Chapter 10

Ten

Wynter

I gasped at the sight of the candlelit dinner set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I blinked back tears as I took it all in—the plates covered in silver domes, the creamy linens, the champagne chilling in a bucket stand next to the table, silver candlesticks and red roses, all against the snowy, fairytale backdrop. I never would have imagined Mateo planning something so romantic.

As I marveled over it all, Mateo strolled to the bedroom. When he returned, he wore his black, silk pajama bottoms and held the matching top out to me.

I wouldn't have guessed he'd be so considerate either. I might be getting comfortable with our bodies and all we did together fairly quickly, but I didn't think that quite extended to dining naked in front of the windows.

"Boss," Porter burst into Mateo's penthouse as I was just buttoning the last button of the pajama top. "They signed! The New Orleans deal is done! And we were able to snag a fab Santa for the tree lighting here at the hotel. All the guests' children are going to love it. And then we have the one in town. I might have had a hand in getting that one set up too."

Wow, that was a mouthful.

Standing in the entryway, Mateo's assistant, Porter, looked from his boss's glowering face to me. I slid behind Mateo to shield myself. I was in a top and nothing else.

"Sorry, Boss. Sorry, Wynter."

Damn. I'd hoped to find a way to disclose my identity myself, but yeah. That just happened.

Shit.

Fear gripped an iron fist around my heart.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Porter continued completely unaware of my inner freak-out. "I passed the kitchen staff and I figured you were just eating in your room again tonight."

Mateo pulled me out from behind him. He held me tightly at his side.

"You called her Wynter. You two know each other?" If I thought Mateo was glowering before, judging by the muscle ticking in his cheek, he was beyond furious now.

How many times had I lamented my invisibility! I would gladly take it all back and never complain again if only the hotel floor would swallow me up right now.

Porter shrugged. "Sure, it's Wynter. One of your junior accountants. Hi, Wynter. Umm…congratulations on the deal, boss."

Porter wasn't stupid. He didn't stick around to discuss things with Mateo. He left the folder he carried on the table in the entry and slid out the door with an awkward wave and one last look my way.

Bastardo.

My entire body wanted to burst into flames. Anything would be better than having to deal with Mateo right now

"Mateo, I can explain," I began, hesitantly hands clutched in front of me.

"Sit down, Angel," he said calmly, his vice slightly detached, his accent back in full swing. I tended to grow thicker when he was aroused or pissed. My best guess was the latter. He dropped my hand and pointed to the couch where my panties lay. "Make that Winter. "

"With a ‘Y,'" I added out of nerves, I guessed.

I sat down, doing my best to tug the hem of the pajama top down to cover my thighs, suddenly feeling exposed.

Mateo paced in front of me on the plush carpet, head down, brow creased.

"How did you know?" he asked in that too calm voice that sent shivers up my spine. "It can't be a coincidence."

I knew what he meant. As much as I wanted to play dumb, I couldn't.

"It wasn't, Mateo. I heard Porter mention your Jolly Nights account and your screen name." Flames of embarrassment licked up my neck and settled like low burning embers in my cheeks. "When I overheard, I don't know, I thought maybe I finally had something go right in my life for once and it was my one chance to get you to notice me. Since you never really saw me when you came to accounting I thought I had a chance to show you the real me."

He swore something under his breath. His expression grew dark and closed off. Gone was the Mateo I'd grown to know over the last few days.

"I never lied to you," I tried earnestly. A lone tear streaked its way from my eye, and I swiped at it impatiently with the back of my hand. "I just didn't tell you everything."

"You were a virgin. Your cherry was all over my cock. That part you did tell me, I'll give you that."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Do you know what you've done? Not only have I fucked my employee. I also took her virginity." Mateo was back to pacing, those worry lines back around his eyes. "What am I supposed to do, fire myself from my own company? Fire you and let you sue me for sexual harassment?"

"I would never. You have to know that, Mateo."

He stopped cold. "Do I?"

"Yes! You asked me to trust you with the one thing I consider sacred…us… and I did. Now I ask that you trust me. Know that what we've shared was real."

"Women are only after the lifestyle I can afford them." He started his pacing up and I knew he wasn't really talking to me, but rather working through all the details about our hook-up What we've shared. What I've shared about myself. He had to know I was telling the truth, but he had to get there on his own now. Anything I said would just make him lose trust.

But I feared my Christmas fling with a man I have loved since the moment I saw him ended the second Porter butted into the suite. And I only have myself to blame. Now I'll probably lose my job along with the love of my life.

I reached over, snagging my panties. It was the final humiliation, having them lie there on the couch taunting me with what we'd done in this very spot just a little while ago while he ended things.

I stood. "I'll just find my shoes and be gone."

