A Very Merry Temptation: 'Twas the Season / Mistletoe in Memphis / Second-Chance Christmas

Chapter 7

The minute Nikki opened her arms to him, Max pressed her beautiful body down on the mattress, carefully covering her small body with his much bigger one.

He needed to feel her...

“Hmm. Damn, you feel so good against me,” he whispered, his hands coming out to grab her waist before slipping down and grasping her hips.

He wanted to go slow, be gentle with her, but his need threatened to override his rational mind and he feared if he didn’t get control ASAP, he’d lose it and go balls-deep inside her before she was ready for him.

He brought his forehead to rest against hers.

“Are you...are you all right?” She asked the question breathlessly and he cursed himself, believing she was faltering beneath his weight.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you,” he said, and began to shift his weight, stopping when he felt her small hand on his forearm.

“No, I’m fine! You’re not heavy...” Her words stopped him and he remained where he was, only shifting her legs so that he lay between them.

“I just wanted to know if you were, you know, okay?” she asked, and he groaned painfully.

“I am. I just needed a moment so I didn’t...hurt you. You’re so small,” he moaned into her neck, unable to resist the temptation.

She reached her hands up to wrap around his thick neck, replying, “I’m small, but I’m not fragile. I won’t break,” she said, and he dragged in a deep breath when he felt her turn her face into his neck, kissing the side with her full lips, her tongue boldly coming out to flick the lobe of his ear.

“Keep doing that, little girl, and you just might get what you’re asking for.”

“That’s what your mouth is saying...”

It took a moment for her sexual teasing to register. When it did he was torn between being turned on even more—if that was even possible—to admiration for her cute wit.

His dick jumped and the war was over before it started.

He needed her, now.

“Let me test it first,” he replied in a coarse voice. “I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours wrapped around me, trust me. But I won’t hurt you,” he said, and captured her lips with his before she could reply.

He shoved her legs farther apart, spreading her wide, and, placing his hand between them, sought her out. As he continued to kiss her, their mouths dueling as their sexual play grew heated, he inserted first one finger inside her clenching, tight heat.

“Oh, fuck!” he said, and slowly added another. Her walls came out to clench and tighten on his fingers, so tightly he knew he really had to prepare her.

He began to pump his fingers slowly into her vagina until she moaned against his mouth, grinding her hips as she sought more of him.

He slowly added one more finger, skewering it inside her even as she grew wetter with each drugging kiss, each twist of his fingers inside her body.

She whimpered against his mouth and he felt her need rising. But he had to make sure. She broke contact with his mouth, even as he continued his sensual assault. Panting, her chest heaving, she continued to work his fingers even as she pleaded, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper, “Max...oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“I want that pussy juicy for me, baby.” Max could barely respond; his need was now making thought and communication painful to attempt.

“I—I’m ready, please,” she cried, keening and moaning when he continued.

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his face, licking them clean as he’d done earlier, her essence flowing down the side of his hand.

His lips pulled back in a feral grin.

She was ready for him.

He leaned up and away from her, grasped his shaft at the midpoint and brought it to her entry. He leaned in and slowly began to feed her his cock. Slowly, carefully, inch by inch he gave her himself.

He felt the moment her feminine walls began to protest before the cry left her lips. He knew she was small and he was by no means even average. His dick was big, but he wasn’t a brute. He’d go without before he’d hurt her. The thought of her being hurt by anyone, including himself, brought along with it a surge of unreasonable anger.

He tossed the thought of why that was to the side and waited for her.

“Baby...oh, my God, you’re so big, I—” Her voice broke and soft whimpers tore at him.

He brought his mouth to hers and softly kissed her, whispering nonsensical shushing noises, seeking to give her solace.

He was only halfway in.

He brought his finger back out to play, this time focusing on her clit. Within seconds he felt the gush of liquid saturate the digit and relief made him tremble.

He slowly began to screw his hips and feed her more of himself until he’d given it all to her.

He captured her cry of pain and pleasure with his mouth, shoving his tongue deep.

