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I want to feel Eb between my legs. I want to feel him deep inside of me. From looking at his huge cock with the broad head that’s wet with his desire, there’s no way I’m leaving until I get that. Until I have every inch of him.

  I practically hold my breath as the last of my clothes fall to the floor.

  “Climb up on the bed,” Eb orders. His voice is huskier than normal, full of need.

  I have a moment of fear, or maybe it’s embarrassment. Eb seems to understand because he reaches his hand out, rolling to his side, and pulling me into him.

  “You’re warm,” I murmur, somewhat lamely.

  “There’s no need to be nervous, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to make us both feel good.”

  “I know, it’s just I haven’t done this before,” I assure him, blushing.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “What? No,” I answer, feeling more embarrassed. “But I’ve always been in a relationship. I’ve never done this with a stranger before.”

  “We’re not strangers, Joy.”

  “I don’t think one date makes us friends, Eb.”

  “That’s where you are wrong, Joy,” he responds, taking my hand and guiding it to the base of his cock. He’s so big and thick that my hand doesn’t completely wrap around it. “We’re about to get very friendly.”

  “With what you are packing, if we get too friendly, I won’t be able to walk afterwards,” I tell him. I’m not really joking, but Eb gives a soft laugh. It’s a good sound and for some reason it calms me like nothing else could.

  I leave my worries behind. I may not have known Eb for very long, but being with him is comfortable, it feels right. That truth emblazons me. It makes me bold.

  I tighten my hand on his cock and instantly Eb groans. I keep the pressure and stroke him from root to tip and just as I get to the head, I curl my hand to one side. Eb exhales with a rumbling noise and his hips thrust toward me.

  “Fuck, Joy.”

  “You like that?” I ask, smiling. Sliding my hand back down his shaft.

  “I think you’re teasing me Joy. Do you know what happens when you tease?”

  “Wha-t?”

  My question comes out broken with a moan mixed in somewhere in the middle, because Eb slides his fingers between the lips of my pussy. They brush against the sensitive skin, sending electrical charges of desire through me. He stokes against my clit, before pushing hard against it. I whimper, trying to tighten my legs around his hand to ride. He moves his fingers in a small half-moon shape clockwise and then counter-clockwise, playing my body like an instrument.

  He repeats his movements over and over, all while kissing me and swallowing my cries. Finally, he pulls away so I can take oxygen into my lungs, but I whimper, because I already miss him. His lips make a slow trail down my neck and chest. When his lips latch onto one of my nipples, he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me, and my body comes up off the bed.

  “You’re soaked, Joy, but still so fucking tight. Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers. Do you think you will be able to take all of me inside of you?” he asks. Then, he somehow stretches me. I can feel his fingers drag and press against my inner walls and I can do nothing more than moan his name.

  “Eb, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “I need you inside of me,” I beg. My voice comes out harsher, almost to the point that it sounds more like a demand.

  In answer, Eb takes his fingers and his mouth away and lies on his back. I lift up looking down at him, afraid he is going to stop and that’s the last thing I want.

  He grins at me and then brings his fingers to his mouth. They are slick and glossy with my juices. I start to beg him for more when he wraps his tongue around his fingers and then sucks my wetness from them.

  “You taste so good. I loved the Christmas cookies you brought over, but I think my favorite flavor of the season is Christmas Joy.”

  “Quit teasing me.”

  He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open a small drawer. He grabs a condom and dangles it in front of me.

  “Put it on me,” he orders, his voice dark and demanding. It sends shivers down my spine. I take it from him, my gaze holding his. I love the look on his face and the way the dark color in his eyes seems to intensify. I put the foil wrapper in my mouth and tear it open. “That’s my girl,” he says with a smile. His thumb comes up to brush the corner of my mouth and I feel like purring in pride.

  I like that. I want to be his girl.

