“Jesus fuck,” rumbled deep from within his chest.
She stopped in the center of the room, put a hand on her curvy hip and jutted out not only that hip, but those fucking tits. If that didn’t catch his attention, nothing would.
She tilted her head as she took him in lounging on the bed. “Is that a complaint? Shall I return it?”
“You spent scratch on that?”
“Well, I had wanted to give you something for Christmas. You’re just getting it a little late because I had to order it online and shipping got delayed.”
Early, late, that wasn’t the fucking point. He was just surprised to get anything at all, especially after telling her not to spend her money on him.
“You spent scratch on that,” he repeated. She bought that for him, even though she was counting her pennies. She didn’t already have that outfit tucked away somewhere, she went and bought it for him.
For Christmas.
Best fucking Christmas gift he’d ever unwrap.
Hell, best Christmas gift ever.
The only thing better would be if she became his ol’ lady and it was his cut she was wearing over her naked body.
If she did agree to being claimed at the table, it would solve the housing issue. He’d have to move out of the apartment and get a place big enough for three of them. With space for Jury, too.
And maybe a second pup for Daisy so he could get Jury back.
That was another discussion they needed to have.
But they’d only known each other for about a damn month. And he knew Daisy would be her greatest concern. Rightly so.
He couldn’t have Cassie without Daisy. And he was all right with that.
But right now, the kid wasn’t on his mind. Right now, her mother, who looked sexy as fuck, was.
Because, fuck him, the silky baby doll negligee that hardly corralled her tits, and definitely didn’t hide even one of her curves, had made him hard as fuck.
Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, with just a few long tendrils falling around her face, her eyes held a naughty look and she wore a wicked smile.
He was torn between ripping that fucking thing off her or keeping it on when he threw her on the bed and fucked her until that mouth wasn’t curved in a smile, but in a big-ass O.
Or he could do both.
Yeah, fuck it. It was his Christmas present, right? He could fuck her with it on, then fuck her with it off. “Door locked?”
Her head twisted in that direction and she rushed over to double-check. “Yes.”
“Stay there.”
She turned to face him, the white door a perfect backdrop for his beautiful woman. Blue silk that matched her eyes touching every part of her he himself wanted to touch.
“Jealous of that fucking thing right now.”
“This thing?” She slid her hand over exposed upper curves, then the covered underside of her tits.
“Keep goin’,” he demanded, pulling himself upright against the headboard. He was getting comfortable for this show.
“Where do you want me to go?” The huskiness of her voice made his dick throb.
“You know where.”
“Here?” She touched the fabric at her stomach.
“Show me what’s beneath it.”
She pulled the hem of the baby doll top up slightly, exposing the little matching panties. “Like this?”
Fuck, she was a damn tease. “You horny?”
A flush covered her chest and cheeks, and her eyelids were heavy. Yeah, she was fucking horny.
“Are you?” she asked, staring at his hard dick which he was now stroking slowly.
“Slide those panties off and bring ‘em here.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’re awfully bossy.”
Nothing but a game. He played along. “Ain’t begun to show you bossy.”
She bit her bottom lip, slipped her hand into her panties and began to play with herself.
The woman wanted him to lose his fucking mind. “Told you to take them the fuck off.”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, her eyes closed, and her hand moved restlessly under the small scrap of silky material. She let out little gasps just loud enough for him to hear.
Damn wicked tease. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Baby,” caught in his throat. “Gave you an order. Gotta listen.”
She still ignored him and releasing her bottom lip, her mouth gaped open and her head fell back. A low, soft moan reached his ears.
Despite being annoyed at her for not listening, a smile crept across his face anyway. “Baby,” he said in a warning tone, as he heard her breathing turn to little pants. He stroked faster, watching her get herself off. “Cassie…”
Every muscle on her locked, her tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm, and she whimpered softly, but she jerked her hand out of her panties like she’d touched fire.
Her head snapped up, she shoved her panties down, and rushed over to the bed.
His fist had frozen mid-motion when she had stopped just before orgasming. And now he was scrambling to get a wrap open and over his dick as she climbed onto the bed and over his lap.
“Fuck, baby. Gimme—”
She knocked the wrap out of his hand and sank down on his dick, drawing both a groan and a bit of panic from him.
“Cass,” he growled, even though he did nothing to stop her riding his dick like he was a bucking bronco and she was hanging on for those eight seconds, because, fuck, her fucking him bareback was mind-blowing. “Cass,” he tried again. “Fuck!”
She sank down onto his lap, taking him as deep as he could go. Her blue eyes opened and she stared right into his. “The teddy isn’t your only Christmas present.”
What the fuck was she talking about? He certainly wasn’t looking to get her pregnant. They had a long way to go before he’d even consider that. Plus, he was thirty-seven now. Babies weren’t even in his plan.
He already had a son he didn’t see and, if it was up to him, a future “daughter” who wasn’t his. As much as he wanted Cassie in his life, he hadn’t even considered babies with her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Remember after Shade’s party when I asked you to get tested and I told you I’d do the same just to make it fair?”
“Yeah,” he grunted as her luscious ass ground into him.
“We gave them my email address to send the results.”
Fuck, between Christmas and all the Lange shit, he forgot about that.
“I read the email this morning.”
“Guess we’re good to go?”
“Yes.” She rose slowly, until the head of his dick was barely inside her.
“Ain’t the only reason to wear a wrap, baby,” he reminded her.
She slowly slid back down his length, then ground once more against him, making it hard for him to concentrate on her words. “You never asked because we were wearing condoms and I thought it was smart to continue, but… Merry belated Christmas. I’ve been on birth control since right after Daisy was done nursing.”
He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still, and pulled his head back to get a good look at her face. “Baby, it’s more than that, it’s…”
“I know. You got burned.” She cupped his cheek. “I trust you, Judge. One hundred percent. Do you trust me?”