“Nikki, baby, you are so hot...so tight and slick on my cock,” he grunted as he slowly began to stroke in shallow, controlled movements. “Damn, you feel good on me!”

Slow, measured, slick kisses mimicked the way he dragged in and out of her heat. He repositioned her legs so that he hit her clit with each advance and retreat of his cock.

With each hot glide, each stroke, he felt the hair around his groin brush against her smooth pussy, making his cock damn near explode with the incredible dual sensation.

On every level she intoxicated him. Her scent, her body...the way she moved. She was the total sexual package.

He lifted her legs so that they lay over his arms and, grasping her hips, he began to ride her.

Jostling her body as he rotated his hips, knifing into her sweet pussy, he gave short, controlled thrusts as her cream came out and saturated his dick, running down the side of her leg as she loudly cried her pleasure.

With a shout he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his arms shaking and sweat running freely down his face.

“Yes!” His roar filled the room as he ground into her moist warmth, his straining arms caging her within his embrace.

He felt her body tense and clench and knew she was ready to release. He thrust once, twice, and felt her body let go. When he felt her tightening walls and scream, he reached down and swallowed her cries with his mouth.

Within moments they went up in flames together, the orgasm intense, unlike anything he’d ever felt. It was as though a thousand butterflies were feathering his dick, toying with his balls.

Moments after they climaxed and lay back on the bed, spent, Max knew that his world would never be the same again. He thought of the file he’d had put together on her and the fact that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was. How would she react when he told her about the latter? There was no way in hell he’d ever tell her about the former but he knew that he would have to tell her who he really was if he wanted any type of real relationship with her.

He turned to look at her. Her beautiful eyes were closed, a content look on her gorgeous face.

“Damn,” he whispered, thinking, wondering how in hell he was going to tell her of his deceit.

Chapter 8

Monday morning found Nikki struggling to keep her mind on her work, and she forced herself not to check the clock again, for the twentieth time in as many minutes, to see when Ms. Rockway would emerge from her office and depart for her break. Then she would feel comfortable catching up with Max for their lunchtime tryst, one that they’d been meeting for every day at lunch for the last two weeks.

She hadn’t seen him since he’d kissed her goodbye and left her house Saturday.

Even thinking of what they were doing, where he would decide to...do her this time, filled her with heady anticipation. She felt her face flush and her panties grow damp and drew in a shaky breath.

What he’d said in his panty-dropping voice on the phone to her earlier that morning, in the guise of asking her to get Ms. Rockway’s signature on some made-up requisition, still made her blush.

It had been a struggle to think of anything else than how it felt when he ate her out, the way he carefully and with great attention to detail licked and laved every part of her body. And the fact that he let her know in no uncertain terms that their lunch ritual was as hot for him as it was for her meant even more to her.

The first surprise had been his unorthodox approach to lovemaking. She never knew what to expect.

Although they had only officially been seeing each other for two weeks, and their sexual trysts weren’t exclusively lunchtime only, there was something about what they did during lunch that was not only sexy as hell to Nikki, but also strangely...sensual. As kinky as he got, as quick as some of their lunchtime trysts were, they were intimate, sensual and...fun.

She felt the smile grow. Just what the doctor ordered.

“I get off just looking at you, did you know that?”

The hotly voiced question whispered into the Bluetooth in her ear made Nikki jump. She’d picked up the call from her cell without looking to see who it was.

She would definitely have to give him his own ringtone, she thought, glad her supervisor wasn’t around, knowing the blush she felt had to be showing on her face.

She glanced around to see if Max was near, disappointment surging when she noted her immediate area was free of anyone outside of the accounting department.

She sunk down lower in her chair, lowering her voice. In an attempt at nonchalance, she opened a document and pretended to work.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, suppressing a giggle at the very schoolgirl way he was making her feel.

“Yes, baby. Those long legs of yours in that pretty skirt make me wonder if you are wearing any panties today. ”

“Max.” The soft sigh brushed from her lips at the unexpectedness of his intimate question.

