I pull on some of the strings, trying to figure out what it is, let alone how it would go on. She might be onto something, though. Technically, the lingerie isn’t for him, but it’s his eyes that will bug out of his head when he sees me in it, which would makemehis gift.
“Not a bad idea.”
The shop has everything you can imagine—sweet and sexy, leather and lace, hard-core built-in bondage lingerie. Turning my head, I eye the leather-and-metal outfit, which includes handcuffs. I make my way through the aisles of lingerie, looking for something Hunter might like.
Swept up in the naughty little outfit, I almost miss Claire calling out to me. She says my name again, and I turn.
“I bet Santa would love to see Mrs. Claus in this.”
Essentially, the outfit is a red lace bra and panties with red fur trim, like you would see Santa wearing, though I don’t think his suit is quite this skimpy. Between the bra and panties is a strap of satin fabric. It’s simple but sexy and full of holiday cheer. While I might not be, Hunter certainly is, and I’m pretty sure he would love it.
Grabbing the item from her hand, I inspect it further and a giggle.
“I could be his ho, ho, ho.”
This little number might just be what helps salvage our first Christmas.
CHAPTER7
QUINN
Today has been one for the books. A whirlwind of emotions mixed with non-stop shopping has left me exhausted.
The “one last stop” Hunter promised turned into a two-hour excursion.
“I’m tired, and I’m hungry,” I whine. “I just want to go home.”
“What about this one?” He’s holding a glass ornament.
“Fine, yes. If it will get us out of the store, buy it.”
“You’re no fun,” he tells me as we stand in line to pay for the Christmas decorations we were able to find.
“I’ll show you how fun I can be,” I tell him.
He laughs, blowing off the comment, which I have every intention of following through.
In the car, driving down the highway, I decide exactly how to show him just how much fun I am. Sitting in the passenger seat, I stare at Hunter, taking in every gorgeous piece of him—blonde hair, handsome face, biceps that stretch the material of his shirt to the max.
When he catches me watching him, he gives me a quizzical look, trying to figure me out.
“You have that look in your eyes.”
“What look is that?” I ask coyly.
“The one that says you’re up to something.”
“You know me so well.” Shifting in my seat to face him, my hand glides down his toned arm before dropping to his thigh. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows the desire that threatens to consume him… and potentially crash us. My fingers make their way to the button and zipper on his jeans. Undoing them, my hand slides inside and releases his dick.
“Quinn...”
Not long ago, I would have thought Hunter would push my hand away and scold me for my actions. He’s the quintessential good guy—a real boy scout—except when it comes to sex.
He adjusts in the seat of his luxury SUV to make himself more comfortable—and more available.
I lower my head, my lips hovering right above his engorged cock. The mere thought of what was about to happen was more than enough to rile him up.
He says my name again, his tone less forgiving and more demanding. My tongue flicks over the head of his cock, and he groans.