Yeah, I love him too.
He’s still a pain in my ass, but I return the same energy, and the sex after the punishment is always worth it.
Like now.
My core is currently on fire, the muscle aching and trembling as Roman withdraws his hand for the third time.
“Please.” I hate that tears can be heard in my voice but denying my orgasm that was literally starting is torture. He’s gotten way too good at deciphering the precise moment to cut it off.
At this point, it’s more like cruel and unusual punishment.
Isn’t there a law about that? Or against the constitution?
Either way, I feel as though I’m being ripped at the seams, losing the last bit of sanity I’m barely clinging on to.
“Will you ever do that again?” He slides out of me to the tip before driving back in. He does it two, three, four more times until easing back and letting me find my voice.
Was it fun unbuttoning his pants while he was on the highway? Yes.
Did I find myself entertained when I found him already hard and waiting for my mouth? Of course.
Was making him come while he spoke through the car's Bluetooth with an important client the best thing I’ve ever done? Abso-freakin-lutely.
He’ll only get mad if I lie, so I sigh, relenting to what I know will be more punishment. “If given the opportunity, yes, sir, I will.”
He lets out a guttural groan, picking up speed and returning his thumb to work my clit in incredibly perfect circles. “You’re going to be the death of me, Miss Cartier.”
“Probably. And it’s soon-to-be Mrs. Chen to you.” I moan, latching my fingers on the edge of the granite countertops, and titling my hips so his cock rubs against my walls at the perfect angle.
He hums his approval, moving his hand gripping my hip to pinch one of my nipples. When I yelp, he smiles. “My perfect little slut. You are so fucking beautiful.”
My heart purrs from his words, and after that, it doesn’t take long before I’m right at the edge again. The overwhelming mix of emotions swells in my chest, and before I can stop them, tears pool in the corners of my eyes, knowing what’s to come.
But Roman doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even ebb the pressure.
When I find his hooded gaze, he only smirks. “You can come now, darling.”
“Oh, thank fuck!” He twitches, and I correct myself quickly. “Thank you, sir .”
Another two swipes of his finger and we come together, falling apart on his kitchen counter at the same time Freddy Krueger catches his victim on the TV. I watch in tandem as he tears her limb from limb while my own body implodes on itself, my violent orgasm ripping through my body until I nearly collapse against the granite.
Roman catches me in time, yanking me against his chest. I loosely wrap myself around him and let him carry me to the bathroom, smiling as he murmurs sweet nothings in my ear.
“You’re such a good girl. I’m so proud of you.” His big hand brushes my hair back as he manages to keep me in his arms and turn on the faucet.
Knowing I won’t let go, he sits at the edge of the tub, checking the temperature while his free hand caresses my arm, smoothing the goosebumps.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” I try to sit up, but my muscles are nothing but mush now, barely allowing me to lift a hand to grasp his chin.
He leans down, presses a soft kiss to my lips and stands, still holding me like an infant. “I’m going to set you down, and then show you, alright?”
I nod, albeit reluctantly, and brace myself as he slowly lowers me into the small pool of warm water.
A hiss streams from my teeth, but the slight sting is short lived as the warmth engulfs my aching muscles and relaxes them.
Once satisfied I’m okay, he disappears out of the bathroom door, and a few seconds later is back, an iconic Louboutin box in hand. This perks me up, my back straightening as I hold out my hands in a greedy “gimme” motion.
“Did you get me those black hot chick heels to replace my old ones?”
My favorite classic black pumps that saw way too many days and had reached a point where I felt comfortable to loan out. Let’s just say Monica is still on my imaginary shit list.
He nods but keeps the box far enough away that my wet hands can’t touch it. He smirks when I pout, and really, I don’t know if there is anything in this world sexier than Roman Chen, naked in our bathroom, holding a brand new pair of Red Bottoms.
He peels the lid off slowly, and when he tips the box for me to see inside, I fear I may actually pass out.
Yes, inside the box is a pair of classic black pumps. But they aren’t just black. They are painted with mini murals of Jason, Freddy, Jack from The Shining, Ghost face, Micheal Myers, everyone in horror. White roses lay in between some of the killers with splashes of red blood that remind me of the Queen of Hearts. They’re perfect .
I fucking love this man.
Energy restored, I rise from the tub and only make it halfway before he sets the box on the counter and prepares for my arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
I feel him smile against my ear. “Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Chen.”
My face hurts from how hard I’m smiling. I release his neck and kiss his lips so many times, I feel his hardening cock pressing into my thigh. Tonight, I think I’ll let him try that Hishi box tie he’s asked to do. Only maybe instead of ropes, we could use Christmas lights.
Decision made, I smirk, batting my eyelashes playfully. “Merry Christmas, sir .”
Acknowledgments
Thank you for reading the first book in the Holi-night novella series. Stay tuned for my pop up books in the series!
As always, thank you to my hubs who made this book possible with wrangling the kids and cooking me yummy meals. To my kids for always walking in when I’m writing the spiciest scenes. And to my incredible alphas and betas.
Garnet, M.L., Salma, Matti, Tasha, Gab, Andrea.
Y’all are the offing bomb and I hope you never leave me! & of course Lauren for the help insert winky face
Thanks to my amazingggggg editor and cover designer. Mackenzie and Ria, I don’t know how I got so lucky but y’all are incredible.
Again, thank you to everyone! I can’t wait for the next holiday I randomly decide to pop one of these bad boys out! Stay tuned.
About the Author
Lee Jacquot is a wild-haired bibliophile who writes romances with strong heroines that deserve a happy ever after. When Lee isn't writing or drowning herself in a good book, she laughs or yells at one of her husband's practical jokes.
Lee is addicted to cozy pajamas, family games nights, and making tents with her kids. She currently lives in Texas with her husband, and three littles. She lives off coffee and Dean Winchester.
Visit her on Instagram or TikTok to find out about upcoming releases and other fun things! @authorleejacquot