My Favorite Holidate Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
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It’s not quite saying I’ve fallen in love with you but it’s close. So close.

“Everything,” she answers decisively, then her gaze strays to the Christmas tree in the room.

As it flashes on and off, I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me sooner, but I’m glad it’s occurred to me now. “Do you know what good girls get for Christmas?”

“What do they get?”

“They get fucked under the tree.”

The look in her eyes is wild anticipation, and I have half a mind to carry her off the bed and sit her down under the tree right now, but first things first. In the en suite, I grab another towel and wipe the remnants of the whipped cream off her.

When that’s done, she gathers the fleece blanket from the bed and spreads it underneath the tree, then lies down on her side, giving me the sexiest come hither look ever. “Mr. Blaine, why don’t you tell Santa I’ve been very, very good?”

If there has ever been a better gift for anyone on earth than this woman lying naked, waiting for me, I won’t believe it. “Ohh, he knows. He already told me to give you multiple orgasms tonight.”

“He must have read my Christmas list.”

Heat floods every damn cell in my body, and I give her a long, lingering look as I grab a condom. “I did, honey. I did.”

I snag some extra pillows from the bed then join her on the floor, positioning the pillows under her back so it’s comfy for my woman.

I take a beat to stare at the beauty in front of me, here for me, opening up for me in every way. I want to deserve her. I want to earn her. Most of all, I don’t want to hurt her by saying something too soon that I can’t back up. But I think I can try with her. I think I can toss out all my old beliefs and embrace new ones.

But I need to be sure I won’t fail.

First, though, I need to fuck her good. I line up my hips flush against her and sink inside. My brain scrambles, my nerves firing with incandescent pleasure.

She’s tight and hot and all mine. And when she whispers my name in a shuddery breath, I nearly say fuck I love you.

I grit my teeth and swallow down the dangerous words.

Then she’s quiet, and I am too as I ease out, then slide back in, letting her feel every inch of me.

Her breath catches, and her eyes go a little glossy. “It’s so good with you, Wilder. Everything’s so good with you.” It sounds like a confession, like she’s on the verge of something. Of falling too? Could she be? That would be too wonderful. I can barely let myself entertain the possibility that all these feelings could be returned the same way.

But I have a job to do—making her come—and I won’t fail at this one either. “Wrap your legs tight around me. I need to fuck you deep. Need to take you hard. Need to show you how much you mean to me.”

She complies, hooking her ankles around my ass, and then demands, “Show me.”

I fuck her slow, and deep, and passionately. I kiss her as I swivel my hips. I whisper sweet everythings as I thrust. I tell her she’s beautiful, incredible, absolutely amazing as I touch her.

I’m almost saying it. Almost, but not quite.

Still, I want her to feel it—the strength of this connection between us. I want her to believe it can last well beyond the holidays. Right now, I want her to lose control for me. I rise up on my knees, slide my hand between her thighs, and play with her clit till she’s coming hard and fast then begging for another one.

All too happy to oblige, I hook her ankles over my shoulders so she can barely move. Her arms loop around my neck and her wild eyes say she’s holding on tight. In no time, I find a rhythm that has her moaning and begging.

Our bodies slide together. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Her eyes hold mine with such intensity and desire that words nearly burst from me. I can hardly believe that in a few short nights I’ve done the thing I swore I wouldn’t do. I’ve fallen completely in love with her, with no hope for coming out.

Pleasure seizes my body, and I’m lost.

“Give it to me,” she urges and she’s taking all the control, arching up, rocking against me, dragging her nails down my back and squeezing my ass.

I’m desperate to give her another, but my own climax has seized control of me. I’m shaking and shuddering, but then she’s crying out too. Like my pleasure has sent her over the edge again.

The world goes offline and I’m not sure I want to come back to it.


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