A Billionaire for Christmas

Just a dizzying moment of passion and happiness. Totally organic.

But there’s also a moment of vulnerability here.

I am spread out before him and his gaze wanders over my body as he continues to finger my pussy, and I feel… exposed.

But not in a bad way.

No. In the best way.

I want him to see me. All of me. The way I want to see all of him.

I bite my lip as he backs off just enough to close my legs, pull my panties down, and then open them right back up. A moment later he’s bending down, his mouth open. And then…

“Ahhhhh, God.” I grip his hair as he licks me.

It’s a moment of pure bliss. Every time. I don’t care how often he eats me out like this, every single time his tongue flicks against my sweet spot, I die a little with ecstasy.

I don’t need to guide his head or give him pointers, but my fingers play with his hair and move his head around anyway. My hips begin to squirm as he pushes my legs up to my breasts, spreading me open.

I will not come like this.

I will not come like this.

I say it like a mantra. I want to save all the glory of my release up for when he enters me for real. When his hard, thick cock is fully inside me. Filling me up like nothing else in the world can.

But every time, I lose. His mouth is just that good. His lips are just that soft. His tongue is just that talented.

He laughs when my back bucks up off the desk. And then he’s encouraging me with words as he slips his fingers inside me.

I can’t help it.

I come.

But before I’m done, he’s inside me for real. Leaning over my body as he thrusts forward. I laugh and hug him tight against my body.

Then… a surprise. He lifts me up, grabs my ass and presses me to his hips, and carries me around the desk. I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him inside me, and then he sits on my large, soft, executive leather chair. The momentum sends the chair rolling backwards until it hits the wall of windows behind my desk. My knees settle on either side of his thighs and I begin to rock up and down as we press our foreheads into each other.

It’s the most perfect moment ever.

We fuck slowly. It’s a tender I-love-you lovemaking. Bathed in the glow of city lights and a soundtrack of happiness floating through my open office door from the party down below.

A duet of Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

But it’s not cold up here.

Up here… it’s nothing but hot.

I don’t fix my hair when we’re done and pulling ourselves back together. And neither does he. We are a tousled mess of afterglow.

It’s like we want them all to know what we did. Not that there’s any doubt in anyone’s mind at the party. They know.

I just want to make sure.

I want to show this man off to the entire fucking world and say, He’s mine!

Jesse is standing at the top of the escalator. He squeezes my hand as he looks down at the people below. Then he side-eyes me in that coy, I’m-Jesse-Boston way he has, and says, “You’re mine.”

Ha.

We don’t rush back down the escalator. We stand there like the king and queen of Bright Berry Beach. People notice us return. They notice with sly glances and whispered giggles behind hands over their mouths. But it’s a good-natured kind of attention.

There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that we are in love.

We separate then. Jesse heads off towards his brothers and their dates and I mingle a little, smiling and wishing our employees a happy holiday as I make my way over to my girls.

Hannah and Darrel are doing one of those corny, intertwined-arm champagne toasts. You know, the one where you loop your arm around his and then drink your bubbly as a team. They are sorta cute in their own nerdy way.

Mila and her husband, Diego, slow-dance like the married couple they are. They’ve been together for almost a dozen years now, so their secret office-desk trysts at the holiday party are probably behind them. But I remember when they used to sneak away for secret sexy times.

Natalie and her two dates. I don’t remember their names. She might not even have told me their names. Natalie is a woman who likes to keep her options open. But I’m sure, if she hasn’t fucked them both in some out-of-the-way empty office, she will before the night is over.

I linger at the punch bowl and just… enjoy our success.

Because that’s what this holiday party was always about. A way to bask in the glory of how we did it. We made it. We pulled ourselves up, and changed the future of our families. And yeah, there was a lot of hard work involved. But one night of every year we stop to say thanks and to celebrate with the people who decided to take this ride with us.