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through her, strong enough to power a whole city’s worth of Christmas trees. Sweat dotted her skin, gathering at her hairline, between her breasts, and at the base of her neck. Her back arched. Her body thrashed against Eric’s fingers as they continued to thrust into her, riding through each quiver and convulsion of the most powerful orgasm of her life.
    In small parcels she came back to herself. Eric smoothed his fingers over her body, paying special attention to her reddened ass, the sensitive dimples along her lower back, the extended nerves racing from her spine. Her head slumped under the weight of her pleasure. She pressed her sore cheeks into Eric’s velveteen-covered thighs to hide her embarrassingly satisfied smile.
    “That was amazing.” He purred against her neck, the warm vibrations prickling her skin. “So beautiful.”
    She couldn’t remember the last time someone had called her beautiful. Josh hadn’t been one for compliments. She hadn’t realized how much she missed being doted on, admired, loved. Her already vulnerable heart glowed at Eric’s adoring words.
    She brushed her lips along his knee, grazing him with a long, drawn-out kiss. If she didn’t watch out, she was going to become too attached. This was only her gift, only for tonight. She had to remember that, or tomorrow, when he got up and left, her heart might scatter into a million sharp pieces like a dropped glass ornament.
    “Have you been punished enough?” he asked, shifting his knees beneath her so his hard pole stuck deeper into her stomach. Saliva gathered in her mouth. She was definitely ready for the next step, whatever that may be.
    “Yes,” she moaned. He held his hand threateningly still against her flesh, her muscles spasming like the burn of an iron against her back. She swallowed, her pussy convulsing at the dominance in his steady touch. “Yes, Santa.”
    “Good,” he growled into her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and her nipples peak, hard and achy.
    Callie shifted across his lap, pushing her palms forward, releasing the plush pant leg she’d grabbed in the heat of her punishment. Her arms shifted against the strong, soft ribbon holding her bound. He had to release her now. He couldn’t keep her this way, not the whole night, Callie convinced herself, wetness weeping between her legs at the idea of remaining wrapped.
    Eric laughed above her, as if reading her mind. “I’m not through with you yet.” His tone was dark, thick, husky. “I don’t plan on releasing you until I’ve granted every Christmas wish on your naughty list, and more.” Callie shook at his words, needy and desperate all over again, regardless of her recent tree-topping orgasm.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Gripping her shoulders, Eric leveled Callie up, helping her stand on shaky legs. His own body was shaking as well. His cock was so hard he thought he might have trouble standing. He’d dreamed of being with Callie for years, loving her in every position, vulnerable and open to him, decked in erotic clothing, from thongs and teddies to whipped cream and latex.
    But he never could have envisioned she’d be this responsive. Screaming, crying, moaning, whimpering in his arms. A pang throbbed deep in his heart, needing more. Now that he knew how she’d respond to his every tone and touch, they could never be just friends again. He loved her, completely and without condition. The only question left was when to tell her.
    She was beautiful, standing before him in her small nighttime tank and panties, her body toned from years of sports and days of chasing elementary school children as she taught them the games she loved. Her deep breaths pushed her small, supple breasts up against the soft jersey tank, her nipples pointing out suggestively.
    Her eyes were large and twinkling. Her sweet pink mouth parted on a gasp, kissably soft. His mouth watered, desperate to taste those lips, to