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  “You’re one lucky, girl, Boss,” Suzie, one of the younger chefs, beamed from where she was standing with a couple of junior helpers they’d employed for the festive season.

  “And why is that, Suzie?”

  “Well, I would’ve paid good money for such a Santa’s kiss. Damn, my toes curled in my shoes and I was only watching!”

  Avery could feel the blush bloom over her cheeks. She busied herself with decorating the salad platters with some greenery.

  “He was just being . . . well, he was too forward. That’s what,” she grunted.

  “But you enjoyed it! Come on. Be honest. How did it feel to be devoured by Santa?” Suzie bleated on.

  “Yes, little chef, do tell. How did it feel?”

  Avery spun around at the deep voice behind her.

  “Ah, fuck. Not another one!” She felt her cheeks heat up when he burst out laughing, realizing belatedly she’d blurted it out loud.

  “Hm. It seems you met my Santa friend.” He stalked closer. Avery skipped to the side in an attempt to avoid being crowded amidst her staff.

  It didn’t deter him and he followed her with a wicked smile.

  “No need to be so jumpy, little one. I only want to introduce myself to you.”

  “Well, you can do it from a distance. Stop!” She ordered with her hand held out in front of her.

  What is it with these damn big shots? Don’t they have any sense of decorum?

  “But that is just so boring, little one and besides, it’s Christmas. Don’t you have a boon to ask from Santa?”

  Avery didn’t miss the amused flicker in his amber colored eyes. He seemed alive, like he would be the one bringing a dead party to life.

  “Yes, I have one.”

  “Now, that’s more like it,” he said, lowering his voice as he stepped into her. Avery’s meager attempts to push him back was met by rippling muscles under her palms. He nuzzled her cheek. “I’m waiting, little one.”

  “Go away,” she whispered in his ear, and then couldn’t stop herself even though a little voice screamed a warning at her. She turned her head and bit into his earlobe—hard—and when he sucked in his breath, she gave it a soothing lick.

  “Now, you’ve done it,” he warned just before he palmed her cheeks and tilted her head back for a deep, lustful kiss. One intended to tease which quickly turned to instant arousal. Avery felt another flush of heat fill her loins adding to the already throbbing pressure that Stone Jenning had awakened.

  Holy shit! What the devil is going on?

  He pulled away, just a hairbreadth and whispered against her lips. “You are going to pay for that later. Just to be sure you know what to expect, I intent to fuck the living daylights out of you later. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk.”

  Avery was left to stare after him, the promise swirling inside her mind. She began to giggle, then burst into a stomach belching laugh. She curled forward with mirth that shook her body.

  One promises me I’m gonna purr and crawl to my car, the other that I won’t be able to walk.

  She noticed how her staff stared at her. They must think she was off her rocker. She fought back her laughter and cleared her throat.

  “Well, don’t just stand there. Get to work.”

  She watched them scurrying back to their stations.

  Avery took a deep breath and said sotto voce, “Let’s see how they make me purr or fuck me to kingdom come when I disappear while they’re handing out gifts.”

  But hot damn. What a way to enjoy Christmas eve. With not just one, but two searing Santa kisses.

  Chapter Three

  Avery should have known her best intentions don’t always materialize. She became so enraptured watching Stone Jenning and his partner Jaxon Lenox hand out gifts that by the time she remembered she wanted to slip away unseen, the two Santa’s had finished handing out the gifts and disappeared to change.

  She quickened her steps toward the kitchen, her mind swirling with the gentle smiles she’d seen on Stone’s lips as he allowed the little kids to climb on his lap. How patient he’d been with the smaller ones who were wary of him at first, until he’d won them over with his charismatic charm, turning them to his biggest fans.

  Her smile slipped. Stone Jenning’s attitude among those milling kids had shaken her to the core. It was the one thing she’d never believed him to be. Ready for, or even wanting, parenthood.

  “Jesse, are you ready with the desserts? The Santas are done handing out the gifts,” she asked as she walked into the kitchen.

