Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(42)

“I wonder what you taste like…maybe like this champagne?”

Tiny bubbles stay scattered on my skin as he pulls it out and quickly wraps his lips around my finger, sucking as he pulls it out of his mouth. Jesus Christ. I shiver. He looks down at me and smirks.

“I bet there’s not a single fucking part of you that isn’t delicious.”

I can’t speak. I’m drunk on Reed as Jace’s fingers weave through the strands of my hair at the nape of my neck, making me lean into his touch.

“Trust me,” Jace hums against my jaw, kissing down my neck, turning me into mush. “You’d win big making that bet.”

A whimper escapes my lips as my eyes close. Jace’s lips feel like the kind of velvet I’ve wrapped myself in. God, these two are really fucking good at this whole seducing women thing.

Because I’m seduced. Done. Sooo ready.

I feel a nip on my earlobe, causing me to shiver again before Jace says, “Is this un-boring enough for you?”

Damn, that accent. It’s an aphrodisiac unto itself. I grin, about to up the ante with a smart-ass remark that’ll get me fucked when a familiar voice cuts in on the sexy moment.

“And here I thought Christmas was still four days away.”

I bite my bottom lip as Reed and Jace step away from me. My eyes lock on Alec’s.

He’s smiling, standing casually with his arms crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall.

I wonder how long he’s been there. Enjoying himself. Like the delicious perv he is.

The music starts to play again, but much lower, making me blink and pull myself from Alec’s stare. I’d forgotten it was muted.

“You’re overdressed,” I flirt as I hand my drink to Reed.

Alec’s wearing green plaid pajama pants, and they’re hanging low on his hips. Damn, he really is a fine specimen. A model for the male physique.

But now, all I can think about is that gorgeous cock and what it did over my pussy. Something inside me pulls to Alec. Something? Horniness. That’s what. I might as well be sponsored by lube and the morning-after pill with the kind of ambition I’m possessed with.

I look up at Reed as I press past him, leaving him and Jace to watch me walk away.

I close the distance between Alec and me as he pushes off the wall, meeting me in the middle. His head lowers as I stop in front of him.

“You looked like you were having fun. Maybe I should’ve stayed quiet and watched it unfold.” He licks his lips. “Because I’d very much like to watch you come again.”

I shake my head at Alec, reaching for the waistband of his pajama pants before looking up through my lashes at him.

No, I mouth.

He smirks.

“No, I can’t watch you come? Or no, you didn’t want me staying silent?”

My lips part, but I don’t answer. Because I don’t have to. Alec knows the answer.

“Look who likes being a little tease.” Alec bends down. “But I saw you. I know what you really want.”

I blink suddenly, save the smile that’s blooming.

“Saw me?”

He nods slowly.

“Chicago’s my hometown, gorgeous. And when you like the things I do, a place like Church is perfect for a sinner like me.”

Holy forking shit. I open my mouth, then close it again. No way. That’s how they knew I was fit for the task of our X-rated Christmas special. Oh my god. Alec saw me watch those people at the sex club. My words drift out of my lips.

“Wait a minute. So…you saw me…like while I watched them—”

He cuts in, saying, “Yes, Samantha. I saw you. Watching and wishing. Stepping back into the shadows. Putting your hand down those black pants you had on.” He taps the tip of his finger on the tip of my nose. “I watched you come at the same time she did.”

I grin, but I know I’m blushing. Head to damn toe. And it won’t be missed because I’m wearing Christmas bondage.

“You were phenomenal. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he breathes out softly, and my entire body warms.

I can’t believe he saw me. But that means they know exactly what I want. So I slowly lick my lips before speaking.

“Well, since you know all about me, I’m counting on my mind being blown.”

My fingertips brush his stomach, gliding over the contours until I stop at the cotton string tied into a bow. I keep my eyes on his, pulling it free, before sliding my hands inside and snaking them down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

Alec’s cock’s ready and waiting. Bobbing as it hardens.

“You’re getting more than a good time, sweets. I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

Oh damn. I keep staring up at him as he steps out of his pants. Alec’s muscular thighs are on display as he rubs a hand up his abs. Over that sexy fucking happy trail until he reaches his chest.

He’s so sexy. Sexy in all capital letters.

I decide to meet his attitude and turn around, letting my ass brush over his dick. Knowing exactly what I’m doing. But cocktease isn’t in the cards. Because Alec grabs my waist, jerking me back, making me squeal as I’m shoved over, my ass pressing into him.

I gasp. Holy fuck.

His large palm runs up my back, fixing between my shoulder blade as his fingers grip my hip.