Page 42 of Under the Mistletoe
“I feel great.” She sits back, looking at me and grins, and I huff a laugh before I pull her mouth to mine and take another taste. I’m greedy. Absolutely famished for her. I couldn’t stop touching her even if I wanted to. I kiss her slowly, memorizing her lips, her tongue, her taste before I release her.
Catching my breath, I move my hands up her sides and to her chest to cup her breasts. She has a great body. While the clothes she wears all look amazing, I had no idea this was hiding underneath them all. I love beautiful things. Beautiful people. It’s how I was raised. Working in the fashion industry has had an impact on me. And seeing Jessica now, the way her face flushes, her hair out and long down her back. Her figure that’s soft and curvy in all the right places. I feel myself thickening again for her already.
“So, this is your house?” she says, and I lean back, moving my hands to her sides. Keeping her close as my head falls against the sofa, admiring her taking in her surroundings.
My large stone fireplace is roaring in the open-plan room. Oversized rugs adorn the floor, and there are two sofas, both taking up the entire area. You could fit at least fifty people in here. Beyond this room is a more casual timber dining table fit for about twelve people, followed by a large kitchen. The stone and wood ooze old money. And they should. My father built this place when he was younger. The timber floor and walls create a warmth that makes it feel immediately homely, even though everything is pure luxury and state of the art.
“Oh my…” Shock falls from her lips as her eyes widen. Her swollen pout is now something I crave. How that’s even possible I don’t know. Any thoughts I had of getting her out of my system are completely out the window. I’m smitten. There’s no other word for it.
“Let’s go take a shower.” I sit up, grabbing my underwear and passing her my shirt. As she puts on my shirt, I pause. I wasn’t prepared for how good she would look in my clothes, so as she stands, I pull on my underwear before I grab her again, lifting her to my chest, scooping her up bridal style.
“Donovan!” She laughs out my name as her hands loop around my neck, hanging on tight, and I walk us up the stairs to my wing.
“There’s a pool outside, a gym and sauna too. Over that side is my office, another kitchen, and a formal dining room, along with another formal sitting room,” I explain to her, having not ever had a woman here before, seeing her look over everything as I take her up the staircase.
“This must have been a fun place to be as a kid. Hide and seek would’ve been awesome here.”
“It was fun. My parents worked a lot, but I fished here in the lake a lot as a kid.” I smile at her, feeling fucking happy. An emotion that’s too easy to say, but not an easy one for me to feel. True happiness for me has always been a little elusive. Sure, I’ve been pleased. I’ve been relaxed, content, and satisfied. But truly happy? That hasn’t appeared in my life a lot and certainly not in recent years.
“My room is at the back, and there are three others along here.” I don’t want to stop touching her. But as I step to the French doors that open into my room, I put her down softly.
I open the French doors, and we walk into my bedroom. Her eyes widen once more as she steps through and almost stumbles. I take it in from her view. Whites and creams, fluffy rugs and cushions, along with a massive window with a view of the entire lake that right now looks like a painting.
“This is amazing!” Her eyes widen even more as she walks straight to the window. The snow still hasn’t let up, but the scenery is beautiful. The forest reflects the still lake so vividly.
“Amazing, isn’t it? So beautiful…” I step up to her, my front to her back as I run my hands up and down her arms. I can’t stop touching her, and she turns in my arms and looks up at me.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” she says sweetly, her eyes locked on mine. I swallow. The feeling that I thought would dissipate now builds. It’s building a lot.
I haven’t really felt this way about a woman before. I’ve been so focused on growing the business over the years that the dates and women I see have all been casual. I actually thought I would probably never get married or have a permanent person. Now the feelings I have for her are in contrast to everything I ever thought.
It must be the hormones. We just had mind-blowing sex. She’s standing in front of me draped in nothing but my business shirt, looking like every man's wet dream. Certainly, my wet dream.
She looks confused for a moment. “You have that meeting now, don’t you?” Realization dawns on me that, yes, I do have an important meeting I need to dial into. One I thought I would be in New York for. However, I could skip it. I could take her in the shower. Have her again, maybe taste her pussy… Fuck, I’m almost hard again already.
“Shit, the team in Philippines…” I scrub my face, momentarily forgetting that this is a workday and I have work commitments. She huffs a laugh.
“Go. I’ll be fine… Might even take a relaxing soak in your tub. I don’t think the boss will need me anytime soon…” She grins, and I lean down, taking her lips, kissing that wicked smile right off her face.
“Hmmm, I’ll be needing you again soon, though… There are toiletries in the bathroom. You should find everything you need. Hair care, body care, a spare toothbrush… hair tie. I don’t have clothes that would fit, but there are some sweats in the cupboard. Mine. They’re clean.”
“They’ll be perfect. Thank you.” She gazes at me adoringly, and I’m a goner.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be…”
Her eyes don’t shift from mine. And I can’t look away. I lean forward slightly, wanting to take her lips with mine again. But instead, I blow out a breath, nod, and walk out, pulling the door closed behind me.
I’ll use the spare bathroom.
The shower will need to be cold.
My conference call took longer than I was anticipating, and it’s dark when I walk through the house, heading for the kitchen. I’m starving and glad my staff left some food in the fridge for us to reheat, as is standard protocol whenever I arrive here at Lake Placid.
I have no idea where Jessica is or what she's been doing, but by the look of my inbox, she’s been working on a few files, putting together what she will present to the board as our acquisition strategy for market growth.
Making my way straight to the bar, I pour myself a whiskey. Whiteman’s. The only one I drink and I need it. I could barely concentrate on my call. Discussions about European trends and designer requirements on couture fabric all blended into white noise. Because even though I couldn’t see Jessica, I could feel her. I could smell her.
Hearing noise in the kitchen, I take a much-needed sip, feeling the burn, and head in that direction before I pull up short and almost choke.