A Very Bossy Christmas - Kayley Loring Page 0,35

that I’m covering with my hands. “Hi… Um. We’re very pleased to have you here at The Twinstar, Mr. Cannavale. I actually heard you singing at the bar last night, and I really enjoyed it. You have a really great voice.”

“Fantastic. Thanks.”

“Thank you for your help, Karen.” Maddie gives her a wide-eyed toothy grin. “That will be all.”

“Right.” Karen takes one last look at my big sexy hands over my big sexy junk before turning away and waving. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can—”

“Thank you, Karen!” Maddie and I both yell out at the same time.

Karen nods and says, “Happy holidays!” as she exits the room, shutting the door behind her.

Now I’m alone with the succubus. I woke up after noon, thinking last night might have been a dream. A really long, incredibly realistic, filthy sex dream. Because I woke up alone in my bed, with rumpled sheets and the heavenly scent of Maddie Cooper’s magical pussy all over them. Only I didn’t feel depleted. I felt energized. I felt happier than I’ve felt all year.

Which is why I was listening to the radio while I was in the shower. Which is why I was singing and dancing around to “Come and Get Your Love” while I was in the shower. And why I continued singing and dancing around to “Come and Get Your Love” after I had gotten out of the shower. Because I thought I was alone. And I was happy.

And now, this.

She’s fully dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a tight sweater, and it is very fitting that I am standing naked before her. Although, I feel less naked now than I did at certain times last night. And I’m not talking about how I was physically naked when I was coming in her mouth or when I was growling “You like that don’t you, dirty girl?” when I was balls deep or when I was literally fucking her sideways on the sofa. I’m talking about how good it felt to call her “babyyyy” when I was pressing myself inside her for the first time. I’m talking about how it felt like my heart might burst—not because I was fucking her like a raging bull but because she was stroking and kissing my face like she needed it as much as I did. I’m talking about all the times I had to hold my breath just to keep from blurting out “I love you” when I was coming, because it felt more like love than anything I’ve felt in years.

Maybe ever.

And I swear, she was kissing me harder and deeper, just to keep herself from saying it too.

But if she’s thinking about any of those things we did and said and didn’t say last night, she isn’t revealing it on her annoyingly fresh and smirky face right now.

She clears her throat. “Can I get you a towel?”

“I can get one myself, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to do it anytime soon?”

“Are you going to just stand there staring at me forever, or is there a particular reason you were trying to get ahold of me?”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all morning.”

I’m finally realizing I don’t even know where my phone is. The one person I’ve always wanted to call or text for the past two months was with me, so I didn’t give a shit where my phone was. Maddie looks around, sees my pants from last night on the floor, and pulls my phone out of one of the pockets.

“You’d better charge it,” she says, holding the phone out to me.

I don’t reach for it because I’m still covering my junk.

“Feeling shy this morning?” she coos. And then she spots the charger on my dresser and plugs it in for me without my asking.

“I’m feeling a number of things at the moment. Shy isn’t one of them.”

She meets my gaze through the reflection in the mirror above the dresser, sucking in her breath. She doesn’t say a thing.

So that’s how it’s gonna be.

I run both hands through my hair and go back to the bathroom to turn off the radio and towel myself off. Yeah, I made sure she was watching me in the mirror when I did it. No, I’m not expecting her to join me in here. Yes, we need to get into holiday family mode. Also yes, I have every intention of jingling her bells again later tonight.

When I stroll back out to get dressed, I’ve got