His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: THE EXPERT: Chapter 2

“Yes,” I whisper angrily down the phone. “He made me go shopping for sexy clothes after he had the audacity to call me mumsy and I had my hair done, which I have to admit does look pretty good. But I draw the line now because he thinks he’s coming to my room to practice kissing.”

“Ha-ha, this is the best day of all time.” Kerry laughs.

“Are you fucking serious?” I whisper. “I do not want to kiss this man.”

“Not even a little?”

Maybe a little.

“Absolutely not.”

Knock, knock, sounds on my door.

My eyes widen in horror. “Oh my fucking god, he’s here,” I whisper in a panic.

“Just kiss him,” Kerry fires back. “Hell, fuck his brains out the entire weekend.”

“You are a perverted sex maniac, Kerry, and I don’t know how we’re friends. Good. Bye.” I hang up.

Knock, knock, sounds again.

I drag my hands through my hair and jump up and down.

This can’t be happening.

“Elizabeth,” Thomas calls through the door. “I know you’re in there.”

I open the door in a rush. “What do you want?” I blurt rudely.

He steps past me into my room. “Close the door.”

“Aren’t you supposed to wait to be invited into a lady’s room?”

He gives me a slow sexy smile. “If I were a gentleman and you were a lady I suppose that would be true.” He takes me roughly into his arms. “But I’m here to serve you and today we are in training.” He looks down at me as his eyes dance with mischief. “Let’s start here.” His lips drop to my neck and he softly kisses me there.

This is an absolute disaster….

He gives me a gentle shake. “Go floppy, relax into my arms. You’re as rigid as a fucking ruler.”

He massages my shoulders in big circles. “Relax into my touch.” He must realize how traumatizing this is for me. He gives me a kind smile. “I’m on your side, Elizabeth, this is only going to work if you trust me,” he says softly. He puts his finger under my chin and lifts it so that I have to look him in the eye. “Relax into me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, I let my body relax a little.

“That’s it.” He pulls me closer. “Now, fit your body into mine.” His arm around my waist pulls me closer still and my breasts sit up against his chest and he smiles down at me. “See how our bodies fit like this?”

I nod.

“This is Coupling 101. Intimate couples have a way that they touch each other. When they hug they fit, when they hold hands they’re in sync. Our bodies have to mirror each other and the only way we get to that point is practice. Yes?”

I give a weak shrug.

“Now kiss me,” he says.

My eyes widen. “This is really unnecessary.”

“Kiss. Me.”

“Thomas.”

His lips take mine, softly and barely there.

The scent of his aftershave floats around me, the hardness of his body up against mine begins to steal my brain.

It’s been a long time since a man has touched me in any shape or form.

“Good, keep going,” he coaches me as his lips take mine again, the kiss lingers this time, a little more tongue. “That’s it.” He pulls me closer and our kiss deepens, his tongue swipes through my mouth and I feel my feet float off the floor.

“Excellent,” he breathes against my lips. “More.” My body completely melts against his as he really kisses me.

Good lord….

We pull out of the kiss and he steps back from me, his eyes locked on mine. “Very good, Elizabeth.” He smiles darkly. “I sense a tiger trapped inside of you.”

“You’re hilarious.” I turn toward the window and widen my eyes to myself in horror.

Lock it up, bitch.

“I think that’s enough practice for today,” I say sternly. “The conference doesn’t start until tomorrow.”

“Good idea.” He adjusts his dick in his suit pants. “Not sure I could handle any more today to be honest.”

I feel myself blush.

“Do you want to grab some dinner?” he says casually.

“I….” I hesitate, I do want dinner but not with him.

“Just food.” He smirks as if reading my mind. “I know a great restaurant not far from here.”

“Umm.” I shrug, I guess it couldn’t hurt. I have to see him all weekend anyway. “Sure.”

“Let’s say we meet in the foyer in….” He glances at his watch. “In an hour?”

