Dr. Knight: A Billionaire Holiday Romance

Then the fingers withdraw. I almost whimper. Instead, I let out a loud gasp as I feel his tongue on me, inside me. It moves in and out. My body trembles and my gasps turn into soft cries.

Rainier’s fingers rub my clit as his tongue makes me wetter and I turn into a mess. My head spins. Stars appear in the corner of my vision.

I nearly come undone, but suddenly, Rainier stops. I hear rustling behind me and guess he’s taking off his pants. I’m too tired to look or to move a muscle.

Then he turns me around. He hoists me up on a stool and my legs dangle. He pulls my underwear and my pants off my ankles. My shoes fall off in the process.

Rainier spreads my legs. I lean back and rest my elbows on the counter. A tray falls and cookies scatter on the floor. I don’t care.

He captures my lips as he grips my thighs and enters me slowly. I whimper into his mouth. He keeps my lips locked with his until he’s completely inside me. Then he starts moving. I wrap my hands around his neck and cling to him as the stool wobbles. He wraps one arm around me and continues jerking his hips.

His cock reaches deeply inside me, rubbing against every amazing spot and starting a fire in my belly. The heat spreads throughout every inch of my skin.

When it reaches boiling point, my eyes squeeze shut. My mouth opens.

“Rainier!”

I hold him tighter as my body writhes in pleasure. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My toes curl. Rainier’s hips keep jerking a few more times, then he buries himself even deeper inside me as he stops. I hear him grunt as his body grows taut, then he trembles as every muscle in his body uncoils.

I keep clinging to him as he starts to pant. When he pulls out of me, my arms fall to my sides. I can’t keep myself on the stool, so I sit on the floor and rest my back against the counter. As I unroll the hem of my shirt, my gaze falls on the cookies that fell earlier, still scattered on the floor.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I put my pants and underwear back on. Then I start picking up the cookies and putting them back in the tray. Rainier helps me as soon as he has his pants back on. He pulls me to my feet and I empty the tray into a bin. As I see the cookies go to waste, I frown.

“And they turned out so perfectly, too,” I mutter.

“Sorry,” Rainier mumbles as he puts his sweater back on. “But hey, there’s still a lot left.”

He gestures to the remaining trays of cookies on the counter. Indeed, there are still three of them left, with about a dozen cookies each.

I take one. “So, you said Suzannah has bulimia?”

Rainier nods. “But don’t tell anyone.”

I raise my right hand. “I won’t.”

“But you still won’t tell me Calvin’s secret?” he asks. “You know, you two were in a room, too. I’m beginning to think something happened – ”

“Stop right there,” I cut him off. “Calvin and I didn’t have sex, okay? How can you think that? He’s my cousin.”

Rainier shrugs.

“Besides…”

“Besides, what?” he asks.

I sigh. “Fine. I’ll tell you his secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone, either.”

He holds up his right hand.

I draw a deep breath. Sorry, Calvin.

“He’s gay,” I whisper.

Rainier’s eyes grow wide. “What?”

“That’s why he was talking to men at parties,” I explain. “That’s why he wanted to talk to you.”

For a moment, Rainier just looks at me. Then he runs his hand over his face.

“What?”

I nod.

He exhales. “Thank goodness I didn’t leave myself alone with him.”

I arch an eyebrow. “What? Don’t tell me you couldn’t have handled him.”

Rainier narrows his eyes at me. “Are you saying you wanted me to handle him? I thought you didn’t want me to handle anyone.”

“I never said that,” I say.

Still, I avert my gaze from his.

Rainier chuckles. “Still lying to yourself, hmm?”

I pick up the piping bag instead of answering.

He grabs a cookie and bites into it.

“Hey,” I complain. “I wasn’t done with that yet.”

He ignores me and finishes the rest of the cookie.

“It’s good,” he says afterward as he lets the crumbs fall from his hands. “I wasn’t expecting the peanut butter flavor, though.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I just suddenly had a craving for peanut butter.”

“You did?”

I nod as I take a bite out of a cookie as well. “It’s weird because I usually don’t…”

My thoughts hit the brakes as a realization hits me.

I usually don’t like peanut butter.

“Ellis?” Rainier touches my arm.

I force a smile to conceal my worry. “You’re right. I think I might have put in too much peanut butter.”