Christmas would never be my favorite time of year. While I enjoyed the season and the good it brought out in people, the sheer number of events, plans, and functions I was responsible for as a religious leader was daunting. There were days when I seriously weighed the choice of whether to go home to sleep or simply to camp out in my office. If it wasn’t for Harper enticing me at every turn, I doubt I’d have left the church at all that final week leading up to the holiday.
Two more days. I recited the words in my head over and over as I listened to the final practice of the choir. Just Christmas Eve and Christmas Day services left, and then I was off work for two weeks as I recovered from a grueling holiday season. Harper was even taking a break—the two of us heading to a warmer climate where she could wear very little clothing, I could let my beard grow in as much as I wanted, and we could be like any other couple on the beach.
Two more days.
As the choir moved into a haunting version of “Mary, Did You Know,” I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the very last pew. Lola Perez sat in the shadows, her head bowed in what I assumed was prayer. I moved toward her out of instinct, curious as to why she’d shown up tonight of all nights. Before I could reach her, though, Officer Connor Nash slipped into the church behind Lola. He watched her for a few seconds, his body still and his face concerned, and then he moved to sit beside her. Something in the way she reacted, in how her body moved toward his, indicated a familiarity or friendship there I hadn’t been aware of. One I didn’t feel comfortable interrupting.
A moment later, Lola and Connor became the furthest things from my mind. Harper had arrived, sneaking into the church from the side door closest to my office. I reacted immediately, zeroing in on her. Rushing to greet her. She was a sight for sore eyes, and I couldn’t wait to breathe in her lilac scent. The one that grounded me. That turned me on as well.
Too bad we were in the church.
Harper greeted me with a smile, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hall toward my office without uttering a word.
“What’s this, doll?”
She shrugged, the heavy, dark coat she wore pulling tight across her shoulders. “You have thirty minutes before the council starts arriving for their Christmas dinner and meeting.”
“Don’t remind me,” I said as she pulled me into my office and turned to shut the door behind us. “Are you joining me at the dinner? You know you’re invited.”
“Hell no, I’m not joining you.” She grinned, pushing me to sit on the couch along the wall as her hands moved to the zipper of her coat. Her face was flushed, those blue eyes of hers sparkling in the overhead light. “At least not for dinner.”
The expression on her face, the sensual way she moved as she stripped off the heavy overcoat—my doll was ready to play. As tired as I was, as frustrated and stressed, I was all in on her plan. Especially when she dropped the coat to the floor and revealed the most sinful Santa-type costume I’d ever seen.
“Are you my present?” I asked as I reached for her. Harper came willingly, holding a small red velvet bag with fur trim. Her nipples showed through the lace fabric of the bra she wore, the balls of the barbells pierced through her flesh obvious. The matching panties sat low on her hips, the slip of fabric disappearing between her soft thighs. I wanted to follow that fabric with my tongue, to have her sit on my face and let her take her pleasure from me. But this was Harper’s show, so I sat back and waited instead. Watching. Staring as she lifted one leg and set her foot beside my hip.
“I like the shoes,” I murmured, running my hand up the white stockings with sparkly things along the side. She tilted her leg, giving me a good view of the bright red heel with silent silver bells hanging from the front. Wait…was that mistletoe?
“I thought you might. You know the legend about mistletoe, don’t you?”
I flicked the edge of the green leaf tucked under the bell. “You have to kiss underneath it.”
“That’s your rule. At Sin, we take things a little further.” She leaned closer, her hips almost directly in front of my face. Naughty little elf.
“Are you feeling needy, doll?” I ran my hand up her thigh, wrapping my fingers around the edge of her panties and tugging them to the side. “I can help you out with that, you know.”
“I do know.” She crawled into my lap, one leg on either side of me. Straddling my hips and rubbing her pussy over my cock, which was straining to be let free from my khakis.
Flat front—Harper made me burn the pleated ones.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, rubbing hard. Kneading it as she reached between us to unfasten my pants. In seconds, the tan fabric was halfway down my thighs, and Harper was back to rubbing herself over my cock. Teasing me. Teasing both of us.
“Let me taste you,” I murmured as I moved to bite down on her bottom lip. She jerked and sighed, rocking harder, grabbing one of my hands to pull it around her back.
“Not tonight.”
I froze, staring up at her. “Are you seriously turning me down?”
She grinned and leaned down to kiss me, tugging my hand behind her again. “You can lick my pussy later. We got in new toys today.”
