“Can I borrow it?”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll personally deliver and run it. That way, you can enjoy the snow with your girl.”
“I can’t ask you to do that. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve. You should be with your family.”
“It’s going to be pandemonium at my house. Believe me, you’d be doing me a favor.”
Just as I hang up the phone, Quinn enters the office.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her. “I had a message from an old friend. Just wanted to check in and see if everything was okay with it being the holidays.”
“You are such a good guy.”
“I try.”
“Look what I found.” Quinn holds mistletoe above her head.
“Looks like I owe you a kiss.” Our lips meet softly.
She lowers the mistletoe to her lower belly, a sexy smile on her face.
“I think you owe me a few more.”
“Happy to oblige.”
Hoisting her up, I set her on the desk, her ass on the edge. With her help, I slide the denim off her silky thighs, her green panties following suit.
“Perfection,” I say as I appreciate my view, the smooth, glistening skin of her center. “Are you wet for me?”
“Soaked,” she pants.
My tongue runs along her opening, flicking her clit.
“So good.”
“More, Hunter. Please.”
I love it when she begs.
I cover her with my mouth, my tongue toying with her clit. She writhes beneath me, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. The sounds she’s emitting are sexy as hell. Sliding my finger into her, I work it in and out. Withdrawing my finger, I replace it with two.
“Oh, God, Hunter.”
Her body moves, fucking my fingers, taking what she needs from me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
My mouth covers her clit, sucking the already sensitive bud until she tumbles over the edge. She cries out in ecstasy as she rides out the pleasure of her orgasm. Her body collapses, relaxing on the desk.
“I think this should be one of our Christmas traditions.”
“I agree,” I say, pressing a kiss to her stomach.
CHAPTER11
QUINN