His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: THE EXPERT: Chapter 4

The function room is crammed and busy, people are standing around as they chat, circular tables are set with the finest silverware and flowers sit proudly in the centers. Thomas smiles as he looks around. “This way.” He pulls me by the hand to the bar. “What would you like to drink?” he asks.

“Do you think it’s a good idea if you drink?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“I’m not sure….”

“What are you afraid of…that I’ll fuck you on Graham’s table?”

A stupid grin covers my face at the thought.

“Oh…it’s only okay if we’re making dickhead jealous, I’ll note that down.” He fakes a smile and goes to the bar.

I roll my lips to hide my smile, he’s kind of cute when he’s grumpy like this.

He returns momentarily with two glasses of wine and passes me mine; I take a sip and wince.

“No good?” He frowns.

I subtly shake my head.

“I’m almost scared to try it.” He takes a tentative sip and crosses his eyes. “Good god.” He licks his lips as he tries to deal with the flavor. “We’re in Paris for fuck’s sake, isn’t the champagne supposed to be good here?”

“Not all things are good in Paris.”

“So it seems.” He fakes a shiver and I giggle.

“We should mingle.” I look around.

He exhales heavily. “Fine.”

“You know, you were a lot cuter when you did what you were told,” I murmur under my breath.

“Ha.” He rolls his eyes and takes another sip as he winces.

“What does ha mean?”

“It means you’re one to talk.”

“Meaning what?”

“You were a lot cuter when you were all kissy and cuddly last night but do you see me complaining?”

“You’re sulking, that’s the same thing.”

He pretends to laugh and then drops his face deadpan. “You can stop talking now, Elizabeth…you’re grating on my nerves.”

“Ha. You’re grating on my nerves.” I take a sip and wince. “This is so fucking bad.”

“Atrocious,” he mutters as he takes another sip.

“If you hate it so much why are you still drinking it?” I whisper.

“Because there’s nothing else to do here…nothing that I want to do anyway.”

“What does that mean, what do you want to do?”

“We could go upstairs and take a bath or something,” he says casually. “Wash your mind a little.”

“My mind is not dirty.” I look around the room, “Unlike yours.”

“My mind is focused on good clean fun and dirty has nothing to do with it.” He holds his glass up to a silent toast, “So…let’s read the room,” he says.

“Okay,” I whisper. “The man and woman in the yellow dress in the corner are the Baxter’s. Brilliant at their job but mad swingers and at last year’s conference got rolling drunk and invited everyone back to their room for an orgy.”

“Nice.” He nods as his eyes linger on them, “Did anyone go?”

“Just me,” I lie.

He smirks and taps his glass on mine. “That’s our backup plan sorted for the night then.”

“There is the Vesper team, they bring like ten staff with them every year.” I point in their direction. “Weird nerdy men who do absolutely no work while here but all volunteer to come because they want a trip away.”

“Smart.”

“We have the iMac girls.” I gesture to the group of girls in the center. Every one of them is young and gorgeous. “They are the kind of girls I imagine you like on the outside.”

He looks them up and down. “Bit young aren’t they?”

“Oh please,” I scoff.

“I don’t want to sleep with a little girl. I like women over thirty. Actually, thirty-five is my sweet spot.”

“How old are you?” I frown.

“Thirty-six. How old are you?”

“Older than that.”

“Cougar hey?” He raises a suggestive eyebrow.

“Not in the least.” I spot the target. “That’s Mrs. Reynolds, she’s the one who holds this conference and the one we need to win the account from.”

“Tell me more about her?”

“Widow, French. Billionaire.”

His eyes linger on our subject. “Billionaire hey?”

“Yes.” I sip my drink. “She’s the kind of woman you should go for.”

“Eww.” He screws up his face. “My dick would not be in agreement with that plan.”

I giggle, glad that our easy banter has returned. “Anyway, good thing because you are supposed to be my boyfriend, anyway.”

“Fiancé,” he mouths. “Get it right.”

“Right.”

“Where are we getting married again?” he asks.

“Hawaii.” I sip my wine. “Apparently.”

“Are you wearing a white dress?” He looks around the room as he talks. “Because I think you should seeing you’re a born-again virgin.”

