Frosting Her Christmas Cookies - Alina Jacobs Page 0,70

suckled my clit ever so briefly, causing me to cry out. His licks came in with force, pushing at my folds, making my pussy wet and achy for him.

He began to lap at me voraciously, his tongue pressing in, all while his finger rubbed my clit to put an exclamation point on everything that he did. Every little thing he did down there he did with purpose, and that purpose was making me cry out in bliss.

I gripped the edge of the counter as my back arched. He built the orgasm inside me higher, hotter, stronger. I was moaning for him, calling out for him. I was at his mercy, and when he demanded that I come for him, I wasn’t really able to refuse.

The intensity of it all—it had been much too long since I had come this hard. Jonathan just instinctively knew what made me tick, how to press my literal button in just the right way.

When the tidal wave of bliss finished washing over me, I was left panting and sweaty on top of the kitchen counter, and he was just standing there with the most infuriating shit-eating grin on his face.

Sugarplums, snowflakes, and candy canes danced in my vision, all eclipsed by the winter prince in front of me. Jonathan scooped me up in his arms, nuzzling me as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

As he took it off, I thought in a panic that it wouldn’t be enough to stave off the oncoming sleepiness now that Jonathan had made me good and relaxed. Where is my camera? I need to capture this for my art!

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When I turned back to Morticia, she was sound asleep. My dick was hard, and I had wanted her to ride the sleigh, so to speak. But now she was sprawled on my bed, fast asleep.

My phone beeped, and Morticia stirred. I ran to the

hallway and closed the door softly behind me.

Carl: Greg wants to know how the date was.

Jonathan: Made it to third base!

My phone rang.

“You aren’t supposed to be sleeping with her. You’re supposed to make her fall in love with you.” Greg was irritated on the other end of the line.

“I did. I am.”

“I’m doubtful.”

“These things take time,” I told him.

“Exactly,” Greg said. “You’re not supposed to sleep with her on the first date. That’s just a hookup.”

“What do you know about how to make a woman fall in love with you? You hurt my sister,” I snapped at Greg.

“That’s none of your business!” Greg shouted into the phone. I pulled it away from my ear. “Don’t argue with me about this,” Greg said, voice rough. “If you blow this, I’ll make sure you never do business in the city again.”

I paced around the living room after he hung up. Cindy Lou pranced after me. I hadn’t brought up the Hamilton Yards development that evening. Morticia was already suspicious. But I would have to find some way of broaching the subject eventually.

I went back to the bedroom, opened the door, and peeked back in. Morticia’s black hair was spread all around her, and she was breathing slowly. I wanted to curl up next to her, forget the development, and have a happily ever after.

None of this is real, I reminded myself. She doesn’t even like you. And if—scratch that, when—she finds out what kind of scam you’re running, she’s going to be furious.

But the noises she had made, the way she had clung to me, and how she had said my name when she came were addictive. I was obsessed. I was already planning our life together, the Christmases we would have, baking cookies and decorating with our kids.

Aaand this is why we don’t mix business with pleasure, I reminded myself.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. I didn’t trust myself to be that close to Morticia. I had tried sleeping in one of the various guest rooms, then the couch in my study, and finally in the living room.

When four a.m. rolled around, I gave up trying to sleep on the couch and went into my home gym to work out. That didn’t help at all. All I wanted was Morticia. It warred with my tenuous self-control and Greg’s instructions to make her fall in love me.

I checked on the baker. I had covered her with a blanket, and the fluffy gray cat had taken advantage of the opportunity to curl up neatly by