A Billionaire for Christmas (All I want for Christmas is... 3)

“What?” she whispered, sending a stream of air over the wet tip of his cock. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“I want to be inside you when I cum, darling,” he panted. “I’ve been semi-hard all night just looking at you in that dress. If you keep doing what you’re doing it’ll all be over before it starts. And I want this to last.” Heath threw an arm over his eyes and laid there for a moment before moving off the bed and stripping off his pants and boxers, leaving him nude. His cock jutted proudly from his body, red and wanton and so ready for her. He reached over to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer and Aileen couldn’t resist leaning up on her elbows and swiping her tongue over his velvet head again, tasting the salty goodness of him for herself once more.

Heath groaned and slipped his fingers through her hair, holding her to him and encouraging her to lick him again before gently moving her away to put on the condom. “I hope you’re ready for me, darling, because I’m going to fuck you into next year.”

“Yeah?” She grinned and stared back at him, her legs spread in obvious invitation. “I can’t wait. C’mon, big boy. Quit talking and give it to me already.”

Another growl and Heath was on her, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed and his body looming over her as she opened her thighs even more to accommodate him. He yanked the top of her corset down to expose her breasts. “God, you make me crazy. I’m not usually like this with women, but you bring out the alpha in me.”

“And you bring out my inner slut.” She winked and rocked against the hard tip of his cock, causing it to make contact with her still swollen clit. “Now put that cock in me before I lose my mind.”

Heath bent and kissed her deeply as he thrust inside her hilt-deep, then stilled, allowing her time to adjust to him. He wasn’t the only one desperate and discombobulated. Aileen felt the same. She’d had other lovers and liked to be mouthy in bed, in all ways. But Heath brought out her hidden vixen like no other man ever had before. The chemistry between them was electric, volatile, a powder keg ready to explode whenever they touched.

As he began moving inside her, slowly at first then building to a stronger, driving rhythm, she held his head to her chest as he took first one, then the other, of her sensitive nipples between his lips. She might not have him forever, but she planned to enjoy him to the fullest while he was with her now.

Soon, they were both panting and clinging and moving closer and closer toward the precipice of an earth-shattering climax. Aileen strained against him, rubbing herself on his pubic bone to increase the friction of their bodies. “Yes. I’m close, so close…”

“Me too,” Heath panted, his cheeks flushed and his hair damp with sweat as he balanced above her on his arms, his biceps quivering from the force of his thrusts. “Cum for me, darling. Let me see you once more.”

“God, yes!” She writhed and pressed and worked her body on his until at last her muscles contracted and those delightful flutters swept through her again, reality bursting into a million iridescent shards of brilliant passion. Heath soon tensed as well, his movements becoming more chaotic as he lost himself in his own orgasm, burying himself deep within her as he came hard.

A long moment later, he collapsed atop her amidst their scattered clothes and the sound of heavy breathing. The air smelled of sex and she sighed dreamily.

Merry Christmas to me.

She closed her eyes and drifted off, only to be awakened by the sound of a knock on the front door moments later. Aileen peeked one eye open and squinted at Heath, who was snoozing beside her. “Expecting someone?”

He grinned, looking entirely too adorable for his own good. “Actually, yeah. I was.”

Aileen frowned. “Who?”

“It’s a surprise.” After dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he got up and pulled on his tuxedo pants, sans undies, then padded barefoot down the hall to punch in the security code and answer the door. Aileen rolled over and covered her head with her pillow, for once her modesty winning over her curiosity. The sound of male voices echoed through the brownstone, followed by the noise of something being moved inside. By the time Heath joined her again in the bedroom, she’d run through a hundred guesses in her head—furniture, an antique he’d bought at the auction earlier, more clothes for her.

The mattress jiggled as he climbed in beside her then leaned over to trail kisses down her bare back. “Ready to see your surprise?”

Aileen moaned. “What is it?”

“Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” He smacked her lightly on the rump then laughed. “Up you get, darling.”

“Fine.” She rolled over and wrapped the sheet around her. Her corset was all crooked now from him yanking it down and her thong was missing and a chilly draft tickled her toes as she dragged the sheet behind her, following him out into the living room to see…

Her heart tugged. “A tree? You got a Christmas tree.”

“I did.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind as they stared at the towering spruce, still decorated from the party on Park Avenue, its white twinkle lights and silver trim sparkling like diamonds in the night. “I figured we needed some holiday cheer around here.”

“I don’t us

ually celebrate Christmas. I’m Jewish.”

“Me neither.” Heath nuzzled her ear. “Not since my mom died. But this year seemed different.”

Aileen snuggled back into his warm, solid chest and blinked back the unexpected sting of tears, her heart aching for all the possibilities with this man, if things had been different between them. “Yes, this year does seem different, doesn’t it?”

* * *

Heath awoke the next morning at his usual pre-dawn time and got ready quietly so as not to wake a still sleeping Aileen. They’d made love a second time in the wee hours, tenderly this time, so different from their rough and tumble coupling earlier. He’d put everything into that second round—all the love and tenderness and gentleness he felt toward her, but couldn’t say.

Still, as he walked into the living room and clicked on the tree before heading to the kitchen to make them a fine Christmas breakfast, he couldn’t help remembering other holidays, when he’d been a kid. His parents so happy together, loving each other and him.