“Of course, because I didn’t have sex with you obviously means I’m a born-again virgin?” I mutter as I drain my glass. “I’m not sure if you know this…but you aren’t irresistible.”

“Ha,” he scoffs. “I don’t know if you know this…but you aren’t fooling me.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper.

“I know.”

“Know what?”

“Hello,” Graham’s voice says from behind, we both turn to see him standing with Melody.

“Hello.” Thomas smiles. “How was your morning?”

“Good thanks.” Melody smiles. “I’m literally like starving.”

“Oh my god, like me too.” Thomas widens his eyes all excited-like and I have to bite my lip to hide my smile, he’s such a smart-ass.

“Stop,” I mouth discreetly, he smiles into his glass as he takes a sip of the poison.

“Graham,” he says. “You must really work out, man, you’re in great shape.”

Graham smiles proudly as he looks down at himself. “I do my share.”

I snort my wine up my nose, Graham does not do his share…he has no share in the shape department.

“Looks like you do a lot of people’s share.” Thomas squeezes his bicep. “Impressive.”

Graham chuckles, oh hell…he can charm men too.

Now I’ve officially seen it all.

“When you two have finished feeling each other up we need to take a seat,” I mutter dryly.

“This way.” Thomas leads me by the hand and we sit down, unfortunately Graham and Melody sit at our table. Thomas grabs my hand in his and puts it onto his lap over his crotch and I feel his hard erection as he flexes under my fingers.

What?

I discreetly widen my eyes at him and he gives me a playful wink.

This man is a fucking sex maniac.

The table breaks into chatter but all I can focus on is the heat coming from the hard cock under my hand.

Thomas casually twists the ring on my finger as he talks and I have an out-of-body experience.

It’s nice having him here with me. Well, not necessarily Thomas, it’s nice having someone here with me. I’ve been on my own for so long, I think I was alone even when I was married. It’s ironic that I feel that I can trust a man who I’ve hired to be my date more than I could ever trust my husband.

I watch Graham and Melody and the way he speaks to her and I see a former version of myself. The weaker version.

Maybe my marriage didn’t fall apart, maybe I was never meant to marry him in the first place. Maybe the universe was just rectifying my mistake.

That’s it…isn’t it?

The epiphanies keep coming, blow after blow.

Thomas laughs and chats with everyone at our table, he’s so charismatic and endearing while I sit and eat and think in silence.

I wonder what his personal life must be like, he could have any woman he wants.

Does he date like a regular guy or…is he in love with someone…what’s it like to live in his shoes?

I’ve never met anyone like him.

His fingers circle on the back of my shoulder. “You okay?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re very quiet. You’ve hardly said anything the entire two hours.”

“Not much to say.” I force a smile.

I glance at my watch, what…. We’ve been here for two hours?

“That brings a conclusion to our luncheon. The first seminar will be in the Starling Room in five minutes.”

Thomas looks around the table. “See you all tonight, everyone.” We stand and walk a little to the side and he leans in and kisses me, his lips linger over mine. “Tonight.” He smiles against my lips. “I can’t wait.”

My heart skips a beat at his close proximity as he kisses me some more and I giggle and pull out of his grip. “Go.”

I turn around to see an older woman watching us. “Oh to be so in love.” She smiles. “You two are adorable.”

“Thank you.” I cringe, if only she knew. Adorable business associates.

That’s it!

Thomas

I sit at the hotel bar and sip my scotch.

Elizabeth is upstairs getting ready for the cocktail party and I’m waiting down here for her.

I’m a professional, I pride myself on my work ethic and my ability to separate my personal and work life.

In the last six hours since I’ve seen Elizabeth, I’ve been hard for five and a half of them.

My only half-hour reprieve was when I had a wank imagining it was her lips around my cock.

There’s something about this woman, she’s different to my other clients.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

When she kisses me…all bets are off. The thought of her not orgasming for six years has me hardly able to see straight.

I want her.

I want her beneath me, I want her on me, and more than anything I want to hear her moan my name as she comes.

It’s all I can fucking think about.

I sip my scotch, disgusted with myself. This is not in the playbook; I don’t lust over my clients. I never cross that line.