  I take my time sliding the condom down his thick cock and each time his fingers bite into my hips, all while thrusting into my hand, I feel pride. When I’m done, I stare at how tight the latex is on his shaft. I’m actually surprised it holds him. I must stare for a little too long. Eb slaps the side of my ass to get my attention.

  “Ow,” I whisper, still grinning, because it didn’t hurt.

  “On your knees and guide me inside of you, Joy.”

  “You’re so bossy,” I chastise.

  “You haven’t seen nothing yet, honey. Take me inside of you,” he urges again.

  I hold his cock, brushing his shaft against my clit. I whimper at how good that small movement feels. Then, I position him at my entrance. I slowly lower down on him, hissing at the way he stretches me with every inch I take.

  “So fucking good,” Eb growls, and then he takes over, grabbing my hips and pulling me down on him quickly. When he’s all the way inside, I have to catch my breath. Eb has his eyes closed and he slowly opens them and the look on his face feels almost like a physical touch.

  “Eb…” I whisper his name, so full of emotion, I’m not sure what I want to say.

  “Ride me, Joy. Take us both to heaven,” he orders, his voice dark, vibrating and so commanding I do it without question.

  Then again, I need him so much I don’t have a choice. I’ve got to have more.

  I have a feeling when it comes to Eb, I will always want more.

  14

  Joy

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” I laugh when Eb comes into the kitchen scratching the back of his head. His hair is all ruffled from sleep and he’s wearing nothing but jeans. Eb has an amazing body, his chest covered in a light layer of chest hair, his skin golden in color and abs that men would envy and women would beg to touch—or lick.

  “Who gave you permission to get out of bed?” He grumbles with a yawn, his big hand moving against his chest, scratching through the hair.

  Definitely sexy.

  “I wanted to fix you breakfast, before I had to leave,” I tell him, giggling as he wraps his arms around me and snuggles into my back. He kisses my neck, biting it tenderly enough that tiny chills of excitement run through me.

  “Who said you can leave?” he grumbles, his hot breath exciting me further.

  “I have to get to work sweetheart.”

  “Take the day off.”

  His hand moves up to palm my breasts, squeezing them gently. My knees weaken as I try to concentrate on stirring the scrambled eggs so they don’t burn.

  “It’s one of the busiest days at the bakery,” I try and explain, my voice soft and full of need. “I have to work. I should have already left, but I wanted to make sure you ate breakfast before you got lost in your work.”

  “How do you know I get lost in my work?” Eb asks me, surprise lacing his voice. He stops massaging my breasts, but he keeps his hand on them—possessively.

  “Because you left the bed at three this morning to go work on your computer.”

  “You were awake? I thought I wore you out enough with round three that you were dead to the world.”

  “I was awake, but I figured you wanted to work, so I just went back to sleep. Now quit teasing me, so I can get your breakfast on the table before I leave.”

  I’m almost sad when he does as I ask, and leaves me to sit at the small table in the corner of the kitchen. I put his food on a plate and slide it in front of him. He stares at it a moment and I start to panic.
Did I mess something up?

  I hate cooking, it’s true. Cooking is nothing like baking for me. Baking for some reason I find pretty and it feeds my creativity. The same will never be said about cooking—at least not for me. Still, I’m not horrible at it. I didn’t fix anything extremely difficult. It’s just bacon, eggs and toast. So his silence makes me feel unsure.

  “Where’s yours?”

  “I don’t really eat breakfast,” I shrug uncomfortably.

  “So, you just fixed breakfast for me?”

  “I thought it would give you energy so you could work and do what you needed to do today on such little sleep.”

  “You’re saying you were worried about me.”

  “I guess. Eb, it’s just breakfast. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want. I promise you won’t hurt my feelings.”

  “I’m just trying to wrap my mind around you, Joy.”

  “Your mind? I don’t think I understand what you’re saying,” I respond quietly. It was just one night of sex—really amazing, great sex—but still, it was just sex. Did I step over some invisible barrier that Eb has? I’m not really experienced in relationships based just on sex.

  Crap, I guess what we are doing can’t be called a relationship.

