingers around my thighs and pinning me down so I can’t escape the powerful orgasm that takes over my whole body. A white-hot fire floods through me like a summertime heatwave. My ears ring from how hard I come and I have to gulp at the air just to catch my breath. I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life. And that was only from his mouth and fingers.
I can’t even imagine that huge cock between his legs and how he must know how to work it.
Will it even fit inside of me?
He’s so thick and long.
I bite back making a joke to him about fucking me with his holiday Yule Log, even though it would be classic Holly. But he’s sporting such a beautiful, massive hard-on I won’t risk deflating it with a hideous lame joke.
Instead, I climb on top of him, pushing his shoulders until he is flat on his back and keep my eyes locked with his telling him silently that I’m about to rock his world.
And I think he knows it from how he grins, but still looks oddly vulnerable, for him anyway. It’s a new thing I’ve learned to notice about North. He hides it well, but if you pay enough attention you can catch it.
I start at his neck and bite the tender skin behind his ear.
He growls and I grow wet for him all over again.
I love his sounds, his touch. How he grips my hips and kneads my skin with his fingertips. I nibble down his throat and chest. I lick all the way down his sexy abs until I’m at the tip of his hard dick, and I suck the precum away which makes him growl my name fiercely.
It spurs me on, making me grow brave enough to deep throat his cock, all the way to his balls. I suck him hard, giving him my best until he pulls me up to his lips, kissing me hard and stroking his hands through my hair with a loving touch. It’s like he’s thanking me with his kiss and touch.
“Mm,” I moan into his mouth. “I love how you kiss me, North.”
“How I kiss your mouth or your sweet pussy?”
“Both. I’ve never come like this. You make me crazy. It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah?” He kisses me hard.
“Mm. Yes,” I breathe into his mouth.
“Fucking good. You’re mine now. Aren’t you?” he asks, darting his tongue back into my mouth.
“Yes, North. I’m yours.”
His free hand that isn’t wrapped around the back of my neck plays between my legs, through my soaked lips until he’s finger fucking me again, rolling my aching clit around with his thumb.
My thighs quiver as I feel like I could come again. I lean back and he devours my neck, then kisses down to my hard nipples and sucks adoringly on each side of me until I can’t help myself, my fingers clawing at his neck and riding his middle finger until I come again. I wrap my hand around his cock and pump him, feeling him swell in my palm.
He flips us over and dives for my pussy, lapping at my aching core until I can’t take it any longer and beg for him to fuck me.
“I thought about this so many times,” he whispers over my wet lips. “Your body. Your lips. Fucking you. Making you come.”
“You bad boy, North,” I moan out, clawing at his back with my nails. “Thinking about fucking your employee.”
“Holly, you feel so fucking good around me. That tight little pussy of yours. This sexy fucking body. Your kiss. Your lips. I’m so motherfucking gone for you.” He puts my hands above my head and gazes down into my eyes. His hips slow and I have to remember to breathe. “I want to keep you with me. You’re the one treasure I don’t wa
nt to share with anyone.”
“North,” I sigh. “I want to stay with you, too.”
He kisses my mouth. “Good.” His hips pick up the pace, fucking me steadily like the monster in bed that he is.
I’m pressed down into the mattress with the weight of his body pinning me. I love how it feels to be imprisoned by him. To be owned. To be claimed in this way. He touches all the right parts of me as he fucks me harder, with purpose. I feel every truth inside of him as he moves, linking us up. The rise builds inside me, my body crying out for that one glorious movement that will send me over the edge. I pray for it and can’t believe how much I need to have him, how good he feels. I am fucking my boss. The man I’ve hated for so long and now could not imagine living without.
His touch.
The way he looks at me.
He’s such a different man than the one I thought I knew. He’s a generous lover and pours into me with such care and ferocity.
I grip him tightly and allow him to take me over with everything he has, and fuck, he has a lot to offer.
“Holly,” he growls, “come for me, baby. Come with me.”
“Fuck.” I clench around him as he drives into me, his slick skin gliding over my clit as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. I don't think anyone has ever hit my G-spot before, but North finds it just fine, sending me over the moon as my orgasm takes over me, sending a string of curse words flying from my lips.
He drinks them down as he kisses me, pausing for a moment as he comes hard.
We lie on the bed waiting to come back from the heavens, enjoying the feel of each other. He rolls me to my side and draws little pictures on my back with his fingertips, asking me to guess what they are. At one point he goes still and I think he has fallen asleep, but when I peek back at him, he’s just glowing as he stares at me.
“I have never had a better Christmas,” he whispers. “You’re the best gift, Holly Winterbourne.”
“I want to come back here every year for Christmas.” I roll closer to him, tucking under our sheets and stealing the warmth of his body.
North kisses my forehead. “There’s so many places to go, though. I want to show you the world. I want to go on amazing adventures with you.”