Christmas from Hell
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When he’d made his retreat she hadn’t worried, because she knew that it would only be a matter of time before he couldn’t resist temptation anymore and gave her the answers that she’d been waiting for. Ten hours, not bad. She would have probably broken her grandfather in less than an hour with a cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate milkshake.
As she tossed her oven mitts aside, she had to admit that she was definitely proud of him. He’d resisted for ten straight hours, but now…
Now she was going to get all of her answers and there was nothing that he could do to fight it. She’d won and they both knew it. The look in his eyes as he took in all the food that she’d cooked told her that she’d won as did the way he licked his lips.
She hated doing this to him, using his weakness against him, but what other choice had he left her?
None.
She’d wanted answers that he’d refused to give her so she’d done what any other self-respecting baker would do when faced with a stubborn Bradford, she baked up an arsenal of sweets to take him down.
Giving him that sweet, innocent smile that she’d perfected when she was just a toddler, she looked up at him and-
“Uh oh,” she said, too late when she realized that she probably should have made a run for it when he came into the kitchen instead of standing there gloating, because this was definitely not a man ready to call it quits.
This man was about to fight back and she was pretty damn sure that she was in over her head with this one. Learning long ago when to call a retreat thanks to her Grandfather, she turned to make a strategic run for it, but for a man his size, he was really fast!
She’d barely turned around when she found herself picked up, thrown over his large shoulder and being carried down that small hallway to what she’d been thinking of as his camp all day. When he carried her inside, slammed the door shut and locked it, she realized that she may have made a tactical error along the way.
Trying to think of a way to get out of this fast, she did the one thing that her grandfather always warned her against.
She’d panicked.
She couldn’t think past the fact that she was now locked in a small room with a man who outweighed her be a good hundred pounds and she may have, umm, tortured for the hell of it all day. Yeah, definitely a big mistake on her part.
Since she couldn’t retreat, and she definitely wanted to make that retreat, she opened her mouth to apologize but choked on the words when Duncan did the unthinkable. He pulled his shirt off, revealing all those delicious muscles that made up his torso. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as her hungry eyes took in every rope of delicious muscle, too stunned to do anything but stand there while Duncan reached down, undid his fly and simply pulled his hardening member out and began to leisurely stroke it as she tried not to swallow her tongue.
“Why don’t we have ourselves a little talk, Necie, hmm?”
Chapter 31
Her mouth was open and moving, but no sounds were coming out as her eyes locked on what his hand was doing.
Definitely a good sign, he decided as he slowed his hand even more, tightened his hold and stroked himself from his balls to the tip all while imagining what it would feel like if she got down on her knees and took him into that pretty little mouth of hers. He groaned as he did it again, wondering if she’d ever done that to a man before or even wanted to, because he definitely fucking wanted her to take his cock in her beautiful little mouth and suck on it while she teased the tip with her pretty white teeth.
Christ, just thinking about how much he wanted to feel her teeth tease the underside of his cock had him hardening to the point of pain. He wanted her, wanted to bend her over, slide his cock inside her wet pussy, slide his cock inside her ass to see just how good that would feel, basically he just wanted to fuck her until his balls were emptied and the only thing that she could scream was his name, but he couldn’t do any of that.
He had a mission and this small woman with her extraordinary culinary skills was ruining it with very little effort. He was trying to get to know her better, romance her, spend time with her and she was doing everything that she could to get him to tell her what he was up to.
Now, he couldn’t very well have that, now could he?
“Sit on the bed,” he heard himself say, sounding almost as though he were in a trance.
When she licked her lips hungrily and obeyed, he almost lost it. His cock definitely noticed, jumping in his hand in approval, demanding that he move closer to see what else she would be willing to do.
Trying not scare her and wondering if this was all a dream, a wonderful, lust filled dream starring the woman that took up way too much of thoughts, he walked over to her slowly as he continued to stroke himself.
“Here’s the plan,” he said, stopping himself from smiling when the adorable woman nodded absently as she shifted anxiously on the bed, her eyes glued to what was in his hand.
“For the next two weeks you don’t ask any questions about what we’re doing here,” he said firmly, pausing his hand on his cock when she opened her mouth to argue, but as soon as she realized that he would stop if she argued, she closed her mouth shut with an audible snap and a swallow.
“Very good,” he murmured approvingly as he once again began stroking himself, biting back a moan at the hungry expression on her face.
God, she was so fucking beautiful, he thought as he found himself coming closer to her. “You and I are going to enjoy ourselves, enjoy this vacation that we’ve both more than earned. You’re not going to worry about the bakery and I’m not going to worry about my family, agreed?” he asked, slowing down his strokes and loving the murderous glare she sent his hand.
She definitely liked watching, he noted, more turned on by the thought than he ever thought he would be. He wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been one for a very long time, but he’d never been playful in bed, never enjoyed teasing the women that he fucked, but god, how he wanted to play with this one.