I nod.

He turns to leave and then turns back. “Oh, and Elizabeth.”

“Yes.”

“Wear the black dress and your new heels.”

I go to open my mouth to protest.

“And the black lingerie,” he adds.

“I really don’t think….”

“Stop thinking and do as I say,” he cuts me off.

“It’s just dinner between work colleagues,” I tell him.

“I know, but if you know how good you look in one outfit, why would you wear anything else? Stop hiding yourself, Elizabeth.”

My eyes search his.

“I’ll see you soon, wearing the red lipstick, in the black dress, the black heels and the black lingerie.”

“Nobody is going to see my lingerie, Thomas.” I sigh.

“You will, Elizabeth.” His eyes hold mine. “You will.” He tucks a piece of my newly blond hair behind my ear. “And that’s the only person that matters.” He smiles softly. “Wear it for you.”

Without another word he turns and leaves, the door clicks closed behind him and I stare at it for a beat.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

A million emotions run through me, none of them corporate or innocent.

I rush to the bathroom and strip off my clothes and put a shower cap on over my newly blow-dried hair, I don’t want to mess this up. Lord knows it will never look this good again.

I stand under the hot water of the shower as my mind wanders back to our kiss and the way he pulled me closer.

A slow throb is beginning to build….

Stop. It.

Business transaction…nothing more.

The elevator doors open and I step out into the hotel foyer.

As requested I’m wearing my sexy new clothes. A black wrap dress with a plunging neckline, black strappy stilettos, and if I move the right way my black lace bra peeks out. Oh and who could forget the red lipstick?

For me….

Ha, who am I kidding? Me has nothing to do with this but I do like the pretense of it anyway, it won’t hurt to humor him a little.

“Wow.” Thomas smiles as his eyes drop to my toes and back up to my face. “Elllllizzzbeeeth,” he purrs. “Meeee-owww.”

I try to hide my goofy smile. “Stop it, you fool.”

He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we go?”

“Uh-huh,” He takes my hand in his and leads the way.

“We don’t need to practice holding hands.”

“Who’s practicing?” He smiles over his shoulder. “I’m showing you off.”

“Handsome and full of shit.” I roll my eyes. “You are the jack of all trades, Thomas.”

He chuckles and kisses my hand as it rests in his. “Master of none.”

We walk up the street and I concentrate on not wobbling in my shoes, it’s been a long time since I wore heels. “So where is this restaurant?” I ask.

“Just up here.” He gestures to the street. “The food is unbelievable.”

Like the night.

Who would have ever believed I would be in Paris at Christmas dressed like this with a man like him…. I know this is all a sham but damn it’s fun pretending.

We arrive at a small quaint restaurant; it has huge windows, and black wrought-iron chandeliers hang low. Thomas pushes through the heavy front doors and we arrive at the reception desk. “Bonjour, j’ai une table réservée au nom de Stone,” he says.

The waiter smiles. “Par ici, monsieur.” We follow him to a small round table near the window, two tall red candles flicker in crystal holders upon the table and it looks straight out of a movie set. Thomas pulls my chair out. “Thank you.” I smile as I take a seat and he does too.

“Souhaitez-vous boire quelque chose ?” the waiter asks.

Thomas’s eyes flick over to meet mine. “What would you like to drink, darling?”

Darling.

If only I could think with fried brain cells. “Umm….” I frown as I open the menu.

“Champagne?” he asks. “We are celebrating.”

We are?

“Sure, why not.” I close the menu.

The waiter leaves us alone and Thomas smiles over at me.

“What?” I smirk.

“I knew you were hot under all that nerdy shit.”

I laugh out loud. “You did not just say that?”

“Yeah I did.”

“Well I’m still a nerd under these clothes.”

“A hot nerd.” He gives me a slow sexy smile. “What lingerie did you wear?”

I feel my face flush. “Thomas.”