Sure I sleep with a few of them, not many if I’m honest, but I never want any of them like this.

I sip my scotch and look up to the door to see her walking in through it. She’s wearing a gray fitted strapless dress, her blond hair is up. She gives me a beautiful broad smile and every one of my cells stands to attention.

She’s here.

I stand and kiss her cheek. “You look gorgeous.”

Her perfume wafts around me and I feel my cock twinge in appreciation.

She sits down on the stool beside me. “What have you been doing all day?” She smiles as she sips the cocktail I had waiting for her.

“Wanking.”

She gives me a slow sexy smile. “How was I?”

“Sensational.” I sip my scotch as my eyes hold hers. “Although…would prefer something more…” I widen my eyes, “…3D.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “Let’s skip the cocktail party and get straight to the good part.”

“The good part?”

“The me railing you into next week part.”

“You’re such a romantic.” She smiles.

“I try my best.”

“For the record, Thomas, nothing is happening between us.”

“Why not?”

“Because….” She shrugs. “I’m not into you.”

“Liar.”

Her eyes hold mine for a moment. “Okay, you want the truth?”

“Yes.”

“As much as I enjoy your company, deep down I know that you are being paid to please me. I just wouldn’t enjoy myself knowing that you are probably hating every minute of it.”

“Trust me, I’d enjoy it, and besides, me and you are off the clock.”

“We’re not though.” She rolls her eyes as she sips her drink. “Forget it, it’s not happening.”

“But…”

“Save your moves for your next client, they’re wasted on me.” She leans over and kisses my cheek; her lips linger on my skin and she puts her mouth to my ear. “Pity though, the railing sounded pretty fucking good.”

Thump, thump, thump goes my cock.

I grab her hand and put it over my crotch. “Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you?”

Her eyes hold mine as the air swirls between us, I don’t care what she says, there’s a serious attraction going on here.

I take her face in my hands and kiss her. My tongue slides through her open lips and my cock really begins to throb.

She’d be wet and tight and…I bet she’d taste so fucking good.

“Thomas.” She pulls out of my grip. “Let’s get going.”

Elizabeth

You know those days that you have in your life that just seem…. Monumental?

I’m having one.

Something is changing deep in my DNA.

Epiphanies about my sham of a marriage, aroused by playful Thomas, my new look has me feeling more like myself than I have in years, and this afternoon I had the perfect pitch presentation for the Reynolds account.

I walk into the ballroom feeling like a rock star, a shadow of my timid self from years gone by. My newly gained confidence is somehow tangible, a force that I can feel.

My glow-up is in motion.

Thomas leads me through the ballroom by the hand and pulls my chair out for me. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Yes please.” I smile up at him, our gaze lingers on each other for a little longer than it should and I feel my stomach flutter.

How is he so beautiful?

“Back in a moment.” He takes off to the bar and I look around the ballroom. Huge chandeliers hang overhead and there’s a jazz band up the front playing.

“Wow.” I smile, I feel my phone buzz with a text and I dig it out of my bag to see a notification from my bank.

“What?” I glance over to Thomas to see him watching me with his phone in his hand.

I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.

He paid me the money back.

I sit stunned, what?…. I can’t believe this.

Eventually he ambles back to the table with our two drinks and takes a seat beside me.

“What are you doing?” I frown.

He sips his drink. “Whatever I like.”

“That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I smirk as my excitement begins to build.

“Probably.” He smiles.

I roll my lips to hide my goofy smile, “So…. Are you paying me for sex now?”

He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “That pussy better be worth it.”

I feel my face flush. “It will be.”

“Would you like to dance?” He holds out his hand.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles darkly and leads me to the dance floor and takes me into his arms, we sway to the music for a beat. “You know, I’ve never paid for sex before.” He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “What do I get for my money?”

“Whatever you want,” I whisper up at him.

Arousal swims between us as we stare at each other.

“Can we leave?” I ask.

“What?” He chuckles. “Now?”

“Right now.”

We bust through the door, kissing out of control, and he slams it behind us.

Suddenly we’re alone and his eyes drop down my body as he circles me, I feel like I can hardly breathe.

