He laughs against my breast, and it sends a shiver of pleasure through me. In a quick movement, he turns me over and presses my chest against the arm of the love seat. He yanks my ass into the air.
“What are you—”
The ripping sound has me turning my head to gape at him. But he’s not looking at me. He stares at the hole he’s torn in my pants, then pushes my panties to the side and lowers his head. When his tongue hits my folds, I exhale on an “oh.”
“Stretch your tree to the heavens!” Candace’s over-enthusiastic voice filters through the wall.
He doesn’t stop. He explores me, tasting me deeply before running his tongue to my clit and flicking it.
Something about the way he tore open my pants turns me on more than it should, and I’m already panting and rocking my hips against his tongue. He eases two fingers into me, and I ride them.
“Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants if you keep this up.”
“Fuck me.” I can’t think about anything except him, his tongue, his cock. I want it all. “Please.”
“Fucking hell, woman.” He gets onto his knees behind me, and then I feel his head push against my wet entrance.
I push myself up on the arm of the sofa, almost planking as he eases into me with steady strokes. Once he’s all the way in, I start rocking back onto him. Before long, his skin is slapping into mine as we work together, both of us chasing our orgasms.
He grips my shoulder and pulls me up to him. Pistoning up into me, he reaches around and begins strumming my clit. I lose my rhythm as my legs begin to tremble and my hips seize.
“I’m there. I’m, I—”
He claps his hand over my mouth as I explode around his cock. I moan into his palm as he surges into me. Each wave of pleasure washes over me until I’m utterly sated. He surges into me a few more times, then groans and buries himself deep. I feel his cock kicking inside me, each spurt setting off an aftershock of bliss.
When he’s done, he sits back on the couch and pulls me into his lap again. He kisses me, his lips warm and tender.
“Are you okay?” He wipes a few sweaty strands off my forehead.
“Better than okay.” I snuggle against him. “I think I’m in love.”
Epilogue
Olive
Next Christmas
I sneak down the stairs and through the kitchen. Hank is talking to customers, assuring them that this year’s batch of Christmas confections is even better than last year’s. I hover near the door and wait for the tinkling sound of the door closing.
Peeking through the crack of the door, I watch as Hank locks the door and then turns off the Candy sign. He grabs a washcloth and begins wiping down the main counter. Our counter.
“Elf number one, reporting for duty.” I walk into the dining area, wearing nothing but a Christmas apron and a pair of red heels.
He stops wiping the counter and gives me a full up and down look. “Why, Mrs. Winters, it appears you’re interested in a few more cooking lessons.”
“I’d certainly like to know how to spice things up, so yes.”
He crooks a finger at me, and I sway my hips over to him.
When I get to him, he whips me around and presses me against the counter. “I can show you a few things.”
“Like what?”
He runs his palms up my bare ass then down again, sliding between my thighs and pressing my legs apart. “Hm, could I interest you in a yule log?”
I snort as his belt buckle jingles and then I feel his cock head moving against my entrance.
“I’m not kidding, Mrs. Winters. This yule log is of the finest quality. Sure to make your season bright.” He pushes inside me, and I bite my lip as he slides his hands under my apron to grip my breasts.
“It certainly seems—” I move my hips against him. “—robust.”
He runs his teeth along my shoulder and bites down as he pulls out and shoves back inside me. I gasp as the fronts of my thighs slap against the glass side of the counter. He pinches my nipples and grinds against me, his cock hitting me in all the right places.
“It has to be robust. After all, I’m a candy maker. It’s my job to keep the sweets nice and filling.” He kisses to the back of my neck and maintains a steady rhythm.
I crane my head back and kiss him. “You don’t just make candy anymore, though.” I stare into his eyes as his brow crinkles in confusion.
“I don’t?”
“No.” I take his hand and press it to my stomach. “You make something a bit more long lasting.”
The confusion leaves his face and is replaced with surprise. He stills. “Are you saying? Do you mean…”
“You’re going to be a daddy.” I kiss him again, then push back against him. “Doesn’t mean you get to go easy on your duties around here.”