17 Miranda
WAS I READY for Christmas with the St. James family?
I prayed I was more than ready so nothing or no one would stand in the way of Will and me being together. Hell, even my friends had given us crap. The stinkers.
They loved me. I got it.
But Will had always treated me with kindness. And they didn’t need to worry about me getting wrapped up in the glamour and fortune of his family. None of that mattered to me.
Will squeezed my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You’re fidgeting.”
So I was. I released my earring.
“Nervous?”
“Weren’t you in my apartment?”
“I was, and you have every right to be nervous too, but you don’t need to be. Everyone will love you.” His hand massaged my knee.
I welcomed his touch and how it made me tingle. I closed my eyes and released some of my anxiety into the air.
“How can I help you?”
My eyes flashed open, feeling his hand creep under my dress. “Will…”
“We have thirty minutes.” He tempted me with his sexy grin. “Let me take care of you.”
I spread my legs, welcoming his offer. “Wait.” I put my hand over his.
He looked at me expectantly.
“Jason is going to be there, right?”
“Yes.”
“He gives me the creeps. I know that’s awful to say since I don’t even know him, but I get this weird vibe from him.”
“Weird vibe?”
“Yeah. We were in the elevator together the day I was giving the presentation for the gala. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off. Maybe I read him wrong.”
“No, I’m sure you didn’t,” Will grumbled, a hint of anger in his voice.
“Oh.” I chewed on my lip. Will wasn’t defending Jason or surprised. A chill ran down my spine then. “That creeps me out even more.”
“Don’t worry about him. We’re together. He won’t try anything.”
“Okay.” I relaxed, releasing Will’s hand. “Oh, wait!” I stopped him again. “And Lily is off-limits for him.”
“Got it.”
“Okay… go.” I closed my eyes, smiling as I released his hand.
Will’s fingers slipped into my satin-and-lace panties. I melted into his leather seat, tilting my pelvis toward his fingers, encouraging him forward, but he took his time. Rushing wasn’t Will’s way. He liked to play with me, drive me wild so I’d have an explosive orgasm. I loved the way he worked me over.
By the sounds he made, he enjoyed it as well.
“Baby, you’re so fucking wet. My cock wants to dive right into you.” He inhaled. “Fuck, you feel so good… This might have been a bad idea.”