He winks playfully and it’s official, Thomas Stone is the master flirt of all time. He really has found his calling with this job.

The waiter pours out a sample of the champagne and Thomas tastes it. “Lovely, thank you.” He then pours us a glass each and leaves us alone.

Thomas holds his glass up. “A toast.”

I hold my glass to his.

“To a once-in-a-lifetime weekend in Paris.” His eyes hold mine and the air crackles between us as we clink our glasses together.

From the very back darkest and deepest corner of my mind something tells me that Thomas has something in mind…but I’m imagining it, I have to be. What would a man like him possibly see in a woman like me?

“So…” I say to change the subject. “Where do you live?”

“Los Angeles.”

“Are you really a doctor?” I frown.

“I am.” He smiles, he takes a sip of his champagne. “You seem surprised.”

“Well.” I shrug. “This is a weird job for someone who studied for six years to be a doctor.”

He shrugs. “I work in ER two days a week so I don’t lose touch, but I do admit to loving this job a whole lot more.”

I sip my drink as I listen intently. “You must….” I hesitate.

“What?”

“Go out with a lot of glamorous women.”

“Yes and no,” he replies.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“Well, there are two types of women that usually hire someone like me.”

“Which are?”

“Glamorous wealthy businesswomen who don’t want the hassle of dating but need someone to take to events with them.”

I listen intently.

“Or women who are trying to regain their confidence and get back into the dating game.”

I nod as I process his words. “Do you sleep with many of them?”

“Hmm.” He twists his lips. “Some.” He shrugs. “But only if I’m genuinely attracted to them. I’m most definitely not a gigolo who is chugging down the Viagra to get through the night.”

I sip my champagne as I listen.

“So….” He smiles over at me. “When was the last time you were railed?”

I snort my drink up my nose and I cough spectacularly. “What?”

“You know what I mean.” He smiles into his drink.

“No actually, I don’t.”

“Like when was the last time your body was used for pleasure? No romance, no lies, or pretenses… just thoroughly well fucked.”

Used for pleasure.

Something about that sentence does things to me and I feel a rush of arousal begin to flood me down below.

“I….” My brain is fried and I have no words as I imagine what he’s telling me.

“Well?” He sips his drink as he waits for my reply.

“I can’t remember. My marriage was….” I shrug, feeling bad for even thinking it let alone saying it out loud to a stranger.

“What?”

“Our sex life was very….” I sip my champagne and widen my eyes. “For better words…boring.”

“He was a dud in bed?”

“I think we made each other duds in bed.” I shrug. “It wasn’t just his fault; it was mine too.”

He listens. “And he was on with this woman behind your back while you were still married?”

“Yeah, I was away in Hawaii and London a lot looking after big accounts. One time I was in Hawaii and I called him late at night his time and he was in the shower and I distinctly heard a woman’s voice, I could tell by the echo that she was in the bathroom with him.”

“Did you say anything?”

“I did but he said it was a crossed line.” I shrug. ”You know it’s weird, my gut told me something was going on. But I kind of blocked it out and was completely blindsided when it did all come out.” I shrug, embarrassed. “Stupid fool.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this, there is nothing foolish about being in love.”

“I don’t, I just feel so…pathetic.”

“Why?”

“When he got caught and I kicked him out, he didn’t fight for us. He just moved straight in with her.” I frown as I remember how devastating that time in my life was. “It was like we never happened, out with the old and in with the new within a week. It was the weirdest ….” I shrug. “I mean, usually there’s a transition of mourning for a marriage lost. He never regretted it for a day.”

“I’m sure he would have, even if he never showed it.”

“You haven’t met this man.”

“How long since you’ve had sex?” he asks.

“That’s a very personal question.”

“Answer it.”

I shrug, embarrassed. “A little over six years, the last few years of our marriage were sexless.”

His eyebrows flick up in surprise as he sips his champagne. “Bob must be getting a good work out then.”

