Frosting Her Christmas Cookies - Alina Jacobs Page 0,69
to my bar, but that seems trite.”
“Compared to this?” I gestured.
“You need some Christmas cheer and some Christmas food.”
I couldn’t tell what any of the dishes on the menu were. They were all named after Christmas items.
“They should give you dice so you can just guess,” he said after a moment. “I really want a steak.”
“They have elf steak,” I told him.
“That sounds cannibalistic.”
“Do you still hate me?” Jonathan asked. His hand rested on my waist right where it curved to my ass as he guided me into his condo.
“After you took me to a Christmas restaurant, and I had to eat something called reindeer in a blanket?”
“Hey, I had to eat elf steak, which was basically just a piece of marzipan!”
“You ate that thing like a champ!” I rubbed his bicep.
Jonathan laughed then kissed me. “Remember when I told you hate sex can be the best sex?”
“Was that your whole motive in all of this?”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
He was bearing down on me, too close for my comfort, looking at me like he was a predator waiting to strike.
Did I want him to? I didn’t know the answer to that. Or maybe I was just afraid of the answer to that.
He didn’t wait much longer before he was on me. His lips were heavy on mine, his kiss so intense and powerful. Jonathan was a domineering man, one who knew what he wanted.
And that was me.
He sensed my anxiety. Maybe he savored it. Maybe I could be more generous and say that he wanted to calm me down. Getting me all hot and bothered like this, though, felt like the damn antithesis of calming me down.
“I need to show you what awaits you if you open yourself up to me, Morticia.”
He slid his hands down my body, making my skin tingle. His fingers trailed down my dress, nudging my bra, making my tits perk up even through layers of fabric. He wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me onto the kitchen island, leaving my feet dangling.
I should have been pushing him off. He was supposed to be in the compromising position, not me.
But he was reading my mind. Or maybe he knew me better than I knew myself.
Whatever it was, he flashed me a smile and slid down my body, making me lean against the wall. He went lower still, spreading my legs.
“Mind telling me what you’re doing?” I asked, incredibly curious as to what was in that twisted mind of his.
“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”
He hiked my dress up. I could feel the cold marble of the counter below me against my flesh, but it was quickly warming. Jonathan’s hand finally reached between my legs, and I gasped as he pressed it to my pussy.
“Already hot. Already wet. Tell me, Morticia, have you been having sinful thoughts about me?”
I didn’t dignify his question with a response. But my silence didn’t stop him. He rubbed me through the thin, lacy fabric, making me gasp. The electricity of his touch felt undeniably good. It had been so long since I had felt something like this.
He kept on the pressure, forcing a moan out of me, making me shudder for him. His touch was experienced, knowledgeable. But that was hardly enough. He wanted to do more than just give me a dry rub. Oh no, there was so much more than that.
His fist balled around the waistband of my panties, and he yanked them down, ripping them.
Jonathan grinned and stopped what he was doing just to gaze at my panties. “Black lace. I shouldn’t have expected anything different, though I was hoping you’d choose a little Christmas number—you know, in the spirit of the season and since I’m about to come down your chimney.”
“I can’t believe you ripped those,” I gasped. “Those are expensive.”
He silenced me with a hard kiss. “I’ll buy you new ones, sexier ones, with dancing snowmen.” He threw the ripped panties into a nearby trash can. Then he smiled as he dropped to his knees and made his intentions suddenly oh so very clear.
“I thought you said you were coming down my chimney.”
“Mmhm,” he said, voice slightly muffled. “Think of this as the one present you open on Christmas Eve. It’s a preview. Besides, I told you I wanted you begging for my cock. You can’t open the biggest package under the tree first, you know.”
Under my skirt, he went straight for another kiss, this one far more obscene than the one before it.