“I don’t need to be taking advice from you.”
“Yeah, you do. Especially when I know what I’m talking about and you clearly do not.”
“Screw you, Ivan.”
He moved in close to her, so close their bodies were now touching.
With his body flush against hers, he felt how soft and curvy she was, and it made him ache for things he really shouldn’t have.
Why couldn’t he have Delaney?
Because there’s a no-fraternization policy in place.
But he’d never been one for rules.
She had the most kissable fucking lips.
He’d imagined them wrapped around his dick a time or two or three.
Ivan had denied himself that pleasure for too long.
With the snow all around them and the promise of a future fight with the cold, he took his chances and slammed his lips down on hers.
At first she was stiff, tense.
But she didn’t fight him.
Her lips stayed firm and closed.
Grasping her hip, he held her captive between the bed and his body, feeling her melt as he refused to stop kissing her.
She let out a little moan and her hand on his shoulder moved to his back, gliding up to sink into his hair.
He had her exactly where he wanted her, at his mercy, kissing him back.
Forgetting about the chill, he gripped her hair, loosening the band that she’d used to tie the strands back.
Running his fingers through the locks, he heard her moan.
Sliding his tongue across her lips, she opened up and he tasted her.
She gripped his shoulders and he tugged on her lip, staring at her, waiting.
He wasn’t going to stop this, not when he finally had her.
What the hell am I doing?
Even as Delaney thought how crazy this was, she wanted his lips back on hers again.
Would it be so wrong to kiss him back? To maybe have a Christmas fling? Didn’t most people have them at the holiday party, where they slept with a colleague?
Ivan was the last person she thought she wanted and yet that kiss had been amazing.
Licking her lips, she stared into his eyes, kind of hard to do with no light on.
The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her thigh and it had been so long since she’d been with anyone.
“You’re hating me now, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not hating you.”
“This is really bad,” he said.
“I know.”
“I’m not going to let you get that promotion,” he said and she saw him smirk, heard the teasing in his voice.
“I know.” She stared at his lips. “This means nothing.”
“Of course. It has no meaning. It’s just sex.”
Her heart hammered against her chest as his hands gripped her hips.
“Yes, just sex.” But even saying that, she knew it wasn’t entirely true.
“Is that what you want me to do, Delaney? You want me to fuck you through the night? To drive my dick so deep inside you that you forget I’m your competition?”
“You’ll always be my competition, but this can’t hurt, right?”
“No, it can’t.” He chuckled. “I love that even now, with your pussy soaking wet, you’re negotiating.” The hand on her hip moved.
The tips of his fingers moved down over her thighs between her legs and she cried out as he touched her pussy through her pencil skirt.
The action was so unexpected.
She cried out his name as he pressed a finger against her pussy even harder. No, not one finger, three, rubbing against her, moving up and down.
“I want you naked, Delaney. Tonight, I’ll have it and you’ll beg me for more.”
He used his upper body to press her back against the mattress.
She stared up at him.
Her pussy slick and her nipples tight.
He started to remove his clothes.
She heard the rustling and following his lead; even with shaking hands, she did the same, stripping away each layer until she was completely naked beneath him, the only thing keeping them warm now the blanket and their body heat.
It was too dark for him to see clearly, but that was fine.
By the morning, she’d be dressed and ready to leave.
He stayed beside her as he stroked her body, his fingers learning her, skimming across her tits, moving down over her stomach to settle between her thighs.
When he opened the folds of her pussy and stroked over her clit, she cried out his name.
“You know, Delaney, I think you’re harboring a secret,” he said. “I don’t think you hate me at all. You see, with how wet you are, I think you like me, a whole hell of a lot more than you’d like me to think.” He slid down to her entrance and she whimpered as he added one finger, then a second.
He stretched her wide, and soon it would be his cock. From the feel of it against her leg, she knew he wasn’t small.
Reaching down to touch him, she felt just how hard he was, and was shocked by the sheer size of him.