Filthy Scrooge

“All I could think about was you up here in that damn suit. My hormones have made me a filthy Santa luster.”

I laughed into her ear. “You’ve been a filthy Santa luster since the first day you walked into my office.”

She rubbed her ass against my straining dick. “There’s probably something wrong with me. I don’t really care.” She lifted a hand to my dark beard. “I kinda wish you’d had the white beard on already.”

“Now that’s wrong.” I tucked two fingers into her pussy with a groan. Soaked didn’t even cover it. She’d been halfway across the finish line before she’d even walked through my damn door.

“Yeah, I know. God, no one touches me like you do.”

“Damn fucking right they don’t.”

She turned her face and rubbed her cheek against my jaw. “My possessive husband.”

I tugged down her panties and dragged the head of my cock through all that perfect silky wetness. I slowly inched inside of her, then brought my hand up to cage her throat. I dragged her head back until I could drag my teeth along her earlobe. “I’ll show you possessive.”

“God, yes.”

I felt her swallow under my fingertips. The love and trust she showed me still felt huge each time. I’d learned to give her everything—even this harsher side of me. And the last month she’d craved even more. Pushed me for more.

I drove in the last few inches and held her there as our bodies acclimated. Her softness to my hard, her heat to my need—the sweet perfection of this first moment before we lost ourselves to the passion that never ebbed.

“Linc.” Her voice quivered and her nails dug into my thigh. “Please, I need…”

“I know, babe.” We lined up as if we’d been made for each other. I drew out of her slowly and my chest and gut clenched at the soft mewl she made. I snapped my hips forward and she cried out my name.

Her whole body shuddered and I gritted my teeth against going with her. I could have. Some nights, it was all I could do to keep up with her needs. But here and now, I was with her all the way.

I turned my arm around and found her slick clit. My cock powered into her and she grabbed my wrist.

I held onto her neck with my other hand. Just a little more pressure. “I love when you cum around my cock.” I hissed. “So fucking tight around me.”

She whimpered.

“Let go, Kay.” I always had to let her know it was okay. This time, she tangled her fingers with mine between her legs and I almost lost it. The smooth pads of her fingers rubbed just right along my shaft and I burned faster than I’d meant to.

Her walls pulsed around me, drawing me deeper inside her. My hand slid from her throat to her breast, tugging at the sensitive tip to guarantee she went over.

Sweet Jesus, I was going to come already.

“Don’t make me wait, Linc. Please.”

I lifted one of her knees onto my desk and the angle was all that she needed. She slapped the desk, and the little Christmas tree on my desk shuddered. “Harder. I’m not going to break, goddammit.”

My spine heated and I grabbed her hips to fuck her the way she needed. The way I needed. The little bells on the tree rang out with our frenzied pace. She pushed back against me with every stroke until her thigh trembled and I heard the anguished cry I’d been looking for. I coasted up her waist and cupped the little bump of her belly holding our child safe and emptied myself into her.

When my brain unscrambled and my lungs recovered, I dropped onto the leather chair behind me. I dragged my wife onto my lap and looped my arms around her. My Santa suit trousers were around my damn ankles and my shirt was bunched up. On the upside, my wife’s naked back was plastered against my belly, and her superior ass filled my lap.

She melted against me and brought my hands up to cover our son before lacing our fingers together with a sweet sigh.

We’d just found out the week before and she’d already started attacking the nursery with blue and gray paint. I got to do the parts that required a ladder, otherwise she relegated me to building the furniture. I was more than okay with that.

I tried to buy my way into a nursery set—signed, sealed, and delivered by people who knew how to build the damn things without a twenty-page diagram. That had been a mistake. A huge one. My ears had only recently recovered from that tirade.

Good thing I loved her because she was a terror when she didn’t get her way.

“I needed that.”

I tucked my chin into the warm, cinnamon-scented crook of her neck. “That’s what you said this morning too.”