If Santa Were a Cowboy by Melissa Cutler

Author:Melissa Cutler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swerve

Chapter Eight

While Paul fed Sadie dinner and got her settled, Kelly walked to the bedroom, scrolling through her phone in search of “Santa Baby” and planning an Elf After Dark strip tease for him. She set the phone on the speaker dock on his dresser, then hummed along with the tune as she unzipped the naughty suitcase.

What a bounty of riches she’d brought. Her hand fluttered over a jar of chocolate body paint and mint-scented condoms, and landed on a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. Those would do for tonight. She could already see him in her mind’s eye, all naked, muscly flesh, stretched out on the bed, restrained while she had her way with him.

A shock of dizziness overtook her as all the blood rushed to her pussy. If Paul made love anything like he made out, then she was in for the night of her life.

She felt his eyes on her and turned to find him standing in the doorway, realizing only when Paul’s attention lowered to her hands and his lips quirked that she was clutching the handcuffs still. She feigned a saucy confidence she no longer felt with her influx of nerves. “Come on in, and get those pesky clothes out of the way while you’re at it.”

With a sly smile, he stripped his T-shirt off, revealing a dusting of dark hair across a well-defined chest and abs a girl could spend a whole night exploring with her lips and tongue. But her awareness was captured solely by the massive, vividly rendered tattoo on his right side, over his ribs. Rather than Dog is my copilot, the design was a broad, gnarled tree that morphed into a dragon. The image was mostly dark gray and black, with stains of mossy green and a deep blue that matched the sky an hour after sunset.

“Nice tat.”

“Nice cuffs.”

“The better to explore your body with.”

On a skeptical grunt, he swaggered her way. Kelly couldn’t decide what to keep her eyes on, his ripped upper body, his hot, hungry gaze, or the way his jeans were beginning to bulge behind the zipper.

When he reached her, he reached for her top. “If I’ve got to take my pesky clothes off, then it’s only fair that you do, too.”

She swayed in place, overwhelmed by the depth of her need. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you right now.”

He took her hand and flattened it on his chest. Beneath her palm, his heart was racing. “You feel what you’re doing to me? I’ve wanted you since forever, Kelly Sawyer.”

“Then take me.”

In a flurry of tangled limbs and flying clothes, they fell onto the bed, nothing between them but hot, shimmering friction. Paul parted her legs with his knees and rose above her, a bearded, tattooed, hard bodied god of her dreams. In the back of her mind, she registered the thunk of the handcuffs hitting the floor, forgotten, as a moment that had taken too many years to manifest finally burst into being.

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