“Yes, baby?”

She laughed, low, a lover’s laugh. “Why do you say some of the stuff you do?” she replied, glancing around to see if anyone was near.

“I like to share things that make me wonder with my baby. Now...what color did you go with?”

“Black,” she said, and bit the corner of her lip, her smile creasing her face.

“Sheer or lace? Bow or not?”

“Lace with a white bow. You haven’t seen these. Yet.”

“Hmm...yet, huh? I like the way you think. I will make it my mission to see every pair you own. And remove them from that pretty little ass of yours,” he finished, his voice rough with a need she could hear through the phone. “There is a plumbing problem in one of the smaller conference rooms. I had maintenance lock it up until someone can come and fix it.”

“And you’re telling me this why?” she asked, but already knew the answer.

The backs of her thighs peppered with goose bumps, her nipples constricting.

“Come up to the management floor, room 1801. And put your panties in your pocket. You won’t be needing them.”

“Ooh,” she breathed.

“I’ve got something special waiting for you, baby,” he continued, and Nikki’s eyes widened.

“Wha-what is it?”

“You’ll just have to come up here and see. And remember...no panties.”

He hung up and Nikki sank back in her chair.

“Oh, my God...is he serious?” she asked, but she knew the answer.

Her pussy quivered in anticipation and she could feel her own wetness in her panties.

Which was her answer to whether she was bold enough to actually do what he was daring her: go up to management and have a sexual tryst in the middle of a working day.

She rose swiftly and called out that she was headed for lunch. Not waiting for Ms. Rockway to come out and stop her with a last-minute request, Nikki walked to the ladies’ room and went into a stall to remove her panties.

Her face heated, she stuffed them into her purse and then walked briskly to the elevator and made her way up to meet Max.

She tested the door after glancing down the hallway to make sure no one saw her, then slipped inside. Immediately Max was on her, pulling her into his arms and locking the door behind her.

His warm, firm lips pressed against hers. His hands moved over her back, rubbing softly, then shifted to cup the globes of her butt, eliciting a moan from Nikki.

He released her ass and moved his hands around to the front and began to unbutton her blouse and deftly unsnap her bra. He tugged off her shirt, exposing her breasts, which bounded free. He lifted her and placed her on the conference table, coming to stand between her legs.

“We don’t have a lot of time. But we have time for this,” he said before kneeling in front of her.

“Max.” She breathed the one-word plea.

He lifted her skirt and glanced up at her, approval in his eyes. “Good girl...you listened,” he said, and winked. She laughed, then her breath caught when he began to stroke his tongue over her slick center.

She slammed her hand over her mouth to stop the shriek from emerging, afraid someone would hear and come running to her rescue.

He began to lick at her wet lips in earnest, the smooth yet rough touch of his tongue sending tremors through Nikki’s body. She gripped the edges of the desk, holding on for dear life as his tongue continued its assault over the lips of her vagina in hot, languid glides. Glides of his tongue that left her...aching.

She moaned, her head hung low as she accepted his ministrations. When he stood, she barely suppressed the cry of denial, but was soon rewarded when he drew his slacks down his legs, revealing his thick, muscled thighs and beautifully sculpted cock.

Her low-lidded eyes observed his ritual way of sheathing his shaft and within moments he was deep inside of her.

As he stroked and rolled his hips, she held on for the ride, her head thrown back as she matched him stroke for stroke.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better...

He picked her up, not losing the connection, his shaft still embedded deeply inside her warmth, and strode over to a big, oversized leather chair. It was different from the others, so she knew he’d brought this one in.

Just for this.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned into his mouth when he sat them down, allowing her to straddle him, her legs dangling over the sides of the oversized chair.

“I thought you might like being in control,” he said, giving her that one-of-a-kind, panty-dropping masculine laugh of his that she loved so much.