  “All ready, Boss. The first dishes are on their way to the barn. Jacob and the boys will carry the sauces while the girls will prepare the beverage table. Contrary to what we thought, there are many who are asking for coffee, tea and your famous volcano hot chocolate.” He gestured toward the stove. “I’ve got everything ready for you.”

  “Hot chocolate,” she mumbled under her breath. She wanted to get off this farm. Sooner, rather than later. “Very well. One batch Jesse, and then I’m gone. If anyone wants seconds, you’ll have to jump in.”

  “One batch should do it.” He winked at her and started handing her the ingredients without her having to ask.

  “Hmm, you could’ve made this yourself, Jesse. You’ve watched me do it often enough,” she berated him as she stirred the thickening mixture of cacao and espresso—her secret ingredient— in the pot before she added some cream and shards of dark chocolate.

  “Nah, you’ve got the hottie touch. That’s something I couldn’t replicate, even if I tried,” he joked with a broad smile.

  Avery just shook her head. She dipped a spoon into the boiling mixture for a taste.

  “Mm, perfect. Don’t let it stand for too long, and remember to pour it over some thick cream at the base of the mug just before serving.”

  “Yep, to create the volcano effect. Not to worry. Everyone will drool over it.”

  “I’m off. I’ll see you all three days from now. Have a wonderful Christmas.”

  Jesse hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. He’d become like a younger brother to her over the years. An annoying one at times, which only endeared him more to Avery.

  “You too, Boss. I might pop in tomorrow sometime—with some gifts, if you’re home. And perhaps some turkey,” he hinted with a wink at her.

  “Of course. It’ll be lovely to have you.”

  Avery shrugged out of her chef’s jacket and dragged on her thick, padded overcoat. The temperature outside had dropped substantially since the sun had set.

  She rushed out the backdoor and weaved through the parked cars to find her sporty—yet practical for a caterer— luxury SUV, which was the only extravagance Avery had allowed herself recently.

  Beep. Beep. The red flash of the alarm system unlocking the car was followed by her own relieved sigh.

  I made it! Thank, god.

  “Running away, little chef?” His deep voice rasped next to her ear. It sank deep inside her and wrapped her up within powerful vibrations. Commanding and authoritative; it sent chills to ripple through her body.

  Damn! I knew I waited too long.

  The breath that escaped Avery’s dry lips was slow, as she tried to process the consequences of her tardiness. Her eyes remained fixed on her hand that was still clutching the door-handle of her SUV. She wanted so badly to open the door and scramble inside, locking it against the temptation Stone Jenning offered. But he was too close and he had made his intentions clear. There was no way he was allowing her an easy escape.

  “Why would I be running away? I’ve done what I came here for and now I’m going home,” she responded with her back ramrod straight in a vain attempt to appear taller. Her hair shifted against her temple. Not from the slight breeze in the air, but from his breath as he leaned closer.

  “But you’re not done here sweetheart, and you know it,” his voice vibrated against her ear. A warning she didn’t understand until his teeth were tugging on her earlobe; softly at
first, then with added force.

  “Ooh, mmm,” she moaned, the sound a plea for more rather than a reprimand for his actions. Her loins clenched and she gasped aloud as she felt the heat of her juices coating her pussy as he sensually sucked on her earlobe.

  The delicate flicks of his tongue caused Avery to squeeze her thighs together; worried she might embarrass herself by climaxing right there and then.

  “Look, I’m not . . . what are you doing?” she inquired, when he whipped her around and pressed her against the SUV. His body slipped easily between her legs, which he skillfully and without any effort, lifted to fold around his waist.

  “I said you were not done here, sweetheart. We have a present to unwrap. You. Just so you know, little chef, this Santa is horny and ready to fuck your brains out.”

  “You . . . me,” she gulped when he rubbed his steely length up and down between her legs, causing a sensual friction against her clit. “Stop. I didn’t come here for this,” she whimpered, leaning her head back against the car to try and fight off the pulsing carbonations of lust that thrilled down her spine.

