Page 115 of The Holiday Clause

“No.” She flushed. “Just a reminder…I’ve never done this before.”

He caught her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. “Just trust your instincts.”

She bit her lip. “I’d prefer a little direction.”

He studied her a moment longer before nodding. “Pull it out.”

She stared at the cotton stretched over the thick form of him and hooked her fingers beneath the elastic band. When he lifted his hips, she lowered his pants. There it was—Greyson’s cock,thick and long, smooth and dark at the tip. Slightly damp like a flower wearing a drop of dew.

Her breath caught at the sight of him, so male and intimidating yet beautiful in its own way. Heat flooded her cheeks as she took in every detail, committing this moment to memory.

“Wrap your hands around it.”

The gravity of this moment sank into her soul. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” His eyes drifted shut. “Now, stroke it, nice and slow, with a little pressure.”

He released a deep sigh when she did as he instructed, appearing completely content. She leaned forward and licked the tiny pearl of arousal from the tip, and his eyes flashed open.

Seconds stretched like years as he silently watched her. “Keep going.”

She smiled and placed a chaste kiss on the tip. He flexed his hips, nudging the swollen head against her lips. She liked the way the smooth tip felt against her skin.

“Are you purposely trying to tease me?”

She blinked innocently, playing dumb. “Is this not how it’s done?”

He smirked. “You know it’s not.”

Maybe she teased him a little. At thirty, there wasn’t much mystery left—thanks to the internet.

Sitting up, she glanced around the room.

“Something wrong?”

“Nope.” She dropped a pillow onto the floor. “I think I want to try it this way.” She slid off the couch to kneel on the pillow.

All humor left his face as he stared at her.

She fidgeted. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he rasped, shifting to stand before her, his cock in his hand. “Are you sure?”

She looked up at him with trust in her eyes and nodded. “Very.”

“Give me your hand.” He wrapped her fingers around his engorged flesh, grip tight, showing her how hard he liked to be stroked. “You’re good at that.” He traced a hand down her cheek. “You ready for the next part?”

Lifting her weight off her heels, she rose to press her lips to him. He flexed and groaned, his fingers sliding into her hair.

“That’s it, baby. Now, open your mouth.”

She licked down his length, and he groaned.

“A little more.” His hand tightened in her hair, angling her head back.

She looked up at him in question.

“Let me see your tongue.”