Page 12 of A Very Cheeky Christmas

If I do this one crazy thing, at least I’ll get a fantastic orgasm out of it. I know that for sure. Because the man looking at me like he wants to eat me alive looks like he knows how to give one hell of an orgasm.

He gives me one those panty-melting grins. “I’m all stitched up and basically feeling no pain because of that numbing cream that Shayla used.”

I nod.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” he asks.

“I’m considering something. Weighing my options.”

“Yeah? What are your options?”

I walk closer to him. “Whether or not to have sex with you.”

He closes his eyes for a brief moment and smiles. “Oh, sweet thing, you should definitely have sex with me.”

I feel every one of his syllables pulse in my clit.

“There are things I need to know first,” I say. I step even closer so that we’re merely a breath away, standing facing each other in his entryway.

“Anything you want to know, I’ll tell you. I don’t have any secrets,” he says.

“I don’t need you to make me any silly promises. But I’d like to know that I’m not just another notch in your bedpost. I mean, have you fucked all the other women from the set?” I ask. I hate that I ask, but I do it anyways, because I know I won’t be able to relax if I don’t.

He winces. “Wow. You don’t think very highly of me, do you?”

I shake my head. “It’s not you. Just the industry as a whole. It does things to people.”

“True enough. Well, I can tell you this, I’ve never slept with anyone on that set or any other set. That’s not the kind of man I am.”

I frown. I open my mouth to further question him, but then close it.

“What’s the problem, sweet thing?”

“That just doesn’t seem possible. I mean look at you!”

“I’d rather look at you, Max.” Again his eyes take in my form—well, as much of it as he can see this close up. “You’re gorgeous. I could look at you all night.” He grabs my hand and pulls me so our bodies are flush. “Listen to me, darlin’, we don’t have to do a damn thing tonight. We can watch movies or binge a series or play battleship. I don’t care. I just wanna spend some time with you. Do I want to see you naked? Fuck, yes, but I can be patient if you need more time.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

We make our way, hand in hand, to his bedroom. Then he’s walking me backwards until the backs of my knees hit his mattress. I lock my legs to stay standing though.

His hazel eyes darken, the blackness of his pupils spread. “I’m gonna kiss you again, sweet thing.” That lusty gaze drops to my mouth.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips which suddenly seem so dry.

“Goddamn it, Max, you undo me,” he growls.

Then he kisses me. I’ve been kissed before. Even had what I considered to be a good kiss. A great kiss, I’d thought. But in this moment, with Andrew’s oh-so-soft lips moving across mine and the whisper of our breaths mingling together, it feels like my very first kiss.

We haven’t even started in with the tongues yet!

Then he licks my bottom lip and I’m ready to tear off all my clothes and offer myself to him like a virginal sacrifice. Am I technically a virgin? No. But the fumblings in the backseat of a limousine with my senior prom date named Mark hardly count. I’m not even sure he got it all the way in, and it lasted like seven seconds.

Why am I thinking about that right now when this beautiful man is—pulling away from my kiss?

“Where did you go?” he asks.

“Huh?”