I shake my head. “Nope. That part of my life completely shut down when I found out Graham was having an affair.”

“You haven’t orgasmed in six years?” he gasps.

“No.”

He gives me the best come-fuck-me look I’ve ever seen and something tells me Thomas has a new agenda.

Help!

I take a huge gulp of champagne; I feel like I’m in some exotic movie or something.

“This is your seat.” The waiter pulls out a chair at the table next to us as he sits a couple who have just walked in.

Thomas’s dark eyes hold mine and he licks his lips as if imagining something. “We need to rectify this situation,” he mouths.

No shit, Sherlock.

We stare at each other as my heartbeat echoes somewhere in the distance. He takes my hand over the table and lifts it to his mouth and kisses my fingertips, he then cups my hand around his face as his big eyes hold mine. He gives me a slow sexy smile as if to warn me of his intentions.

Oh….

“What is the special tonight?” I’m jolted out of my daydream as I hear a familiar voice. I glance up to see that Graham and Melody are sitting at a table just beside us and my eyes widen in horror.

What the actual fuck!

“What?” Thomas mouths.

I take out my phone and text him.

He reads my text and looks up at them and frowns, he texts back.

Something about this ridiculous situation tickles my fancy and I giggle as I read his text. He types again and I wait.

I giggle harder and take a huge gulp of my wine, this night is un-fucking-believable even to me.

Thomas’s eyes roam over the two of them and he texts again.

I put my hand over my mouth to hide my smile, I know I’m paying him to be on my side but damn it, it’s worth every penny. He types another message.

I frown in question and another text bounces in.

What?

He stands and walks around to my side of the table, “Going to the restroom, darling,” he tells me in a loud voice, he then leans down and takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Soft and passionate with tongue and suction and….

Jeez.

“Come with me.” He smiles against my lips. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Stop.

I widen my eyes, talk about making a scene.

“You behave.” He says with a chuckle and saunters off to the bathroom.

Graham has seen me; I can see his reflection in the window as he waits for me to look around. Of course I sip my champagne and look the other way in an attempt to ignore him.

Thomas walks back through the restaurant as every woman in the restaurant’s eyes follow him back to our table. He’s utterly gorgeous, the kind of man that stands out in a crowd. Wearing a linen sports coat and blue jeans, his dark wavy hair sits to just-fucked perfection. But it’s the confidence that he oozes, he has this glowing aura around him that says if I want your girl I’ll take her.

He sits down and takes my hand over the table. “What did I miss?” He smiles sexily.

“Nothing.”

He kisses my fingertips as he lovingly looks over at me.

“Elizabeth,” Graham says.

We both turn, acting surprised. “Oh, hi.” I smile, my eyes flick to Melody. “Hi, Melody.”

Melody fakes a smile. “Hello.”

Graham’s eyes flick between Thomas and me. “Who’s your friend?” he asks.

“I’m her boyfriend,” Thomas interrupts. “Who are you?”

Graham’s eyes hold his. “I’m her ex-husband.”

Melody’s eyes go to Graham in annoyance at him introducing himself that way. “I’m Melody,” she says.

“Hello, Melody.” Thomas smiles without hardly glancing her way. “So….” Thomas smiles. “We finally meet.”

Graham’s eyes hold Thomas’s. “I’ve never heard of you.”

Thomas chuckles. “I’m sure you haven’t, I met Elizabeth long before you divorced.”

Graham’s eyes flick to me and then back to him. “What does that mean?”

Thomas smiles and raises his champagne glass toward Graham and then takes a slow sip.

Oh. My. God.

Thomas is fully baiting him.

“How long have you two been together?” Graham says; he hates Thomas already.

“Oh, how long is a ball of string….” Thomas smiles over at me. “Our relationship spans over the last fifteen years.” He kisses my hand in his. “Doesn’t it, darling?”

What?

Graham frowns as if putting the puzzle together. “Meaning what?”

