The Christmas Virgin: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

“I still can’t believe you own half the company. There’s not a trace of you online or within the company. Believe me, I did a thorough search before I moved out here for the job.” I notch her body so her cunt is against my hardening dick. My shirt on her body rides up, and I know she doesn’t have anything on beneath. I’m a jerk thinking about what she does to me while we’re still having this conversation. Try telling that to my aching dick.

“Like I said, the limelight isn’t for me. My co-owning was contingent upon me being silent as much as possible. Now you’re fed, we’re snowed in, and who knows how long it’s going to take to clear the streets. If we’re solid now, I wouldn’t mind a shower. Are you in?” The slight nod she gives me has me abandoning thinking about anything else other than getting my Halo wet.

“Are you going to get me clean only to get me dirty again?” I pick her up. Those shapely legs are wrapping around my waist, her arms banding around my neck, lips attacking my throat. “Fuck, yes, I am, over and over again,” is my response, and I walk us back towards my room, where I know exactly what I’m going to do to my woman.

CHAPTER 15

Halo

I never could hold a grudge even when my parents grounded me. I got it, understood it, and nine times out of ten, I’d apologize for copping an attitude, then things would go back to normal. Which is why I appreciated it when Warren let me sit and stew after mouthing off, well, not even mouthing off, so to say, more like diving off the deep end, acting like there wasn’t a life preserver, causing me to drown. Not only that, the way he spoke about us, about building on what we have, I know those exact same feelings I have are being reciprocated. I would have been a fool to drag out the most mundane argument in the world. Besides, this is the twenty-first century, the boss-employee dating should be an outdated archaic faux pax. At least that’s what I’m going with for the time being. Unless someone starts something, then I’ll make sure it’s not their business in the nicest way possible that any woman can, even if it does mean a cat fight at the water cooler.

“Warren,” I moan out loud, watching through the glass door as he steps out of his sweatpants, his cock long, thick, and pointing towards his navel. I’m standing beneath the water. He allowed me to get in first after stripping off my shirt. I don’t know what he went and did but I was ready to clean my hair and get the numerous amounts of hair spray, dry shampoo, and root booster from last night out of it.

“Shit, sweetness, I thought you couldn’t get any hotter. Now here you are, hair slicked back, water cascading down your body, eyes on me and only me, like I hung the moon. I’m glad as hell it was me who met you last night and not someone else.” He takes two steps, then he’s right there in front of me. My hands move to his shoulders, holding on as his lips descend on mine. It’s hot, wet, filled with desire, his tongue touching mine, nipping at my lip, and then he’s doing what he seems to like doing—picking me up, carrying me until my back meets the cold tile wall.

“Warren,” I repeat his name.

“I’ve taken that pretty little mouth, had your hands on my dick, felt your pussy wrapped around me. There’s one thing left I’m going to take. If you have any objections, now is the time to speak up.” I remember the heated words leave his mouth in the middle of the night. My ass was in the air when he stated he’d take everything I have to give, and when he slid his thumb along the seam of what most call a forbidden entrance, all it did was make me come harder than the time before that. This was also after my mouth was all over his body and Warren’s was all over mine.

“You already know the answer to that.” The tips of his fingers are gripping the cheeks of my ass, slowly edging closer to what he is asking for.

“I need to hear the words, Halo. Otherwise, it’s not happening.” He dips his head, rasping the whiskers along his chin and cheeks against the column of my throat. My legs tighten around his waist, trying to push his cock inside of me.

“Take my ass, Warren.” My body is on fire with a deep-seated need to feel this man everywhere.

“Fuck. I’m going to make it so good for you, Halo, you’ll be begging for me all the damn time.” He unwraps me from his body. I mourn the loss until he keeps one leg over his shoulder as he slides down the length of me until he’s on his knees. My pussy is right in front of him. I look down, watching as he looks at me as he takes the first swipe of his tongue against my core. My hips arch up, already begging for more at the same time he slides his fingers inside me.