Page 72 of Fake it For Good
Her cheeks burned a bright red. “You’re bad.”
“That’s not the impression I got,” I said with a salacious smile. I finished my drink. “Want another?”
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
I whistled all the way to the kitchen. That had been an unexpected treat. I just couldn’t resist with her ass right in my face. I was a man that liked to know a woman in every way. I had never been shy about sex. I knew what I liked. I liked pleasing the woman I was with. Her pleasure gave me pleasure. If she was shy, she wouldn’t be much longer if she stayed with me.
“It looks good,” I said and handed her the drink. “You work fast.”
“It’s easier to work when there isn’t a face buried against my crotch,” she said dryly.
I laughed and dropped a kiss on her nose. “Such a delicious crotch it was.”
“Here.” She thrust the star at me. “It’s your tree. You should do the honors.”
“No, you put in a lot of work. You should get to add the finishing touch.”
“I’m not about to get on that ladder again,” she said. “My legs are still shaking.”
I stepped close, my body crowding her personal space. “I like feeling you tremble. I really like listening to you breathing heavy. You make the cutest little whimpering noise just before you come. Then you scream like a banshee in the heat of the moment.” My breath moved her hair as I spoke. Her body had gone stiff. I knew I had turned her on once again.
“I do not scream like a banshee,” she breathed.
I laughed and kissed her head once again. “Not yet, but that’s my goal. You put the star on. I promise I will not touch you.”
She frowned at me. “I’m warning you.”
I took her drink and watched while she climbed the ladder to put it on. She climbed down and stood beside me. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s big,” I said.
“It is your house. You have to turn on the lights.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
“Wait!” She rushed to the light switch and turned off the lights in the room. Only the glow from the TV and the fireplace lit the room.
“Ready?” I asked with my finger on the power strip, ready to turn it on.
“Ready.”
I turned on the lights. Her audible gasp made me smile. I quickly stepped back to take it all in. The tree was pre-lit with something like a thousand lights. The red ornaments and garland reflected the lights. The star on top was a bright white light shining down from above.
I finally had a Christmas tree in my house. Memories of my childhood flooded back. I remembered the first tree I put up with Kelly. More like I put it up while she watched Real Housewives. I had always loved the holiday. The years with Kelly did turn me into a bit of a Scrooge. She was all about the gifts and making sure we were invited to the right parties. She never wanted to be home on Christmas. She wanted to go to Aspen or the south of France. It was verynotfestive with her.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Just stunning.”
“It is very pretty,” I agreed. “Very pretty.”
We both stood and stared at the tree in silence. I wondered what was going through her mind. Fond memories of her childhood? Was she thinking about her last Christmas? Was it good? The Peanuts started singing.
She took a deep breath. “I’ll start cleaning up this mess,” she said.
“Leave it,” I told her. “Are you hungry?”
“You don’t need to make me dinner,” she said.
“I was thinking of popping in a frozen pizza. Nothing fancy.”
