Naughty List by Willa Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

through every echoing spasm.
    Eric slumped down on her, sweaty skin to sweaty skin. The velvet ribbon, still wrapped around her, clung to his chest and stomach, stimulating his skin with its satin brush. He needed to untie her, he wanted to, to feel her arms encircling him, her fingers combing through his hair, exploring his back, but he didn’t have the energy to move, content and satisfied as he’d never been before.
    Beneath him Callie sighed, her body soft and replete. She nuzzled her head into the arch of his neck, placing one sweet kiss against his skin.
    Eric’s heart thumped, his chest tight and tender. He’d finally found home. Everything he ever wanted, everything he ever needed in one astonishing redheaded present, wrapped with a velvet bow. She was the best Christmas gift he’d ever received, and he didn’t plan on letting her go.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    They slept in a tangle, one of his legs pushed between hers, his arm wrapped around her chest, one large hand capturing her breast as if staking a claim. Her supple back pressed into his chest. The smell of sex surrounded them, filling the room.
    Eric smiled, slowly waking. He’d never felt so good in his life. Sure, the night had been filled with mind-blowing sex, but it was more than that. He’d felt more, enjoyed himself more than he had with any other woman. Because he was with Callie.
    She was amazing in every way. He’d never been with a woman as giving, loving, and responsive as she’d been last night.
    And he had no intention of losing her.
    Beside him, she shifted in her sleep until his cock was cradled between the cheeks of her silky butt. His dick, already hard, stiffened further. He groaned, soft and low, and was rewarded with the gentle song of her laughter. Sweet as a child’s on Christmas morning.
    The little vixen was awake. She was doing this on purpose. Two could play at that game. He gripped her breast tight, kneading, rubbing against her nipple until it was hard and attentive against his palm. She sighed beside him. Her body bucked, riding his thick thigh between her legs. Her fingers gripped the sheet cresting her shoulder, decapitating several snowmen as she released a long, keening cry.
    Eric’s heart heated and glowed, brighter than Rudolph’s nose. After last night, their spots on the naughty list were no doubt sealed. Her quieting sighs of completion filled his ears. Yet not enough. He already wanted to hear her whimper and moan again. He planned to spend all Christmas Day making her come over and over, any way he liked, every way she wanted.
    Callie pulled back from him, her red hair brilliant in the full morning sun. The smile on her kiss-swollen lips mirrored the brightness of her glittering green eyes. She looked liked a rumpled angel, hair tousled, skin still flushed pink from their loving last night. She stretched her arms above her head, a satisfied sigh slipping from her lips, like that of a woman who’d spent all night long in bed with a lover. If Eric had anything to say about it, that look was going to become permanent.
    She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. A chaste expression, given all they’d shared, but he felt so good he didn’t care what she did as long as he got to pick next.
    “Thank you.” She pulled back, meeting his eyes. “This was the best Christmas gift ever.”
    Eric froze, colder than the North Pole. She thought this was just a present. True, he’d said something to that extent during their night together, but it had only been part of the game, the dominating Santa. He hadn’t meant it. He couldn’t believe she didn’t realize that. What they’d shared last night had been much more than a gift. It had been life changing, world fulfilling. More than he could have ever dreamed. How could it have not meant as much to her?
    “You’ll have to open your present to know for sure, but I believe you won this year.”
    Eric couldn’t have cared less about