Page 21 of Mistletoe Mistake
I took a moment to consider all the things I'd seen at the hotel reception the day before and in their office that morning, plus what had just happened, before formulating my response. “She's talented, obviously, and hard-working, but she knows how to separate work and play. She's a loyal friend and protective of those she cares about. She's got a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to people of a higher social class, but she covers it well. And she hasn't had a serious boyfriend for... I'm guessing, two years?”
When Gemma couldn't hide the look of shock on her face, I knew that I had nailed it. “Two and a half years, actually. That's... you... how did you do that?”
Though I tried not to smile, the corners of my mouth twitched upward anyway. They seemed to do that a lot around Gemma. “In my work, I meet a lot of people, and it helps to be able to size them up quickly. People give you all kinds of clues about themselves if you know where to look.”
The wheel moved again, just a few feet before stopping to let more people get on.
“How do I know you didn't just do some research on her?” Gemma asked suspiciously. “You knew a lot about our company too, so maybe you just have some private investigators working for you.”
Genuine amusement filled my chest as I smirked over at her. “You really think I've had you both investigated?”
She shrugged, but she couldn’t hold back her smile either. “I honestly don't know what to think with you, Cole.”
The wheel began moving again, bringing us almost to the top. High above the ground in the chilly night air, no one else could see us now. From our vantage point, we could see the London Eye in the distance, Big Ben and the Shard, but all I could focus on was Gemma. The closeness of her body to mine, the smell of her perfume and the pink of her lips suddenly felt overwhelming, and waiting until we got to the hotel seemed impossible. I needed to taste her again now.
“That's the way I like it, Gemma,” I told her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You never know what you're going to get with me.”
My lips brushed against her ear and down her neck, pushing her scarf aside, and in return, her body gave me all the signs I hoped for. Her intake of breath and the way she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck made it clear that she wanted this too.
“Maybe...” Her voice trailed off as I snaked my arm behind her, my hand coming up beneath her coat to rest on her hip. With a shuddering breath, she tried again. “Maybe you could give me some idea what I might get?”
My smile widened, my lips still pressed against her neck. She wanted a preview, did she? That could certainly be arranged, and I brought my mouth back up to her ear, the sweet scent of her perfume still filling my nose. “You want to know what I'm going to do to you later?”
She exhaled, her lips parting, letting me know that was exactly what she meant.
“First, I'm going to get you out of these clothes. You're wearing far too much tonight, Gemma. I'll take off your scarf...” My fingers trailed along the top of it so she could imagine it, and she shivered in response. “And your coat. I'll run my hands down over your shirt, feeling every swell and curve, before I take the bottom of it and lift it up over your head.”
The wheel had come back around to the ground now, but we were still moving, heading back up again into the night sky, the stars bright above us.
“I'll take a moment to enjoy the sight of you standing in my room with only your bra between me and your beautiful breasts. I'm guessing your bra is white today since you were wearing that white blouse earlier. Am I right, Gorgeous?”
“Yes.” Her reply was barely even a whisper but the sound of it made my dick twitch forcefully in my pants. My imagination had been doing a good enough job of getting me hard in the first place, and hearing her reaction to my words didn’t help me cool down any. Fuck, maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea when we had to stand up and walk out of here in a couple of minutes, but I couldn't stop now.
“Then I'm going to undo the button on these tight jeans of yours, my fingers pressing down against your skin as I pull down the zipper and slowly pull them down, peeling them off you, letting me see your pretty white panties that match your bra. I bet they're going to be so wet that they're nearly see-through.”
Gemma whimpered against me, that same fucking sexy sound she had made under the mistletoe, and I groaned in response. My hand on her waist found the edge of her waistband as I spoke, my fingers running along it to tease her, and she leaned further into me, her hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. Each movement felt electric, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on while still fully clothed.
“Now, you're standing there in just your underwear, waiting to do whatever I tell you to do. You will, won't you, Gemma? You'll do whatever I say.”
“What...” Her words came out short and laboured as I nipped down her neck again, my breath hot against her skin, contrasting with the cool evening air. “What would you tell me to do?”
The way she phrased that immediately caught my attention. Just as it had on the night we'd met, the idea of me controlling her seemed to work for her. Since it worked for me too, I leaned into it, fully taking charge.
“There are so many possibilities,” I told her, the words both a promise and a warning. “Maybe I'll tell you to take your panties off and lie down on the bed, open your legs for me and show me how you make yourself come.”
I could feel the movement as Gemma's thighs pressed closer together, trying to find some relief against the pressure I knew she must be feeling, assuming she was even half as turned on as I was.
“Or maybe I'll have you drop to your knees, undo my pants, and let you play with my dick for a bit before I fuck your mouth.”
Another whimper escaped Gemma's lips, and I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing a fistful of her red hair, I pulled her head back and kissed her, devouring her lips with mine, with a hunger that felt insatiable. Her hand moved higher on my leg until her palm ran across my hard dick and I groaned again into her mouth. It felt like fire when our tongues connected, a scorching heat that fueled my desire even more.
I completely lost track of where we were and how we had got there, and anything other than the feel of her. The movement of the ferris wheel only added to the feeling of falling into her, of being off balance and of losing myself in the warmth of her kiss. I had no intention of stopping until we heard someone clear their throat in an exaggerated, embarrassed way, and I realized that we had stopped moving.
“Um, folks? The ride's over.”
~Gemma~
As quickly as I could, I disentangled myself from Cole and turned to the poor ride attendant whose gaze seemed to be focused everywhere but directly at us. Somehow, we were back at the bottom of the wheel where the next people in the queue were waiting to get on.
