"Yeah, you do." She smiled at the delicious thickness of his cock as it sprang from his pants. A few quick strokes, and she moved up, replacing her palm with her mouth. He was warm and harder than she remembered him being that morning. He was needy, and something about being the one to offer him relief was beyond hot.
"Your mouth is so warm, baby. So wet." He spoke with a guttural slur in his words as he shifted his hips up, forcing a little more into her mouth.
She took anything he gave, and worked him to the edge of orgasm quickly. The sound of him panting loudly, mixed with the tight grip he had on her hair and his groans caused her own body to flood with lubrication.
"I'm gonna come, Jamie. Pull back, babe, and I'll finish it." He tugged at her hair as she growled loudly. "Shit. Alright. Do what you want. It's yours anyway."
He cried out as she picked up the pace, licking and sucking hard to drink him down as she knew he desired most. The tremor that ran through him left her smiling around his cock and wanting to do it all over again.
"Fuck. I love you so fucking much." He let out a long sigh and worked to get himself back into his jeans as he concentrated on the road.
"I love you, too, but just so you know..." She paused and kissed his cheek. "That tree isn't fitting in the house. I know how to make things fit into tight places, and that isn't happening."
He glanced over at her with enough heat in his gaze to burn her. "Stop being sexy, or I'll pull this truck over on the side of the road and mount you."
"Please?" She batted her eyelashes and moved back to her side of the truck while he took steady breaths.
By the time they reached the house, the color in his face had gone back to normal, and he was calm from what she could tell, almost sleepy. The billionaire business man had finally relaxed.
They stopped in front of the house, and Jamie glanced toward the back window, noticing for the first time that there were tons of bags in the backseat. "What's all this?"
He glanced back too after turning off the engine. "Decorations for the tree; I went red and green because that's the color of your decorations in your office. I thought you'd like them."
"How fun! I love it." She got out of the truck and started to get the ornaments out, but paused. There was no way the tree was fitting in the house. She could wait to get everything else out until they knew if they actually had a tree or not.
She couldn't help but chuckle to herself over how cute Alex had been when trying to get the tree down, but even more so with his innocent belief that the tree was going to fit into the house. It wasn't.
"You want to try to help me muscle this thing inside or should I call one of my guys to come help?" Alex moved to the back of the truck and let down the tailgate.
"I'll do it." Jamie ran her hand down the body of the truck, admiring it. "This is beautiful, but why white? All of your other vehicles are black or red."
"I figured it would be good for the holiday season. It's white like snow." He shrugged, quite unaware of just how adorable he was when he wasn't trying.
"I love it." She got up into the bed of the truck and moved to the back. "Just back up and we'll work it out of the truck."
It took a few minutes, but they got the large tree out of the truck and to the door before Jamie had to pause for a break. She opened the front door to the house and shook her head. "I have a bad feeling about this," she mumbled.
"What?" he yelled from behind the tree.
"Nothing. Just push... okay?" She picked up the tip of the tree and walked backwards as Alex pushed way too hard. She stumbled backward and slid across the floor as the tree made its way into the foyer.
"Are you helping at all?" he asked, his whole body hidden by the base of the tree.
"Yes." She got up and wiped her hand on her pants before walking around to the side to catch his eye. "Let's stand it up here because this is the highest the ceiling gets. It if doesn't fit, we can take it back out."
"What? No. It's going to be fine. I'm a man. I know these things." He gave her a cheeky grin, which awarded him a growl.
"Alright, but I get to say I told you so. I’m a woman." She shrugged and moved back, picking up the tree and moving on his directives. They got to the living room, both of them covered in sweat, and pushed the tree to its standing position, only it wouldn't go. It had to be two feet too tall – at least.
"What the fuck? Really? No bloody way!" Alex moved back and shook his head. "This can't be right."
Jamie lifted her eyebrow. "Right? It totally should have fit. I mean, damn... you’re a man and a lumberjack. There's no way you got this wrong."
"I'm going to spank your ass for that." He moved toward her as she took off for the master bedroom. She jumped onto the bed and rolled over onto her back as the sound of the front door slamming filled the air around her. She heard Alex kick of his boots after closing the door.
"Come get it!" she yelled and pulled off her own boots, followed by her leggings.
"Oh, I'm coming. Wicked woman." He walked into the room as he tugged off his sweater and then his shirt. Crawling up onto the bed, he covered the top of her and pressed himself against her. "How did you know it wasn't going to fit?"