The Christmas Playbook (Shadow Valley U)

Chapter 13 I drop her legs and relish the feel of her body sliding down mine. Once she has her footing, I spin to face her. I step forward, and she goes back. Her eyes sparkle, a mirth that's been missing lighting up her expression. Fuck, she's pretty. The attraction buzzing is insane, an electrical storm crackling between us. She unzips her jacket and lets it fall to the floor. I mirror her movements, prowling forward. Those blue eyes of hers widen when she bumps into Santa's workshop. Without warning, I grasp her hips and lift her onto it.

Part of me wants to go caveman on her, to rip her pants off and thrust into her until we're both gasping for air. I want to feel her climax around me, her breathy moans in my ear while her nails rake down my back. The other, saner, part of my brain recognizes that we're still very much in public. Daring escape from my friends and her family aside, anyone could walk in and ruin the moment. So...we better make use of the time we have. Mira removes her shirt and chucks it at my face. I barely manage to catch it, lowering the fabric to stare at her.

"We're in public." She hooks her fingers through my belt loops and yanks me closer. My dick leaps to attention. "Kiss me." She tips her head back, her heavy-lidded gaze locked on my lips. "Right now." Fuck. I can't resist that siren call. I step even closer and lean down, cupping her jaw with my palm. Her breath exhales in a whoosh, and then my lips are on hers. I want time to examine her tits, to peel her bra off and fasten my mouth on her nipple. I want to be skin to skin, but we'll have to settle for this. "Not enough," she whispers against my lips.

My dick is at attention, straining my zipper. I'm going to have imprints for days at this rate, since I seem to be constantly hard around her. How does she do that? She seems to be done waiting for me. With strength that catches me off guard, she grips my hips and turns us so it's me leaning on the workshop bench. And then she's on her knees. "Holy bells," I whisper. She shakes her head. "Now's not the time for puns." With ease, she pops the button of my jeans and tugs the fabric down.

My boxers go with them, and the sweet relief of my cock finally out in the open is almost enough to make me groan. But I am nothing if not restrained, so I stay silent. I soak in the image of her in the shadows, the press of her fingertips into my thighs. Her tongue flicks out, licking her lower lip. Then, she descends. I make a noise. I can't help it. One of her hands comes up, under my shirt, and her fucking claw-nails dig into my abdomen. A warning to be quiet, perhaps? I get it, I get it. But Mira takes more of me in her mouth, her tongue swirling, and then she sucks.

Her cheeks hollow, and I see freaking stars. Way too soon-damn it, my reputation is going down the drain with this girl-my balls tighten, and I can't stop myself. I tangle my fingers in her hair, taking control of her motions. My hips move, and she hums. Or moans. Either way, the vibrations travel down my shaft, through my balls, and zip up my spine. "I'm gonna come," I warn. I force my hand away from the back of her head. I expect her to withdraw, but she just doubles down. Her palm cups my balls. Shit. "Really gonna⁠-" She flicks her tongue, and I lose it.

I hunch forward, groaning as I come in her mouth. This will take the edge off, at least. When she withdraws, I cup her elbows and help her back to her feet. She wipes her mouth and offers me a smile. It's the smile of a temptress. A seductress. "Now I really don't give a shit that we're in public." I lean down and drag her closer. I cover her mouth with my lips. When she parts hers, I taste myself mixed with her saliva. A strange combination, but one I'm not against. For more chapters visit FindNovel.net I pop the button on her jeans and slide my hand down.

Under her panties, into her hot arousal. She lets out a breath and shifts. She widens her stance, and I push a finger inside her. Her muscles grip my digit, but I withdraw and retreat to her clit. A cheer goes up from outside, startling us both. I glance over my shoulder at the window, but it's still dark. "Focus," she grits out. "Yes, ma'am," I whisper. I kiss her cheek then drag my lips down to her jaw, to her soft neck. My body hums when I make contact with her throat, kissing and licking and sucking. Let her try to hide this evidence of us, huh?

Her hips rock, guiding me subtly in the right direction. She's just about there when, suddenly, it's like the whole room has illuminated. Instinctively, I drag my hand away and pull her down. We both duck, frozen, until it dawns on me that the lights in the room didn't just come on... It's the tree lighting. The tree that's directly outside one of the windows. Which means the crowd, now very visible out the other one, can most likely see straight in here. "Shit," Mira hisses. "My shirt⁠-" "I got it." I reach back and snag it then help her into it.

I shove my dick back in my pants and button up while she does the same. We're still crouched in the shadows, but I wouldn't be surprised if, at any minute, someone opened the door and started up the workshop for the kids. Or adults. Santa doesn't discriminate. When I look from the door back to Mira, she's staring at the tree with a sad expression. "What is it?" She exhales. "We missed it." I shake my head slowly. "Nah, Frostbite. I think we got the best seat in the house." Her expression flickers, and her gaze comes back to me. "Come on." I hold out my hand.

"Let's make a run for it so we can finally finish what we started."