Page 100 of Rule 2: Never Join a Christmas Dating Show

He nods eagerly, his eyes bright, his lips so perfect and pink, swollen from my insatiability.

SEBASTIAN

Luke and I move quickly. He gets the condoms, and I get the lube. Then he lays me down on my stomach, and I prepare for the same preparation as before.

I don’t prepare for him to start laying wet kisses down my spine, and I don’t prepare for him to kiss the curves of my bottom, biting my cheeks, as if fascinated by them, and I certainly don’t prepare for him to nibble his way toward my entrance. His tongue swirls over my skin, his lips suck, his teeth bites. My nerve endings are ablaze, and I clutch hold of the sheet, as if I might at any moment fly through the roof and into the snowy night.

And then he’s there.

Spreading my cheeks.

My heartbeat speeds. Is he going to...? Surely not...

But then his tongue is on me...there.

He is licking me...there.

He is kissing me...there.

Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.

My cock thickens, expands, swells.

It’s never been like this before. It’s never felt this good. I’ve never had the tongue of a man swirling in...there.

I’m floating. The world is warm. Definitely wonderful.

And Luke is still kissing me. Well, rimming me.

Is this what I was missing out on when I was more focused on my career than going out? When every party was a chance to network? God, I make a habit of never dating anyone vaguely in my industry in case things go south, even though I never meet men outside my industry. I guess I did inappropriate all at once.

But anyone else wouldn’t be Luke. Wouldn’t be as abso—

My breath vanishes.

Luke moves up, then rearranges me so my bottom sticks in the air. He peers at my bottom again, spreading my cheeks, and I should feel vulnerable—

But I don’t.

Because it’s Luke.

And we’ve already made lo—

I don’t finish that thought in my mind and try to push it from my body. Instead, I concentrate on the feel of Luke behind me. I hear him spread lube over his fingers, and I feel him spread me open. Then I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

It’s coming.

Luke pushes inside me, spreading me open. His cock moves inside me slowly.

He is large, filling me in ways I didn’t know were possible, filling me more than anyone ever has, even as he whispers endearments, and strokes my body.

I can’t see him, but I picture him behind me. I feel the way he spreads my cheeks even now, as if the most interesting thing in the world is his cock sliding inside of me.

I move back because I’m desperate to have as much of him inside as I can.

He groans, or I do. Our breaths turn to pants, our skin heats and sizzles.

The we rock along the bed, our bodies joined.