11. Zoey

11

ZOEY

B y the time we get back to my place, it’s already starting to get dark. I open a bottle of wine and we drink it snuggled on the couch, the lights from the Christmas tree flickering across our faces.

Hugo called his dad and told him I wouldn’t be back in the office this afternoon and that both of us would be coming around for Christmas tomorrow.

Mr. Walker didn’t seem surprised. He said he had a feeling something was up, and he’d bought a large sized turkey just in case.

I lean back on Hugo’s chest, and he wraps his arm firmly around me. “I’m going to tell my dad about my proposal tomorrow.”

“You didn’t already?”

Hugo shakes his head. “When I told him I was going back to Mexico, I told him I didn’t want to take the over the business, but I didn’t tell him my idea.”

I frown. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to stick around.” His fingers stroke my arm. “Without you, there was nothing for me here.”

My heart quickens at his words.

“But with you by my side, I feel like I can do anything.” His arm tightens around me, and he kisses the top of my head. I feel warmth spreading through me, and I lean back against him.

“How did he take it?”

“Better than I thought. Clarissa’s got some good ideas about the business, and she seems to have re-energized him. They’re going to go into partnership and run it together.”

“That’s great news!”

“Yeah, let’s hope they like my idea.”

I pull his hand up to my lips and give it a reassuring kiss “I’m sure they will.”

“You’ll have to resign as his secretary, of course.”

I turn around indignantly. “I will not, and I’m an executive assistant, not a secretary.”

But his eyes are dancing with laughter, and I realize he’s teasing me.

“You don’t really want me to resign, do you?”

“Of course I do. I want you to come and work for me.”

My mouth drops open in surprise.

“But you have to promise to wear this prim outfit every day. And keep your hair tied back like this.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You like this outfit, do you?”

“No.” He changes his position so we’re sitting facing each other. “But I’m going to enjoy doing this every day.”

His hand reaches out, and he undoes the top button of my blouse.

“And this.” He slides a hairpin out of my bun and another one until my hair falls loose around my shoulders.

He sits back looking at me, his face glowing soft in the Christmas lights.

His fingers go to the top of my blouse, and he slowly undoes another button. Then another, until my blouse falls open.

“You’re beautiful, Zoey.”

The words are like a balm and I close my eyes, savoring the moment. His hand strokes my face, and I open my eyes.

He’s staring at me, his expression soft with love and longing. I lean forward, and his lips meet mine. It’s a slow, tender kiss that I feel all the way through my body.

His lips move slowly down my throat, leaving a trail of heat where his breath touches my skin. His hands slide around my waist, and a delightful shiver runs through my body. I feel a tug in my core, and I know that I want him.

My hands find his belt buckle, and I pull at it with trembling fingers. His hand reaches out to stop me.

“Not so fast.” He has a mischievous look in his eyes. “I want to take care of you first.”

He sinks onto the floor in front of me and his hand slides up my skirt, sending tingles all the way between my legs.

I gasp as his fingers brush my panties. He strokes me through the fabric, and I gush hot wetness against his touch.

“Let’s get these off.”

His fingers hook over the edges of my panties, and he slides them down my legs. He pulls them over my ankles and leans in to kiss the delicate skin there.

I gasp at the tenderness, the sensation of his warm breath on my skin as he slowly kisses my leg, working from the ankle to the knee.

He moves slowly over the knee and up the thigh. His kisses are so slow, so gentle that I’m moaning in anticipation by the time he gets to my upper thigh.

I spread my legs open for him as his lips find the soft folds of my pussy. He closes his mouth around me, and it sends a delightful shiver through my body.

His tongue finds my sensitive button and he licks me slowly, sending shock waves through my core.

“Hugo,” I pant as I grip the back of his head.

His finger slides into my wet opening, and I cry out at the sensation. He licks faster and I buck my hips, rubbing myself against his tongue.

I pull his head toward me, and I’m calling his name now as my climax builds. He slides another finger inside, and it sends me over the edge.

“Hugo!” I cry as the orgasm races through me like a bolt of electricity. My body convulses with pleasure, and I buck against him.

After a while, he slides his fingers slowly out and looks up at me, a satisfied smile on his face.

I sit up and reach for him.

“That was incredible, but I want more.”

I grab at his belt buckle, and this time he helps me undo it.

I gasp at the sight of him, standing to attention and glistening in the soft light.

He kneels before me, and I slide to the edge of the sofa. His dick brushes against my pussy and I take it in my hands, guiding him to my opening.

He pushes the tip in, and I gasp as my insides stretch around him.

“You ready?” he asks looking me in the eye, his gaze heavy with longing.

I nod, and meeting his gaze, I slide forward at the same time as he thrusts. His dick slides into me, and I cry out.

He slides out slowly and pushes in again. He grabs my hips and I lean back, letting him control the pace.

He moves slowly, deliberately, thrusting in and out, watching my pussy slide down his shaft.

Then he picks up the pace, I sit up and lean into him, and we move together, faster and faster.

I can feel the climax building in my core, and one big thrust and I’m over the edge. My body convulses as he cries out, and I feel him shoot his release into me.

We cling together, sharing our climax, riding the wave of pleasure together.

Afterward, he takes me in his arms and we sit on the sofa, holding each other.

He kisses me gently on the lips. “Merry Christmas, Zoey.”

“Merry Christmas.” I kiss him back, knowing already that this will be the most magical Christmas of my life.