Page 14 of Baby, it's Cold Outside
“Kiss me,” I demand.
And she does.
It takes me no time to get hard again. The second I saw those brown eyes after she closed the door, flushed and still glowing a little after she came on my tongue—it’s all I need. She tastes like sugar and spice and everything fucking fantastic.
“You have too much on,” Harlow says as she stands at the edge of the bed right between my legs.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
She grins. “I’m thinking thatmaybewe should remove some of it.”
“Just maybe?”
Her fingers move to the buttons of my dress shirt. She slowly pushes each one out of its hole, moving down lower and lower. I groan as she lets her nails scrape down my undershirt, loving the way her breath hitches when she feels the muscles beneath.
Harlow drops to her knees. “I need to be eye level,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. I swear, I’m going to blow like a teen on prom night if she wraps that fuckable mouth around my cock.
I close my eyes for a second, thinking of anything unsexy to try to get a grip.
Spiders. Pizza. Elephants.
Then she makes a low moan and there’s not a damn thing I can think of to reduce how fucking turned on I am.
“Promise me you’re not crazy,” I find myself saying, because this girl is pretty damn perfect. Not that I think crazy people realize they’re nuts, but I’m praying she’s not. My last girlfriend was a money-grubbing bitch. All she wanted was the family money and status.
It’s why I’ve sworn off dating anyone who knows who the hell I am.
Michael West, heir to the West Investment millions.
She looks up through her sooty lashes. “I’m not. Promise me you’re not an asshole who is going to treat me like a pariah tomorrow.”
I take her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. “I promise.”
“Good, then you’re still overdressed and I’m very much wanting to get back where we were.”
“Me too, baby.”
Fuck, I’m calling her baby. And not in that condescending way that some dudes do. The way I say it is like all that happened tonight was what was meant to. Like some fucking Christmas miracle is happening and Santa brought me exactly what I asked for.
A beautiful girl with red bra and panties that I want to ride all night.
Harlow goes for the button of my pants and I stand. That right there is a sight. She’s on her knees in front of me, the perfect height to take my cock right now.
And then she brings her face right there. She hooks her fingers in my pants, taking the boxer briefs down with her.
“Merry Christmas to me,” she says with a look of awe.
Yeah, that’s every man’s fantasy right here. A girl who looks just as turned on to suck my dick as she was when I was eating her out.
“I think we were both on the nice list,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.
“Let’s find out.”
Harlow doesn’t hesitate. Her perfect lips wrap around my dick and she takes me deep. “Fuck.” I let out a groan, head falling back as she sucks.