Fuck and yes. Harper, being a good businesswoman, spent a lot of time trying out the various sex toys companies sent her. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, beads…you name it, she’d tried it. Or should I say, we’d tried it. Friday night had officially become our research and development evening, and it was by far my favorite night of the week.
“What did you bring me? A new vibrator? No, that glass dildo you’ve been eyeing in the catalog on the kitchen counter.” I frowned when she shook her head. “What is it, then?”
She tugged my hand again, pulling it between her ass cheeks. I caught the edge of the plug with my fingertip, knocking it, making her shiver. Holy shit, was it…vibrating?
“Do I get to see?” I asked, tapping the hard circle to tease her a little more. Yes, definitely vibrating. Harper nodded and crawled off me, moving to stand against my desk across the room. She tugged her panties down her legs, keeping her eyes on mine before turning around. Back to me, hands planted on the desktop, she spread her legs and shot me the most evil grin over her shoulder. And then she bent at the waist.
“I thought the red stone at the base was a nice touch. Very festive. What do you think?”
I was up and on her before I could breathe. Fuck…there was a glittering gemstone hidden away back there. The princess plug only added to the hotness that was Harper’s amazing ass. If it was the one I assumed it was—the one she’d been talking about for the last month—it had a remote control to turn on and off a vibrating core, the pulsing claiming to increase sensation when used during sex. For both of us.
It was time to find out.
“Bend over,” I demanded, pushing her shoulders down with one hand as my other grasped the base of my cock. Harper complied, though I knew I’d catch shit later for ordering her around. That was fine. I deserved it, but she couldn’t really blame me when she showed up ready to live out her double-penetration fantasy with me. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”
She nodded, grabbing the edge of the desk as she pressed back against me. “I didn’t want to wait. I tried…but the videos for this thing were so fucking hot.”
Of course they were. Fuck, the idea of Harper sitting at home, watching videos of people playing with their plugs, her fingers probably buried deep inside her…that was all I needed. I thrust inside slowly, giving both of us time to adjust to the new sensations. And they were new. The vibration added a layer of feeling to her pussy that I’d never experienced, and if her moaning was any indication, the little plug was definitely adding to her pleasure as well as mine. Which was just what we’d hoped for with this particular toy. Harper always felt amazing, and our sex life was filled with adventure and satisfaction, but this was…
“Holy fuck, that vibrator feels so good.” She grappled against the desktop, rising up on the balls of her feet to meet my thrusts. Pushing back into me and forcing my cock deeper. “Oh God. I’m going to come so fast.”
“Thank fuck for that.” I hissed, pushing harder. The plug put pressure on my cock, tightening everything around me. And the tickle of sensation from the vibrator had me pumping into her with rough, frenzied thrusts. Nothing had ever felt this good. I hadn’t thought sex with Harper could get better. I’d been wrong.
It took a grand total of about three minutes for Harper to clench down on me, her pussy positively dripping with her release. Face down, mouth pressed against the desktop, she trembled hard as she milked my cock for everything it was worth. I followed right after her, grunting through my own orgasm, laying my body down over hers for more contact. More skin. More of her. More of us together.
I would never get enough.
“This is so coming with us to Jamaica,” I said as I finally pulled out of her. Harper dropped a small remote control I hadn’t even noticed on my desk, the subtle sound of the vibrator disappearing.
Harper groaned and rolled over, her hair a cloud around her head. “After coming like that, I just might take it everywhere.”
I laughed and picked her up, carrying her over to the couch and sitting down with her in my lap. She cuddled close, kissing across the front of my shirt before tucking her head into the crook of my neck.
“Happy Christmas Eve Eve,” she said, chuckling.
“That was probably the best gift I’ve ever received.” I kissed the top of her head and pulled her tighter. “Two more days.”
“Two more days.” She sighed, gripping my arms. “Then it’s two weeks on a beach—”
“With you in bikinis every day.”
“With me in bikinis every day. And then…” She grinned up at me, looking almost shy about her excitement.
At least she wasn’t scared anymore. “And then we come back and move in to the apartment over the store.”
“Yeah.” Her eyes stayed locked on mine, her smile growing. “You’ll be mine every night.”
I didn’t want to tell her I already was because she’d simply point out it wasn’t the same. Moving in together had been a big step for her, a big commitment for the two of us. Not big enough for me. There was a ring hidden in my dresser that proclaimed that fact loudly. But Harper wasn’t ready for that, so we’d move in together. And we’d go at her pace for a while. But someday, she’d be all mine. Legally.
I just had to have faith.
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