  She was on the verge of yanking his pants off and demand he do what he’d promised.

  Focus, Avery! This is not the time to let your body do the talking.

  Stone of course, had other ideas!

  “I beg to differ. You might not have started out here for this, but sweetheart, if you didn’t want this you shouldn’t have eye-fucked me the entire time I was handing out presents.”

  Avery winced from biting into her tongue in self-reproach. She had been so enamored with how fatherly Stone seemed, playing with and pacifying the kids, that she never realized she had been staring at him the entire time.

  And how the hell does he know? He didn’t look at me once!

  “You misconstrued my look. I was watching the kids,” she tried to skirt the truth but knew from the disgusted look in his eyes that she had failed—badly.

  “I hope you had a flu shot, Avery, because if you end up with pneumonia, remember this is your own doing,” he crowed against her lips.

  He caught her surprised yelp in his mouth when he unzipped her pants, grabbed hold of both sides of the zipper, and ripped the seam of her pants apart all the way to the back of her buttocks.

  “We can’t, not in this freezing weather,” she managed to croak, feeling her coat flapping around her legs. But his heat pressing against her, immediately smothered her protest.

  “Don’t worry, little chef, I’ll keep you warm.”

  His lips on hers became demanding, devouring her defenses with his skillful sucks, nibbles, and bites. She was still trying to catch her breath when he tore her panties off. She squealed, as the force required, caused the satin strip of her thong to drag from between her crack upward through her slit before he ripped it free.

  I’m never wearing a thong again!

  He lifted his head. She felt herself drowning in his eyes that appeared like glimmering diamonds in the dark. She could barely make out his features, but those eyes were enough to weaken her knees.

  “The only thing that’s going to stop me from pushing my cock to the hilt into this hot and juicy pussy of yours is . . .” his voice rumbled with the promise just as he pushed two fingers inside her pussy and promptly forgot what he wanted to say.

  “Geez,” Avery puffed.

  “Fuck you’re hot,” Stone muttered at the same time. “You better say no now Avery, because if you don’t, I’ll be fucking you within the next two seconds.”

  “I . . . damn you! I can’t,” she wailed.

  “That’s not a no, Avery,” he warned, watching her with slanted eyelids as he pulled his fingers from her heat. She tossed her head back as the tumid head of his cock parted her swollen folds. He pushed the tip of his cock against her slit.

  Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her entire system went into overdrive as flushes of heat skyrocketed through her veins.

  “I . . . can’t say . . . no,” she whispered. “Holy fuchhk,” she screamed against his shoulder when he slammed into her the moment the words left her lips.

  He caught a tuft of her hair in his fist and pulled her head back. His lips slanted over hers in a hot, fiery, and passionate kiss that gave while demanding more.

  Avery battled to breathe, filled to the brim with his hard cock and his tongue that flicked in a sensual dance of promised delights. She wanted to pull away before she lost herself but instead her hands circled his neck to hold him closer, her lips bloomed wider under his in subjugation. He stole her breath away and left her shaking in his arms. Her resolve vaporized in the ardent moment, forging her into his embrace.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled as he pulled back. Their eyes met. His lips curled into a wicked grin. “You better hold on, sweetheart. Santa is gonna take you on a ride in the sky without his sled,” he promised against her lips, their breaths mingled as he pulled out to rock back into her.

  His muscles strained with the effort to keep himself in check, and not pound into her like a crazed teenager in his first sexual fantasy come to life. His hand was still tangled in her hair and he tightened his hold to keep her head tilted. He gazed at her while he thrust into her.

  Her husky whimpers of submission mingling with carnal desire, weakened his determination to maintain control. He plunged into her with exquisitely deep strokes, each ending in a hard, rolling motion where his mound impacted her clitoris.

  “Lord, that feels good,” she moaned through tight lips. Her legs shifted higher around his waist as she tilted her hips to allow him deeper penetration.