Thomas smiles and turns his attention to Melody. “How did you meet Graham, Melissa?”

“Melody,” she snaps.

“Right.” Thomas smirks sarcastically.

Graham glares at him while Thomas smiles back. “Well Melody, tell us all the details, how did you two meet?”

“None of your business,” Graham replies.

“A dating app,” Melody says at the same time.

What?

They met on a dating app.

He was actively looking for another woman while still married to me.

Oh…this one hurts…and I don’t know why, we are already divorced.

An emotion flashes across Thomas’s face and I can’t tell if it’s anger or satisfaction.

“Well, not quite as romantic as our meeting, is it, darling?” He smiles over at me.

I drain my glass and look around for the waiter.

More alcohol over here!

“When was that?” Graham asks again.

“Our eyes met across a crowded room.” Thomas smiles dreamily. “We fought the attraction at first but in the end it was too primal to ignore.”

“Where was this?”

“We first fell in love in Hawaii, I was there working and Elizabeth visited often.” Thomas frowns as if thinking and then shrugs. “Well I was in love, Elizabeth was just in lust and using me for sex.” He gives me a playful wink. “I wore her down though.”

“That would have been fourteen or fifteen years ago now,” I chime in.

Ha!

He smiles lovingly over at me. “For years I begged her to move to Hawaii with me. Of course.” He rolls his eyes. “She had this stupid notion of integrity or something equally ridiculous. Thankfully she finally came to her senses. We live between her and my house in LA now.”

Graham glares at Thomas, a red glow is all around him and I want to jump off my chair and punch the air.

This is the best day of my life.

“Actually we’re going back to Hawaii next year to get married. You two should come.” He looks between them. “After all, your sordid affair finally set Elizabeth free to be with her soulmate. I owe you two…big-time.” He raises his champagne glass in a fake toast. “It was the best thing that ever happened to us.”

Oh…he’s good.

If I scripted this meeting myself I couldn’t have written it better. I glance over to see Melody looking like she’s about to vomit.

“What do you do?” Graham snaps.

“I’m a doctor,” Thomas replies. “What do you do again?”

“I’m in recruitment,” Graham all but spits.

“Ah, that’s right. Elizabeth’s business.” He sips his champagne. “You must be struggling without the brains of the business.”

Graham is turning red with rage.

“Can I take your order, sir?” the waiter interrupts.

“Nous n’allons pas rester, merci quand même.” Thomas smiles.

“You speak French?” Melody frowns.

“Oui, je parle français.” Thomas smiles over at her.

She smiles goofily. “Oh….”

“Let’s go, darling.” He stands and holds his hand out for me.

He turns to the two of them. “We have another dinner to get to, lovely to meet you both.”

I stand and Graham’s eyes drop down my body and to Thomas. Thomas puts his arm around me and kisses my temple as we walk toward the door.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“What a dick,” he murmurs as he kisses my temple again. “I should have fucked you on his table.”

That would work.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we get out onto the street.

“Somewhere better.”

Six Hours Later.

Somewhere better.

True to Thomas’s promise, he delivered. I have been wined and dined and laughed around Paris.

Somewhere better was so much better.

We’ve drunk champagne and eaten beautiful food. We made friends at a bar and laughed until our stomachs ached. Every woman in the world was green with envy as Thomas held me close on the dance floor.

We walk into the hotel reception hand in hand and get into the elevator and we turn toward the doors.

Thomas looks over at me, his eyes drop to my lips as the air between us changes.

Fake.

Date.

Cut it out.

The doors open and he walks me down the corridor. “Where is your room?”

“This way. Where’s yours?” I ask.

“Three floors up, I’m being a gentleman and walking you to your door.”

“Oh. This is me.” I smile as we arrive.

“I had a great time.” He smiles.

“Me too.”

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, his lips lingering against mine as arousal swims between us.

My knees nearly buckle from beneath me.

“So….” he breathes against my lips. “Are you going to invite me in?”