Seducing Santa (Holiday Series Book One)

Chapter Twenty ~ Baby, Its Cold Outside

Grayson grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down into a passionate kiss full of all the pent-up desire he had been suppressing for days. His tongue pushed past her lips and he felt the vibrations of Holly’s groan as her hands drifted down, slipping under his shirt. Her small fingers lightly brushed his stomach and caused him to shiver. He had wanted her to take the lead but his control was completely gone and he knew if he did not have her soon, he might die from frustration. He grabbed the lower hem of her sweater and pulled it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to get it over her head before tossing it aside.

As if sensing his urgency, Holly reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Getting up from his lap but leaning down so her lips did not have to leave his as she slipped them off and kicked them away. Meanwhile, Grayson yanked at the buttons on his shirt, nearly ripping them off, before pulling the shirt off his shoulders and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. He stood up and lifted Holly up into his arms, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he walked towards the stairs.

They were still locked in a torrid kiss as Grayson, using his foot to find where the first step was, started ascending the stairs. They were about halfway when he stumbled but was quick to place out his hand and stop Holly from slamming her back into the steps. She had grabbed on tightly to his neck and let out a stifled squeak that was soon followed by a soft giggle once she realized they were safe.

“Screw the bed.” She said, releasing his neck and adjusting into a sitting position on the stairs.

Grayson went to his knees a few steps lower, looking up at her as Holly reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps of her lacy white bra before tossing it over the railing. She now sat only in her panties before him, Grayson’s head practically between her legs. He moved his hands to her ankles, sliding them both slowly up both her legs until he reached the top of her panties. He slid his fingers past the elastic band before pulling them down. Holly lifted her hips up to help him get them off and the image of such an erotic motion nearly sent him wild.

Her blue eyes, hazed over with desire, looked down at him in anticipation as Grayson leaned forward and nestled his head between her legs. His tongue stroked over her already glistening folds before pushing itself deep inside of her. Holly’s back arched, pushing herself more against his mouth and forcing his tongue deeper as she reached down and grabbed onto a handful of his hair. She let out a loud moan when he took the sensitive nub of hers between his lips and began to suckle, her legs softly shaking.

He ran his tough palms over her thighs as his mouth continued pleasuring her. Holly’s moans became louder and more frantic as her fingers dug into his scalp before pulling on his hair as if trying to bring him even closer. Grayson continued sucking on that bundle of nerves between her legs until he felt her whole body tense before giving way to body-racking spasms.

“Grayson!” She screamed in surprise.

He lifted his head, Holly finally releasing his hair as he gathered her up into his arms again and carried her to the top of the stairs. He pressed her up against the wall as he reached down and frantically unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his black boxer briefs. Holly was still trying to catch her breath as Grayson lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him as he thrusted deep inside of her in the same motion. He had not even bothered to take off his pants and boxers, both just bunched up around his ankles as he began moving his hips, pulling out of her only to push himself as deep inside of her as he could.

Holly had her arms wrapped around his neck, breathing heavily against his ear and her hot breath driving him even wilder. He was a man gone mad with desire for the woman who made him feel like he had not felt in over four years, or maybe even ever. He could not recall ever being this turned on in his entire life, even as a teenager with hormones raging. He trusted deep inside of her over and over again until he could feel himself about to c*m and suddenly realized in his delirium he had not even put on a condom.

“Holly, I’m about to c*m,” he ground out, hoping she understood.

“It's okay, I’m on the pill.” She breathed, her hand stroking the back of his neck in reassurance.

It was all Grayson needed to finally let go. His whole body shook with the most powerful o****m he could ever remember having. He struggled to hold Holly up and had to lean against her and place his arm against the wall for support as his whole body tried to work itself down from the high he had just experienced. He moved his arm back down so both his hands were grabbing onto Holly’s behind as he gently rested his now sweaty forehead against her shoulder, Holly’s hands gently stroking his back.

“I’m sorry…I just needed you so badly.” Grayson apologized, shocked at just how much he had lost control.

He felt Holly’s hands move on either side of his face as she lifted it up so he could look her in the eyes. Her blue eyes hazed over with satisfied passion.

“Don’t you dare apologize for giving me the best s*x of my life!” she chastised, giggling.

“Best s*x of your life, huh? Seems I have a lot to live up to for the next round.”Grayson teased, finally pulling out of her but not letting go of her as he started walking down the hall toward his bedroom.

“Next round?” Holly asked, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

“Oh yes, I plan to make love to you until you beg me to stop.”Grayson threatened, opening the door with one hand and holding Holly in the other before carrying her over to his large king bed.

