the cat. But his muscles remained tense, his senses on alert, so he turned back to the monitor and set it to low power again.
When he was about to rise from the desk chair, an almost imperceptible sound caught his attention. He turned and saw Yasmine standing in the living room doorway squinting in the soft light, her long hair tousled, falling over her shoulders and breasts.
The fear of nearly getting caught shot through him, seized his chest, sent his brain scrambling for an explanation of his late-night visit to her computer desk. It occurred to him now how horrified he was at the thought of Yasmine finding out the truth about his deception. He didn’t want her to know, regardless of her guilt or innocence. He didn’t want her to hate him.
She was still naked, and if it weren’t for the cold spike of adrenaline that now had him on edge, he would have gotten hard at the sight of her. Shielding her eyes from twinkling lights on the tree with one hand, she frowned at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “I heard a noise and thought Santa had come.”
He forced himself to breathe. “I’m kind of an insomniac. Couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get up and check the news on the Internet.”
A slow smile spread across her lips as she closed the distance between them. “I thought I’d properly tired you out tonight.”
Alex stood and took her in his arms, relaxed into the warmth of her body. Thank God she’d bought his story.
“Mmm.” He dipped his head down and kissed her. “I may need a little more exercise before I’ll be ready to sleep.”
“Exercise? Is that what we’re calling it now?” she asked, and then she placed a kiss on his neck that he felt all the way to his groin.
“Call it what you want,” he said. “Whatever it is, it’s addictive.”
The swiveling computer chair was behind him now, and she molded her body tighter to his. He brushed her hair back off her shoulders to give him unobstructed access to her breasts, and his cock went hard, while his balls tightened.
“Do you think Santa will still come if we’re awake and…exercising?”
He silenced her with a long, hungry kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, overwhelming any doubts she might have had about his intentions. She was what he wanted more than air, more than food, more than water. She had to know that by now—and yet she was the last thing he should have wanted.
“I guess you could say Santa’s already here and about to give you his own special kind of holiday cheer.”
“Ohh, bad Santa,” she purred. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got for me.”
“It’s something every girl can use,” he said as he urged her toward the bedroom.
But she held her ground. “No, let’s do it here,” she said.
“On the desk?”
“It’s sturdy.” She tugged him toward the side of the desk, pushed aside a stack of papers and sat, while he grabbed a condom from the stash they’d left on the coffee table earlier.
Alex wedged himself between her bare legs as she tugged down his boxers. Then he slid on the condom. His attention, torn between his guilt over snooping on her computer and Yasmine’s irresistible body, found its focus where their bodies met and generated maximum heat.
Alex pinned her on the desk, pressing his body into her, finding the point of least resistance and sliding in. She had such a sweet, hot pussy, and an incomprehensible ache built inside him as he began moving inside her, probing as deep as he could go, then withdrawing and probing again.
He rested his weight on his elbows and looked into her eyes, wanting to see what was really there. Some hint of the truth about Yasmine. But all he saw was their dark depths. She was, as always, secret, hidden away, unfathomable except when it came to her sexual desires.
And then he saw something else. She looked at him with such vulnerability, it transformed her into a girl instead of a woman.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
He stilled. “You tell me.”
She tightened herself around him. “You just seem kind of intense right now.”
“This…” he said, easing deeper into her. “What we’ve been doing…it’s getting intense.”
No other way to describe the crazy, hot, burning, aching need that kept pushing them into each other’s arms. It was intense like nothing else he’d ever known.
9
YASMINE PEERED out the kitchen window at the gray Christmas morning while she heated