  “Last night you came into my room to rescue me?”

  “You could have been murdered. I didn’t know. You really should make sure you always lock your door.”

  “Wait. You thought there was a murderer in my room and all you had to defend yourself was a… tin of cookies?”

  “I…” I stop talking, because that is kind of crazy, but there wasn’t a lot to choose from on his desk.

  “What did you think you were going to do? Send him into a sugar coma with the cookies?”

  “Of course not. I was going to throw the tin at him or something. I don’t know. I was scared. I don’t exactly think clearly when I’m scared.”

  “If you were scared then why in the world did you come inside the house?”

  “You could have been dying!”

  “So you were rescuing me, you fucked me so good my balls are sore this morning, and now you’re fixing me breakfast, even though you are late for work. Do I have all that right, Joy?”

  “I fucked you?” I ask, my eyes widen with shock.

  “Until my balls were sore.”

  “I don’t know how to respond.”

  “That’s okay, I don’t want you to talk anymore,” he says, grabbing my hand.

  “You don’t?”

  “No,” he says pushing his plate back on the table and then practically manhandling me by lifting me up on the table.

  “Eb! What are you doing?”

  He blows out a harsh breath through his lips and pushes his shirt that I’m wearing up to my hips. His shirt is so long on me that it falls low on my thighs. When cool air hits the inside of my thighs, I stop moving and arguing. He’s not looking at me, but I am him and I see it.

  Desire. Need. Hunger.

  His fingers hook into the straps of my panties on my hips and he pulls. I lift my ass slightly to help get them off of me.

  “Fuck. Your little cunt looks even better this morning.”

  “What are you going to do?” I ask Eb, but I know. I know and I’m wet just thinking about it.

  “I’m going to eat my breakfast. Spread your legs for me Joy. Spread them wide for me baby.”

  “Yes…” I hiss the word, drawing it out because as I pull my legs apart, he lifts them over his shoulder. A moment later his tongue slides against the lips of my pussy, his mouth latches down against my clit and he groans as he sucks it and teases it with his tongue. His fingers bite into my ass and he pulls me even tighter into his mouth.

  I fall back, close my eyes and let him eat his fill, all while praying he never does.

  15

  Eb

  It’s time I admit it. I’m in deep shit with Joy. There’s no other way to say it. I like her. I really like her. Hell, I’ve been spending every night with her for two weeks and I’m not bored. I’m not looking at other women and I find myself looking forward for the time when she comes home. That alone is disturbing. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking about my place being home…with a woman.

  She’s a witch and has put a spell on me. I’d say she put one on my dick, but I like being with her even when I’m not fucking her.

  When she called earlier to say she wouldn’t make it by for dinner that she was finishing a rush Christmas order for the hospital alone, because Tina was sick, I wasn’t happy. I should have used the evening to write, and fucking relax. I tried. The house we empty, it was too damn quiet and I missed Joy.

  I missed her.

  Christmas Joy is a witch and I’m in deep shit.

  Instead of panicking however, I’m bringing Joy dinner. Like a… boyfriend. I don’t remember ever being that in my fucking life.

  “I’m sorry we’re closed,” Joy says, not even bothering to look over her shoulder when I walk through the front doors of the bakery.

  Several things hit me at once. First, Joy’s ass looks delicious in those tight black things she calls leggings. They cling to every damn curve of her body. The only thing I don’t like is that red, Christmas sweater she’s wearing that covers her ass. Still, she’s bent over so at least the cheeks of her ass are visible and it’s a spectacular view. Joy’s ass is definitely cock-salute worthy.

  Bending her over that counter, pulling those tight ass leggings down and fucking her ass-worthy.

  I’d enjoy the view further but, I’m too mad.

  “If you’re fucking closed, then why isn’t your door locked?”