“Hmm...you know me so well,” she purred as she began to ride him. Her walls clamped down on his length as his hands came up to hold onto her ass, allowing her natural bounce and his hard-driving thrusts to carry their bodies toward release. As they made love, their bodies quickly, easily caught the rhythm in a harmony that defied definition. Natural, symphonic, unique...as though they were made for each other.

Chapter 9

Back at her desk, a smile on her face, Nikki realized that she had to bring Tony into her confidence and with that she fessed up to what had happened at the ball and what was going on now. Tony was her friend and besides that, he was way too astute not to figure it out, when, ten times out of ten over the past couple of weeks she had returned from her lunch break with her hair in a different style and a glow in her cheeks that she couldn’t begin to hide.

She opened up to him. While not giving the more intimate information, she told Tony that she and Max were seeing one another.

She’d expected Tony to go all gushy on her and completely over the top, but he surprised her, speaking with none of his normal flamboyance and theatrics, but instead sounding like a mix between a big brother who was concerned about her being taken advantage of by a supervisor—which technically Max was to her—and cautioning her against getting involved with someone from management, even if he was temporary.

She stored the caution in the back of her mind, but really, she had no intention of stopping the sensual train ride she found herself on...her new favorite motto was Toot Toot, All Aboard.

She sobered, thinking of Max and her newfound lust. The minute she thought it, she blushed. She shied away from calling it anything more than what it was. And whenever her mind took her there, she loudly hushed it.

While it might not be love, it was...new, exciting and different. She chuckled and put a hand over her mouth. Yeah, different was a way of putting it.

With Max she never knew what to expect.

They’d spent the weekend together that first time, and although she’d assumed it was going to be a one-time thing, and had actually convinced herself that she was perfectly okay with that, she knew that once was far from enough with Max Stele. He was intoxicating to her. Multifaceted.

Mysterious.

She bit the corner of her mouth, thinking that he was a little too mysterious. He’d been gone from the office for the past few days and when she asked him where he was, what he was doing, he’d smiled and told her he had some business to conduct. Which to her mind was him telling her it was none of hers. Business, that was.

She shrugged it off, again telling herself that what they had was not a long-term affair. And that fact had been made more evident after she’d asked him how long he’d be at MagHard Interior Design, and what his plans were after they found a replacement for him.

They’d just finished making love, and were sitting at her kitchen table, naked and eating leftover pizza. She loved the spontaneity he’d brought to her world. What she didn’t love so much was the mystery that seemed to be as much a part of the Max Stele package.

She’d started by asking him what he planned to do after...

“After?” he had asked, watching Nikki as she took a healthy bite of the gooey pizza he’d had delivered from her favorite neighborhood joint, Bosses Pizzeria.

As soon as she had swallowed, she had reached for a glass of sweet tea he’d poured for her and took a small sip, carefully gauging his reaction to her mild query about his future plans.

“Yes, after you leave the company. It is just a temp gig, right?” she had asked, knowing about as much today as she had less than two months ago when he’d started at the company. “And how did you get it anyway, the job?” she had asked. That was another thing that slightly bothered her. Although she was a new employee, she hadn’t been aware that they hired temps in management. She’d asked Tony about it and he’d said that in his five years with them, they hadn’t.

Max had taken a careful bite of the pizza, frowning slightly as though he was considering how to answer her question.

She had become aware of the small things he did, telling gestures to her that told her more than his words normally did.

While she had blabbed on and on about her life, about how she’d grown up with her grandparents and had a happy childhood, about the schools she’d attended, he’d told her...nothing.

Well, almost nothing. She’d been able to pry out of him that his mother had been a single mom, and that he was the youngest of three siblings. And the rebel.

She’d laughed. Yeah, she could totally see him as the rebel.

Small bits and pieces here and there: he had attended college, gotten a B.A. in architecture—which had surprised her—and later a master’s in business and...that was about it, she thought with a frown.

Telling her that although he’d grown up in Texas, he’d lived the past few years in the Midwest. Which accounted for his lack of a tan, she’d said with a snicker, earning her a swipe on the butt from him.