“Behave,” I whispered, even though I wanted nothing more than for him to stay pressed against my back.
He groaned, “I need your help with something.”
“What?”
“It’s in the other room.”
“I think it’s in your pants.”
“For now it is, yes.”
“You’re bad.”
“Come on. No one will miss us for five minutes.”
Before I could answer, Damien locked his fingers in with mine. When it seemed like no one was paying attention, he started to lead me into the bedroom. He locked the door behind us before backing me against the wall.
I closed my eyes as he showered my neck with kisses. Tugging on my shirt, he began to undo the buttons before taking it off.
“These pants have had me looking down all night.” He knelt to the floor. “They look so fucking good on you, but they’re snug as hell. Thank God your shirt was covering this.” He pointed to my crotch, which displayed a massive camel toe. Damien spread my legs and began to kiss me there.
“What are you doing?” I muttered.
“It’s Christmas. I’m kissing you under the camel toe.”
Shaking with laughter, I said, “I thought it was the mistletoe.”
“Not anymore.”
Pulling down my pants, Damien said, “Everyone’s talking and laughing out there, and all I could think about is burying my face in your pussy.”
When my pants were off, he did just that as I spread my legs apart. Still leaning my back against the wall, I dug my fingers into the back of his head as he continued to eat me out.
He came up for air. “Falalalala to me. You taste better than any Christmas treat.”
I laughed. “We have to get back out there.” Panting, I said, “I need to come.”
“Don’t come yet,” he growled.
Standing up, he flipped me around so that I was facing the wall.
“Come now,” he said as he entered me. It took me all of ten seconds to spasm around his cock at the exact moment he released inside of me.
“That was the very definition of a quickie,” I breathed out.
He was holding my hair back as he spoke against my neck, “That’s what happens when you work me up all night.”
“Go ahead of me. I need to use the bathroom.”
He pulled his pants up and went back out to the party.
After I emerged, Damien was leaning against a table in the corner casually sipping a beer as if our fucking in the next room hadn’t ever happened. Meanwhile, I felt like the word SEX was written all over my face in flashing Christmas lights.
When he noticed me from across the room, I think he could tell I was embarrassed. As I stood behind the counter preparing the dessert tray, he just continued to sip his beer with a smirk on his face as he looked at me. I randomly burst out into a laughing fit while Damien started to crack up from across the room.
No one else knew what the heck was going on. They were talking away amongst themselves. The dogs were playing with some of the ornaments that had fallen off of the tree. Damien and I, in the meantime, were in our own little world.
When we stopped laughing, he just continued to gaze at me from afar with a look that was a mixture of lust…and love. This truly was the best Christmas of my life.
I knew that Damien and I likely had some tough times ahead, but tonight—this moment in time where the two of us were oblivious to everything but each other—was perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LE NOMBRIL
Damien and I’d stayed up until the middle of the night cleaning up the mess from the party. It was worth it to be able to sleep in on Christmas morning.
I woke up to the amazing feeling of Damien’s hard dick sandwiched inside the crack of my ass. It was our own special version of spooning.
Damien spoke against my back. “Merry Christmas.”
I turned around. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Massaging my fingers through his hair, I admired his beautiful jawline but noticed the look of worry on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just thinking about stuff while you were sleeping. I was up a lot last night.”
“Like what?”
“I was thinking about the future.”
“What about it?”
“Promise you won’t get mad if I bring this up again?”
My heart sank a little. “I promise.”
“I was thinking about children again, and how much I don’t want to hold you back from having a child of your own. I know we’ve had this discussion, but I guess I still can’t wrap my head around your decision. Whenever I think about it, it makes me ill.”
Closing my eyes, I tried as best as I could to gather my thoughts on the matter so that I could explain myself. “Our need to procreate is a selfish one anyway, right? Why do we need to have children as long as there are children in the world who need good homes?”