Mateo had ceased his pacing. Now he stood at the windows looking down on Central Park. The lights in the room acted more like a mirror reflecting his frown and his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

I hastily dressed and gathered my shoes and purse. I was about to slink out the door when Mateo turned away from the window.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving, Mateo. You made it perfectly clear what this was before it started. I broke your rules. I'm not going to stay so you have the pleasure of kicking me out. Better luck with your next virgin." I headed straight for the door.

Mateo moved so fast, I found myself pinned against the door before I so much as blinked. I hated myself for weakening at his touch, but God help me, I did. I turned my head away from him and closed my eyes. "Don't tease me. It's not fair."

"You want to talk about fair?" Mateo's breath on my ear made me shiver. He flexed his pelvis against me. "Is that fair that my cock craves you even now? Is it fair that burying myself in your sweet pussy is all I can think about?"

I muttered thickly, "There'll be other virgins you can conquer."

Mateo drew a finger down the side of my neck, across my collarbone, and then dipped down to my cleavage. He stroked my nipple through my top. "I'm done with virgins."

He continued playing with my nipple. His breath was warm against my skin.

I arched into him, squeezing my legs together. It was no good. "Mateo, please."

"Please, what?" His free hand dropped lower, stroking my belly. "Are you wet for me, Angel?"

"Always." I shuddered.

"We have a real problem. I can't fuck employees. But you want me to fuck you, don't you, Angel?"

He slid his hand under my hem and between my legs. "Oh baby, you are so ready for me."

He cupped my pussy, and I started moving my hips against his hand, praying he'd slide a finger or two inside me so I'd have one more memory to cherish once he was out of my life.

"One last time?" I couldn't bear to look at him and see the contempt in his eyes.

Mateo's fingers spread my folds. Two strong fingers began stroking inside me while his thumb circled my clit. Mateo and his talented fingers. I was going to miss them.

My legs wobbled.

"Open your eyes, Angel."

I did as I was told. His intense gaze was intent on mine. My breath came in harsh pants and my legs trembled as I fought to remain on my feet.

"Here's what's going to happen, Angel. I'm going to fuck you because that's what you want. Right?"

"Yes." The word broke from me on a throaty whisper.

"How do you want it?"

"I don't care, Mateo. I just want you inside me." My tone was pleading.

"I am inside you, Angel. I know you can hear that." He slid his finger in and out of my sopping pussy.

"I need your cock inside me."

Mateo's grin turned feral. "That's my little virgin. She loves riding my cock. But before I give you that, you need to answer one question for me."

I nodded. Mateo was doing amazing things with my clit, but every time he got me close to shattering, he slowed down. I was ready to give him anything he wanted. Whatever he wanted. Anything. I'd give him anything. Always.

"Mateo?" I pleaded.

"Yes, Angel?"

"Please. I'm so close."

"I know you are, Angel. I am too." Mateo withdrew his hand. A sob escaped me.

"Shhh, Angel. I've got you." He unzipped his pants and freed his thick, veined cock, the fat head dripping pre-cum for me. He pulled me down to the floor, pushing my skirt up. "Ride me, Angel."

The promise of release had relief flooding through me. I straddled Mateo and impaled myself on his rock hard cock. Nothing had ever felt as good as having him deep inside me. I arched my back at the fullness. I tried not to think of anything but how complete I felt when we were joined together.

Mateo thrust his cock up inside me as I glided up and down the length of him, bouncing on his hips. Every time he slammed back inside me I felt better than the time before.

My orgasm shimmered just out of reach. I could see stars behind my closed eyelids, and I rode Mateo with everything I had inside me.

"Come on, Angel. Come for me." Mateo gripped my hips hard, sealing our bodies together.

I squeezed him with my thighs as fireworks exploded inside me, setting off a chain reaction that sent electricity surging through me. "I'm coming, Mateo!"

"Look at me, Angel." Mateo's command broke through the haze I floated in.

I fought my way back to reality and managed to open my eyes.

"Good girl." Mateo's hands held me to him as firmly as his gaze held mine. "Marry me, Angel."

Mateo's hips pumped up once and again and again until he pounded another earth-shattering orgasm out of me. My body bowed as pleasure shot through me, but I never lost his gaze as I cried out, "Yes, yes, yes!"

I shook my head gasping loudly, desperate for air. Every single inch of his cock pulsated feeding me his milk one hot spurt at a time.

Strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me down. Out rushing heartbeats blended as one.

We were still on the plush carpet on his living room floor. He stayed inside me and I couldn't stand the thought of moving. I finally managed to tip my head back against his chest so I could look at him in wonder.

"Mateo, did you ask me to marry you?"

His arms tightened around me, holding me against his heart. "I did. And you agreed. I can't keep fucking my employee, but I sure as hell can fuck my wife."

A giggle escaped me and I snuggled into him, trailing my hand over him to reassure myself this was real.

"Merry Christmas, Mateo. I love you," I whispered and pressed a kiss to his chest right over his heart.

"I love you, Angel. Now let's stop talking. I have other ideas for that mouth of yours."

And I happily complied.