Holiday’s Cookies (A Holly Hills Christmas #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Holly Hills Christmas Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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I walk out of my office with Simon trailing and trying to keep up with my long strides.

“Sugarplum, it’s so good to see you home.” I pull her in for a long, deep kiss that lifts her off her feet and into my arms.

“What’s with the specially wrapped cookies?” I ask after she slides down my body and onto her feet again.

She pats me on the chest. “We have a new neighbor. I was going to go take some cookies over and greet him.”

“The hell you are,” I snarl, picking her up around the waist and carrying her back inside the house.

“You know you were an anomaly. I’ve greeted many people in town before, and never have they ever been naked before.”

“I don’t give a fuck. End of story, Mrs. Snow. You’re not doing it. Kids, your mother and I need some alone time.” I carry her up to our bedroom and strip her out of her work uniform, tossing her face down on the mattress. “Ass up, wife.” I slap her pale cheeks, watching them jiggle and pinken with my handprint.

I undo my pants and test her entrance, which is already fucking wet. Holy shit. “You’re mine,” I grunt and slam into her hole. One hand tugs roughly on her hair, and the other presses on the small of her back. “This is what you need. You need to be reminded that you’re mine. This is what I would have done to you if I had known you were just next door. I would have snuck inside and pinned you down and punished you for staring at my cock like you wanted it so bad.”

“Fuck, James. I was such a bad girl. I wanted to see it. I don’t know what came over me. I wanted the towel to slip.”

“You’re my little pervert. Only mine until we die. Wife, you better remember that.” My hand comes down again.

She bites down on her hand, coming fast and hard, pussy clenching like a fist around my cock. I pump violently and unload into her.

Leaning down over her, I whisper, “You’ll always be mine and mine alone.”

“Happy Anniversary, James.”

I pulled out of her and start at her words. “There’s no fucking new neighbor.”

“Nope. I figured you couldn’t come to the door in a towel, so I improvised.”

“Fucking hell, wife. I love you too much. It made me insane.”

“I know, and I love it, so I think if you get downstairs fast enough, there might actually be cookies left for you.”

“With those cookie monsters?”

We both answer, “Never.”

“Happy Anniversary, Holiday.” I kiss her temple.

Twenty years later

Life has been good. Katie has taken over for Holiday, running the baker full time, so I have my bride of over thirty years to myself these days. Our kids are grown and all out of the house with families of their own. My career hasn’t ended, but I’ve slowed down, releasing only one book a year at the most.

What I prefer to do is chase around my sexy wife and see if I can get her naked as often as I can.

“Sugarplum, where are you?” I call from the top of the steps.

“In the living room,” she calls out in a sing-song voice. I scurry down after my shower in just my towel. The room is scented with cinnamon and fresh pine. As always it embodies Christmas, but none of the many decorations catch my attention. I’m drawn to the beautiful blonde near the middle of the room who has lit some of the scented candles.

She turns the second she hears me enter the room. “Wow, Mr. Snow. I don’t have any cookies for you at the moment…”

“Don’t worry, you have something else I’d much rather eat.” I’m on her in a flash, grabbing her ass and lifting her into my arms, kissing her soft lips. “Wife, I need you.”

“I need you always.” She uses her foot and nudges the towel off my ass, sending it to the floor. Growling, I lift up her sexy dinner party dress and slide her panties to the side.

“Good, because you’re mine.” Pinning her against the living room wall and knocking down a picture frame, I shove my cock into her hole. “Fuck, you feel incredible, sugar.”

“My lover, I can never get enough. Take me.” Her fingers dig into my now salt and pepper hair, tugging on it, reminding me that I need a cut.

I press my face in the crease between her neck and shoulder, fucking her roughly. The years have only intensified our lovemaking, and with no kids around I’ll do her on any spot I can find.

“Fuck, baby. I’m about to come,” I growl against her pulse.

“Yes, I’m coming too.” That’s when the sound of the tires against the snow hits our ears. “Fuck, they’re here.” I unload my release into my wife, rutting a few more times before hurriedly setting her onto her feet. She tosses me the towel and then I dash off to the bedroom chuckling all the way there.


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