Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“Maybe I can help you out with that?” I nod toward his erection.

“It is on the top of my Christmas Wishlist.”

I giggle and palm his base, squeezing him lightly. He twitches in my hand. I start a slow, firm stroke I learned he preferred. Our lips press together, and our tongues dance as he slowly backs me into the en suite.

“Can I fuck your tits?” he rasps.

“You are kinky, Doctor.” I release him and cup my breasts, pushing them together.

“Is that a yes?”

I lean back, resting my head against the mirror. “Slip between my breasts and find out.” His eyes darken, and he thrusts upward. I stick out my tongue, caressing his dripping head as he moves.

“Shit. You’re so fucking sexy, Faye.” His eyes burn into mine.

I spit to add more lubrication. He swells, growing impossibly stiff. My core drips in response. Knowing I affect him like this is intoxicating.

“Are you going to come for me, James? Paint me all white?”

He grunts, moving faster. His body tenses. “I’m going to—”

“Yes.”

Hot liquid coats my skin. The sight of his white droplets coating my skin has me clenching my pussy.

“Since I got you dirty, it’s only fair I clean you up.” Helping me stand, he kisses me on the forehead. There’s so much sincerity and care in everything he does. It highlights what I missed with James. Gifts were great, but this was priceless. After starting the shower, he rubs my thickening hip. “I’ll step in first. I don’t want you to slip.”

I start to protest and let the words die on my tongue. If James wants to be sweet to me, I’m not going to stop him. I’ll hold the kind words and care close on those lonely nights when it’s all I can do to make it to my bed to collapse. Those days could be a lot less lonely if we keep up this bargain.

Stepping into the shower stall, he holds out his hand. I take it, getting in. It’s only the steam and hot water weakening my knees.

“YOU THINK YOU’RE HILARIOUS, don’t you?”

The voice ruins my good mood. “What are you doing here?” I turn to face him with Monty in my arms.

“Waiting.” Preston looks over at the car where James gathers the extra supplies he had lying around and gifted for Monty’s use. “Are you serious? You hooked up with the guy from the drugstore?” He sneers. “If you’re trying to make me jealous, it isn’t working.”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Preston.” I roll my eyes and fish out my keys to unlock the front door.

“You made me look like a fool in front of your family.”

“No, you did that yourself. Maybe this will be a lesson about not forcing yourself into places where you aren’t invited.”

His lips thin into a line, and the color fades from his face. “They were happy to see me and wondering where you were.”

“They have my number.” I won’t let him use my family against me.

“They’re worried about you, just like I am. Neither of us understands what you’re trying to prove.”

I shake my head. “Nothing. This is about doing what I feel is right for my child and me. You’re the one turning it into a stressful process.”

“I don’t get dismissed by nurses who come from nothing. You will not make me.” He reaches for my wrist. I back into the corner, wedging myself between the door and the wall. His hand is stopped by James.

“Is there a problem?” James moves in front of me, forcing Preston back. They’re evenly matched in size, but James has a dangerous edge Preston couldn’t pull off on his best day.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Preston says. “I’ve never seen you a day in my life, and you’re pulling up with my—”

“Nothing.”