  She was assailed by a myriad of sensations that left her struggling to breathe.

  “Yes, little chef, show me how much higher you want me to take you. Tell me what you want. Now, Avery, what do you want from me?” he snapped against her throat, his hips unmoving against her thrashing body.

  Avery felt herself drowning, like she was being dragged under a wave of passionate command that she had no control over.

  “You know what I want,” she managed to gasp, desperate for him to move. To end the electric charges that surged through her body, setting every nerve ending alight.

  “I know what you want little chef, but I want to know what you want from me.” He reiterated the words by pushing his cock with painful force deeper into her pussy.

  “I want . . . damn you, Stone Jenning! I want you to fuck me. Not like you’ve been doing, but like you’ve promised,” she all but sneered at him.

  He dragged his cock back slowly, to ensure that sparks of sensations shot to her brain. She shook her head, crying out when he yanked her hair to look at him.

  “How, Avery. Tell me how.”

  “Fuck me! Like you promised. Fuck my goddamned brains out, damn you!” She cried, her fingers curled around the long hair at his nape. “Now. Fuck me now!”

  Stone grinned with pure excitement as he conceded and slammed into her—to the hilt. Her high-pitched scream of pleasure was snuffed out like a candle in the wind as she buried her face into his shoulder.

  They didn’t feel the coldness in the air, subsumed as they were with the heat that seared through their veins.

  He growled when her body shuddered into climax. In a crescendo of spasms, Avery erupted in continued clenches, squeezing the taut length of his cock.

  Avery’s muscles converged, fed by the insurmountable pressure that had been building inside her. She struggled to take a deep breath, but as indomitable as the waves upon the shore, the orgasm rolled over her. Spasms shook her body. Her cry ended in her clamping her teeth around the strong muscle in his shoulder.

  Stone didn’t feel the pain. He pulled back and began pounding into her, unbridled by any lucid thought, as a voracious appetite for this tantalizing woman became all-consuming.

  He strengthened his hold on her as he pillaged her softness, pinning her against the SUV. His groan sounded primeval as he struggled to keep from drilling her into the steel surface of the car. He was
spurred on by the effect her orgasmic clenching had on his cock. He reached for the swollen nub between her legs and pinched it.

  “God, no, please,” Avery moaned. She clutched her arms around his neck. Her teeth found his shoulder once more, this time exulting in the sensual groan it forced from his lips as her body helplessly shuddered with yet another orgasm.

  “Yes, sweetheart. That’s what I wanted. You, completely at my mercy,” he growled against her temple.

  He ejaculated with strong spurts deep inside her until he sagged against her, unable to move. His body felt relaxed like it had the first time he had made love to her.

  Stone froze at the unexpected thought that flashed through his mind. This time it was more than a sense of remembrance. It was a memory.

  He leaned back and stared at her, wracking his brain for clues, but came back blank. He had never looked upon her beauty before. That much he knew. He would never have been able to forget if he had.

  Avery squirmed under his intense regard and lowered her legs to the ground, forcing him to pull out of her.

  He zipped up and watched her, his hands low on his hips. She avoided his gaze and looked around for her car keys.

  Stone found them before she did. When he straightened and flicked them back and forth between his fingers, she knew he wasn’t done with her.

  “Looking for these?”

  “Look, just cut the crap, why don’t you. You got what you wanted. Now, give me my keys. I want to go home.”

  “I’m afraid that my little chef, isn’t an option. Not for many hours.”

  “Listen here, Santa. You kiss like a pro, you’re fucking hot, and you know how to use that . . . that,” she pointed at his crotch, “tool of yours well enough, but I’m not a star-crossed groupie looking for an all-night sex marathon.” She stamped her foot. “Now, give me my keys!”

  The smile on his lips took her breath away and she cursed quietly.

  It’s so fucking unfair. Get a grip Avery. Don’t let his sexy, naughty boy smile tempt you. You’re stronger than this.