“It may be a long time before you hear those words come out of my mouth.”Holly teased, letting out a little yelp when Grayson tossed her onto the bed.

“ Good, because I am not sure I will ever be satisfied.” He said, already hard and ready for her.

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The wind whistling through a c***k in the window as it blew hard against the thick glass, woke Holly from a deep sleep. It was already light outside but the sky was overcast with no sun in sight, frost building up around the edges of the window frame. It had to be near freezing outside but, Holly had never felt more cozy and warm. She slowly went to stretch only to realize an arm was wrapped around her, pinning her place. She turned her head to find Grayson’s face right beside hers on the same pillow. His breathing was still deep, hopefully meaning she had not woken him. She stared at him, unable to get over just how handsome he was as she reached up and gently ran her fingertips over his cheek and down to his jaw.

They had continued to make love through most of the night, ending up in the shower to clean off, but in the end, getting dirty all over again once they got back into bed. Holly had not even dried or brushed her hair and knew she probably looked a sight. She reached up and could feel her unruly curls poking out all over the place and glanced down once again at Grayson’s thick muscled arm that was holding her down. She bit her lower lip and very slowly tried to scoot out from under it, freezing when Grayson let out a groan and his arm was wrapped more tightly around her waist.

“Where do you think you are going?” he mumbled, one green eye-popping open as a lazy grin curved his luscious lips that she had kissed many times the previous night.

Holly looked toward the side of the bed, seeing an alarm clock that showed it was nearly eight in the morning. She sat up quickly, but then remembered her wild hair and quickly tried to push down her curls with her hands.

“It's almost eight. I should probably get going. I left all my things at my booth.” She let out frantically, reality suddenly crashing down on her.

Grayson sat up, reaching to take her hands away from her hair and into his. He smiled down at her before leaning in and placing a simple peck on her lips.

“I texted my sister and Isabelle, remember? I’ll give them a call a little later to find out what they did with your stuff, but until then…” He paused, his head bending down to place gentle kisses over her shoulders, and up her neck before reaching her lips.

“Haven’t you had your fill, Mr. Holiday?” Holly teased after Grayson had pulled away from the kiss.

“Are you asking me to stop?” Grayson asked, raising one eyebrow and looking up at her with what she could only describe as a devilish smile.

Holly bit her lower lip, it was damn tempting and she was about to give in to him, but just then her stomach began to rumble loudly. Grayson laughed and pulled her in for one last kiss before getting up out of bed, giving Holly a great view of his naked behind as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out what looked to be warm red flannel pajamas. He placed the top on the bed before slipping into the bottoms himself.

“I would give you some bottoms too, but they are probably too big for you. However, the top should be long enough.” He reasoned, “I’ll go whip up something to eat. Feel free to use whatever you need in the bathroom.”

Grayson headed out of the room, giving her one last long look before closing the door behind him. Holly jumped out of bed and rushed into the ensuite bathroom and let out a groan once she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair stuck out every which way and the mascara she had been wearing had caused dark smudges under her eyes. She searched through his drawers and found a comb, making her hair damp so she could brush through it more easily. Then she washed her face as well as she could and grabbed the tube of toothpaste and rubbed it against her teeth with her finger before washing out her mouth.

She walked back to the bed and slipped the large pajama shirt on, the hem of it reaching mid-thigh. She was surprised to realize she was a little tender between her legs and walked a little slowly as she made her way out of the room and down the stairs. She found her bra hanging on the railing and picked it up before walking into the living room and seeing that Grayson had already picked up the rest of the clothes off the floor. Holly walked over to where they were piled on the chair, but could not find her panties anywhere.

“Looking for something?” Grayson asked, grinning as he leaned against the bar with her panties hanging from his finger.

“So, should I add pantie thief to the list of your many talents?” Holly teased, walking towards him to try and snatch them away, but Grayson was quicker and lifted them up out of her reach.

“Talents, hm? And what exactly might some of those talents be?” Grayson inquired, still holding her panties above his head.

“Hmm, well you do have one very talented tongue,” Holly admitted, unable to hide her soft blush over the memory of the stairs and the first night they had spent together.

Grayson grinned mischievously before picking her up suddenly and placing her bare bottom on the top of the bar. He pushed her legs open and, without warning, bent down and put that very talented tongue of his to use. They were both so caught up in the moment that neither of them heard the jingling of keys as someone unlocked the front door. It was not until they heard someone gasp in surprise that Grayson jumped up and Holly pressed her burning face into his back as he turned to see who it was.

“Mom!”