Christmas from Hell

Perhaps he should start wearing a cup when he was around her, he wondered as he somehow managed to get off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom where he’d most likely spend the next hour or two soaking in an ice cold bath to soothe his poor abused balls.

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What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered with a cringe as she carefully climbed off the bed and tiptoed towards her clothes, hoping to get dressed and make her escape before the poor man that she’d unmanned, again, came out of the bathroom.

Not that she was running away, she told herself, because she wasn’t. It was ten o’clock and she was seven hours late for work. She needed to go in and help them catch up all while putting up with her grandfather’s pouts, glares and the knowledge that when he got that far-off expression on his face that he was probably fantasizing about all the ways that he could kill Duncan.

Yeah, she was probably going to have to do another weapons sweep of the house and bakery, she decided with a heavy sigh, because there was just no way that she would be able to make sure that her grandfather adhered to a strict diet behind bars. Knowing him, he’d probably beat the shit out of the biggest thug in there on the first day just to get it out of the way and then focus on having McDonalds smuggled in.

The man really had no self-control when it came to his health, she thought with a belated sigh as she bent over to pick up her panties and somehow found her eyes rolling back in her head and a moan escaping her lips as the most pleasurable sensation tore through her body.

Panting hard, and not exactly sure what that was, but praying that it never stopped, she reached out blindly and grabbed onto the edge of the antique desk as she felt what she thought might be a tongue trace her slit again, more slowly this time.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, panting hard as her grip on the desk was the only thing holding her up.

Her entire body trembled, her head spun as her breaths came faster and faster to the point that she wasn’t sure that she could take anymore, but she knew that if he stopped doing whatever he was doing that she would be required to kill him.

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Definitely going to hell, he decided, but really didn’t give a fuck as he tilted his head and slid his tongue between the softest lips that he’d ever had the good fortune of running his tongue over and found her core.

He growled in hunger as she rewarded him with a moan. He probably shouldn’t be doing this, he realized, but knowing that didn’t stop him from tilting his head back and sliding his tongue inside her as he used his hands to push her legs apart to give him better access.

Slowly, he slid his tongue in and out of her, fucking her in the way that he’d imagined while she stood bent over his desk. He was definitely going to hell for this one, but he didn’t fucking care. She tasted so damn good and she wasn’t telling him to stop.

In fact, he had a feeling that if he tried to stop that she might actually try to kill him. It was the way that she moaned and in the way that she spread her legs a little more as she held onto his desk and pushed back, demanding more that told him just how much she was loving this. Smiling, because there was nothing sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted, he slid his tongue slowly out and then back inside her sheath.

“Duncan,” she moaned his name like a prayer and a plea.

He grabbed onto her hips, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs as he gave her exactly what she needed and what he was dying to give her. He kept licking her, only pausing every few seconds to flick his tongue over the hood of her little clit before sliding his tongue back inside her. When she reached back with one hand, grabbed a handful of his hair and cried his name, he realized something very important.

She was his.

Before she was done screaming his name, he was standing behind her, holding her still by her hips and entering her. She cried out his name and as he cursed out hers, because this one tiny woman had ruined him. Little by little over the past year, she’d destroyed him, annoyed him, made him secretly smile, and gave him something to look forward to every day.

He could tell himself that he only went to her family’s bakery because the food was so damn good, but that wouldn’t explain why he always watched her every move, absorbing every detail like she was the only thing that was keeping him going. He could tell himself that he watched her, because she was a jinx and he worried about her getting hurt, but that was bullshit. He wanted to see her, to be with her and he used her unfortunate luck with gravity as an excuse to go to her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up, careful not to pull out of her and carried her to his bed. Smiling, because he couldn’t believe his good fortune, he slid out of her, turned her over onto her back and kissed her. He kissed her slowly, savoring every touch and taste of her lips as he settled between her legs.

“Duncan, please,” she pleaded against his lips as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him in her embrace.

Not one to deny the woman that drove him out of his fucking mind, he shifted his hips and slid inside her. His eyes flickered closed in pleasure as he savored the way her silky, wet walls gripped him, dragging him further in and making him never want to leave.

She had him.

She fucking had him and there was nothing that he could do about it. She was always the one and on some level he’d always known, but he’d fucked up so many times with her that he was afraid that one more time would send her running and he couldn’t risk that.

So, that meant that he had to figure out a few things, including how to convince her that he saw her as more than just as a jinx.

He saw her as his.

Chapter 27

Monday, December 14th.

“Stop smiling,” Grandpa snapped without looking up from the apple he was slicing.

“I’m not smiling,” she said, but of course she was. She couldn’t help smiling, not after yesterday, and last night…and this morning, she thought with a loud yawn.