Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“What? I can’t compliment you on your beautiful singing voice?” I tease.

She cringes. The contest to imitate popular Korean songs was interesting, to say the least.

Her elbow taps my stomach lightly, and I laugh. “You were so cute concentrating as you tried your best to imitate the words.”

“Only to you, I’m sure,” she huffs. The humor in her brown eyes takes the sting from her words.

“It was nearly impossible to sit on the panel and pretend I didn’t know you as well as I do. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” I rest my hand on her hip.

“You couldn’t?” Tipping her head up, she smiles.

“No.” My eyes keep returning to her as Sang watched me with a disapproving expression on his face.

“Your manager didn’t seem so happy. His lips were puckered like he swallowed a lemon in between filming.”

“He isn’t thrilled with me.”

“Did you dismiss him?”

I shake my head. “No. I told him things were going to change. He didn’t like it.”

She winces. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t help but feel like it might be. Sang doesn’t approve of you seeing me, does he?”

“He wouldn’t for anyone. He wants me to remain single and appear available to the public.” I scowl. Unless it’s a fake relationship with the public.

“If this is going to ruin things for you—”

“Don’t even think it, Hartley.” I use her full name to show her how serious I am. She shivers, and I pull her closer. “When I said you were mine, it wasn’t a statement I made lightly. There’s been something missing in my life for a long time. You fill that empty space.” Bending down, I brush our lips together. I use the tip of my tongue to trace her lips, and she parts them. I delve inside and moan. She tastes like the marshmallows she shoved into her mouth for her final contest of the day. Heat pools in my stomach, and my cock swells, straining against my jeans. I explore every inch of her mouth, and she whimpers, pressing her full breasts into my chest. I swear I can feel her heat searing me through the denim that separates us.

Her tongue tangles with mine, and I’m lost. Spearing my fingers through her coarse curls, I tilt my head this way and that to gain more access to her sweetness. Her leg creeps up around my hip, opening her to me, and notch myself in the space created. I rock against her, and we both groan at the friction. I kiss my way to her neck, sucking on the throbbing pulse point beating at a rapid speed in time with my heart. I press her back against the wall, lifting her up. Her arms wind around my neck, and her legs snake around my waist. Gripping her hips, I tilt her body. She arches her back, whimpering, and tugs on the strands of my hair. I growl, thrusting up against her. When she cries out, I press my lips to her, swallowing her passion down.

Panting, she grips my shoulders hard, digging her fingers into my flesh. “Yoon. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I spin us around.

“No,” she whimpers.

“When I make you come for the first time, I want to taste it.” The women I’ve been with weren’t always into my way of talking or taking control.

“Fuck, yes.” Hart doesn’t seem to have that problem.

I carry her to the bed and sit her on the edge.

“Let’s get these off you and let me see your pretty pussy.” I take my time removing her slip-ons and socks, then massage her feet. “Are you wet for me, Hartley?”

“So wet.”

“Hmm.” I pull down her zipper. “Let me check.” I slip my fingers inside of the black silk of her panties. Her heated slick coats my fingers. “Oh, baby, you’re flooded.”

“For you.” Her eyes blaze with want.

“That’s right, beautiful. Only for me.” I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking off the sweet nectar. I pull them out with a pop. “I think I need a taste straight from the source.” I pull down her pants. “Lift your hips.” She obeys, and my dick turns to granite. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how well you listen.”

She nods her head, eager to do my bidding as I help her wiggle her way out of the jeans. I pull them down her legs and toss them aside, revealing her neatly trimmed, dripping pussy. Massaging her inner thighs, I lean forward and lick a path up her sodden slit. I circle her swollen clit and plunge deep, digging into the meal I’ve often dreamt about. Slipping her legs over my shoulders, I tilt her hips up for better access. Her flavor coats my tongue, and I’m lost in the smell, scent, and heat of her liquid sweetness. Her walls flex around me, and she tugs on my hair as she moves against my face.