Deck the Halls

SAM

No one would ever hold a candle to Evangeline Marie Beckett. Front, rear, it didn’t matter. I’d never seen a woman more exquisite.

Right now, Evie was on her knees, torso draped over the side of the tub, moaning and whimpering as I rocked my erection into her from a standing position. I watched in admiration as one of her fists folded around the edge of the porcelain.

Her ass hovered just above the water, frosted in droplets and suds like the finest piece of vanilla cake. The constant rubbing of my hands up and down her silky skin as I fucked her only made that much more froth appear.

The candlelight dancing over her sudsy spine and the slow, sensual bass pumping from the iHome on the vanity across the way created such a sexy atmosphere that I had to fight to avoid a premature finish.

Her position on her knees only amplified her hourglass shape, and my hands couldn’t stop tracing the roller coaster ride of those curves.

My fingers—fully coated in soap at this point—slipped around her torso to palm her tits. Though I couldn’t see them, I could only imagine them lathered up to the perfect little buds in their centers.

Skating my touch back to her hips, I gazed at the messy bun keeping her long hair out of the tub. Then suddenly, I spotted the tiny black outline of a rose tattooed on the back of her neck. How had I never seen that one before?

I loved her ink. Hell, even the one stamped between the two sexy little dimples on her lower back. Even though I knew she’d gotten it for her ex, all I could feel when I looked at it was a twisted sense of victory.

She was ~my~ angel now. And if I had my way, she always would be.

The only thing that would make this moment more perfect would be her little vibrator, but unfortunately, she’d forgotten it at her place. I’d have to get an extra to keep here—or hell, maybe even a third to keep in her purse if we felt like getting frisky elsewhere.

I knew she was circling her free fingers on her clit because I could occasionally feel them on the base of my arousal. But I had bath gel all over my hands, so it was probably better for her to take care of herself in that way for now.

Besides, I would bet the raunchy little woman loved the feeling of the soap on my palms as much as I did. Who knew it would be this fun to get so dirty and so clean at the same time?

“Fuck me harder, Vázquez,” she commanded.

“If I go any harder, I’m gonna cum,” I grunted.

“It’s okay,” she moaned. “Please, baby.”

My fingertips curled into her waistline, slipping and sliding with every thrust as I gained speed.

Water sloshed around my thighs, and the clapping of her damp ass on my hips smothered the R&B music, but the moans it forced from Evie were worth it.

A rapid tsunami of her orgasmic screams echoed around us, and her walls clenched around my shaft as she doused each inch of my cock in liquid lust. I held myself there for an extra moment, drowning in the deepest parts of her pussy.

Then, the sound of her getting off on my dick wrenched forth every drop of cum my balls could rally. I groaned, continued thrusting, and filled her soaking wet center to the brim.

As our harmonized pleasure quieted, I reclaimed myself. Evie caved back downward, sitting cross-legged in the lukewarm water.

Still standing, I cupped my hands, collecting what water I could to rinse the suds from her shoulders and back. Then I sat back down myself and pulled her back against my chest in the same position we’d held before our lengthy bit of fun.

Capturing her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I turned her head enough to plant an affectionate kiss on her lips.

“Evie?” I asked carefully. “Can we talk?”

She nodded. It seemed she could sense that what was about to roll off my tongue was more serious than my usual sex joke.

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with you staying at your apartment alone while Doctor Dickwad is out burning down buildings and holding a grudge. Maybe it’d be better if you stayed here for a while?”

She opened her mouth, but before she could accuse me of anything, I nipped it in the bud. “I’m not jealous. I just want you to be safe.”

She furrowed her brows. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t be offering.”

She nodded and let out a whisper. “Okay.”

It was already three in the morning. I needed to wake up first thing tomorrow—or rather, today—and call a hundred employees before they showed up at their destroyed office.

And yet, the thought of Evie staying here brought me so much joy that I wanted to stay up between her thighs for another two hours.

I placed another slow kiss on her lips, my heartstrings twinging in all kinds of ways. I didn’t know what the future had in store for us, but for now, living in the moment was enough for me.

***

The next morning, I sat on my black leather sofa, bent over my coffee table and dragging my finger down the list of all of my employees. I was about halfway through my calls.

Half the people I’d talked to had already seen the story of the fire all over the news. All of them had expressed shock and sympathy and said they would have no problem working remotely for as long as it took to get the office back on its feet.

Crossing off one name after another, I barely noticed when Evie emerged from the bedroom. I only glanced up when I heard the jingle of her keys.

She wore a pair of light-blue jeans she’d collected before she came over yesterday, which hugged her hips perfectly, paired with a sky-blue button-up blouse.

“Heading out?” I asked, rising from the cushions.

“Yeah. Are you sure you’re okay with me taking the morning off to have breakfast with my parents?” She pursed her lips. “I feel like a bad secretary, leaving you to make all these phone calls on your own.”

“It’s better that I talk to everyone personally,” I explained. “And there’s nothing else for you to do till our IT guy can get into the office to get the remote interface set up. Don’t worry; we’ll both have plenty of work soon enough.”

I offered her a quick peck on the lips before turning back to my list.

“Let me know if you change your mind and need anything,” Evie said. Our hands slipped apart as she spun for the hall.

“I will,” I said, distracted by trying to remember where I’d left off. “Love you.”

Evie halted, twisting toward me like she’d seen a ghost, forcing me to replay my memory and realize what just slipped past my teeth.

~Oh, fuck.~

Did I really just say that? And did I ~really~ just say it all nonchalantly, like it ~wasn’t~ the first fucking time? Not even romantically, but like a husband saying it to his goddamn wife before a day of work?

Christ, kill me now.

I changed the subject. “Uh…well, tell your parents I said hi.”

“I will,” she muttered.

Then she whirled toward the exit, decking the halls with apprehension on her way out.

I plopped on the couch after I heard the entry door close. My hand flew to my forehead, my thumb and index finger harshly pressing into my temples.

“Fuck.”