  “Eb?” Joy cries, turning around to look at me and there’s happiness all over her face. She’s glad to see me. She wants me to be here and that’s just two more things that hit me. Things I like and definitely things that should add to my worry. Joy or I either one shouldn’t be this needy to see each other, considering she just left my bad this morning after I fucked her senseless.

  Hell. Joy might be more trouble than I imagined.

  Before I can yell at her more, which would be nice because I don’t like that she’s causing so many thoughts and emotions to cloud my judgment, she cries and throws herself into my arms.

  I mean that literally. Her body slams into mine. I remain standing, but it takes effort not to stumble back. I am forced to lock my arms around her too. Not because I want to hold her close or hug her. Purely because if I don’t we’re likely to fall.

  At least that’s what I tell myself.

  Then, because I’m stupid and even though I shouldn’t. Even though I should be running for the nearest airport to take me away from Juniper and all things Christmas Joy, I kiss her.

  Our lips touch and I swear… it’s like I haven’t ever kissed her before in my life. Even now, after weeks of fucking her, it’s like the first time my lips have been on her, it’s like the first time my mouth has touched her lips, and the first time I’ve tasted her, explored her, drank from her.

  Christmas Joy is a witch.

  “How in the fuck do you always taste like vanilla?” I groan against her mouth when we break apart.

  “I missed you,” she whispers softly, hugging me closer for a minute. She squeezes me to her and that, combined with her words, seeps down inside of me and settle in a way I’m afraid of. Because, I’m starting to think I will never be able to let Joy go.

  I step away from her, to catch my breath and hopefully breathe without the scent of vanilla clouding my head.

  “If you’re working late and here alone, Joy, you lock the god-damned door,” I growl.

  “Oh stop. Oh my gosh! What is that smell?”

  I ignore her question, wrapping my hand against the side of her neck and hold her head so that she doesn’t move. I tilt her head to look up at me, and bring mine down in close to her.

  “You lock the door when you are alone at night, Joy.”

  “Oh come on, Eb. This is Juniper we are talkin
g about. Here everyone knows everyone. I’m completely safe.”

  “You didn’t know me until recently. Anyone could come into town. Bad people. People who could ruin that pretty smile of yours, or people who could hurt this body, that I love, in ways you might never recover from.”

  “The only person in Juniper interested in my body is you, Eb. Now stop joking around. What do you have in that bag? Is that Clarissa’s chicken fried steak I smell?”

  “I’m not joking with you. I want your promise that you will start locking the damn door when you’re here alone after hours.”

  “Eb, you’re being silly.”

  “Joy,” I growl again. I’m close to turning her over my knee and spanking her ass for not being more aware. I know Juniper is a quiet town, but fuck, she has to know what this world is like. All you have to do anymore is turn on the news and see the shit that goes down on a daily basis. Her not locking the door and being aware is not excusable. I don’t want to think about Joy and this damn innocence she manages to keep—despite all the dirty shit we do in bed, being destroyed.

  “Oh alright!” she sighs, pulling away from me and locking the door.

  “Promise me,” I urge her, needing the words, needing her to agree.

  “If it’s that important to you, I promise Eb. I’ll make sure the door is locked when we close from now on. Better?”

  “Only if you’re telling the truth.”

  “I hereby solemnly swear to lock the doors when I’m here alone after hours,” she says with a smile, and one hand over her heart like she was reciting the damn Pledge of Allegiance.

  “Joy!”

  “I swear! Geez. You’re awful grumpy tonight Eb. I will lock the doors. Scout’s honor!”

  “Were you ever a scout?”

  “Didn’t we have this conversation once before?” she winks. “Do I get to see what’s in that bag that smells so delicious?”

  “I think I have a new goal with you, Joy,” I respond, watching her closely.

  “What’s that?” she asks reaching for the bag. I pull it behind my back and the strangest thing happens. I find myself smiling in the middle of the bakery with Joy wrapping her body around me so she can reach behind me, Christmas decorated cakes everywhere, a giant Christmas tree in the corner with twinkling lights, and annoying Christmas music blaring over the shop’s speakers.