“Let’s get you naked, shall we?” he murmurs, he slides down the zipper of my dress and holds my hand to help me step out of it. I stand before him in my lacy white underwear, I’m even wearing suspenders.

Don’t tell anyone but I was planning on having sex with Thomas tonight anyway.

I mean…. How could I not?

This has just made it all the more perfect between us.

He undoes my bra and my breasts fall free, he smiles darkly as he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, he sucks on me and I feel it all the way to my sex.

He pushes me back onto the bed and lies on his side beside me. His hand slides down the front of my panties and my breath quivers as he runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.

My nerves are pumping.

“Oh…yes,” he breathes. “You’re so wet for me.” He slowly slides one finger into my body. “Open your legs for me.” He pumps his finger. “Just like that.”

My eyes flutter closed as we kiss, unsure if this is real life because it feels too good to be true.

His tongue in my mouth mirrors his finger, slow and steady…strong. He adds another one and then another as he slowly pumps me, my sex is so creamy and wet that the sound of my body sucking him echoes through the room.

My legs are back to the mattress now, I’m wide open for him. His fingers really begin to work me and I see stars.

“That’s it, baby.” He smiles down at me. “Let it go, sweetheart.” He pumps me with his thick fingers. “Clench around me, take what you need.” He bites my bottom lip and the sting makes me shudder hard. He smiles against my lips. “Fuck yeah…I like that.” He pumps me harder. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it, baby?”

His fingers get stronger and stronger and the bed begins to hit the wall.

My body slurps him in and dear god, how am I so wet?

My life flashes before me and my heart is thumping so hard that I can hear it in my ears. Every one of my senses is heightened. More intense.

Better…. So much better.

My back arches off the bed and I moan as a freight train of an orgasm hits me hard.

I shudder and shudder and shudder. My body is completely overcome with pleasure.

“Elizabetttttthhhhhhh,” he whispers into my mouth. “So fucking hot when you come.” His fingers keep slowly sliding through my dripping-wet sex as he stares down at me.

My arousal fog lifts and I look up into his eyes and he smiles down at me.

“If today was our last day, it’s pretty fucking perfect,” he whispers.

Embarrassment fills me, what must I look like moaning and writhing on the bed in literally two minutes flat? Nobody comes this quick.

He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper as my hand moves lower. I feel his erection through his pants and I clench to deal with the rush of excitement.

“I …” I whisper.

“You what?”

“I needed that.”

He chuckles. “No shit.” He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them. “Hmm,” he hums before putting them in my mouth. I stare at him, shocked, and the arousal down below begins to throb again, the taste of me on his fingers in my mouth.

He’s so naughty.

“My first orgasm in eight years,” I whisper up at him.

Fire blazes in his eyes. “The first of many this weekend.” He slowly unbuttons his shirt. “I need to get my money’s worth.”

I lie on my back holding my breath, is this a dream having him undress for me like this? His body is tanned and rippled and he has that V of muscles that disappear into his suit pants.

How the hell is this man so gorgeous?

In slow motion he slides his pants down and his huge dick springs free. Dark well-kept pubic hair and thick veins course down the length of his engorged angry cock.

Oh…dear god.

The air leaves my lungs, that was a little more package than I was expecting.

Fear flashes through me.

“You’ll be fine.” He smirks, reading my mind. “And if I was a better man I would warm you up more.” He lifts my leg and puts it over one of his shoulders as he lies over me, he licks up my leg as his dark eyes hold mine, “But I want to feel you struggle to take every fucking inch.”

I swallow the lump of fear in my throat as he nudges the tip through the lips of my swollen sex. He slides it through me a few times as I hold my breath.

“Relax,” he whispers.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” I breathe.

“Then we have a lot of making up to do.” He surges forward and I feel the sting of his possession.

Oh fuck….

“Hmmm,” he breathes with a quiver, his hands on the back of my thighs as he holds my legs back. “Fucking hell…. So good.” He pushes forward again and slides right in as he nails me to the mattress.

We stare at each other as alarm bells scream all around me.

Run.

Run.

Run.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like to have someone inside of you.

Overwhelming, terrifying.

So good that you can’t even breathe.

He circles his hips one way and then the other to loosen me up. “Now.” He smiles darkly down at me. “Time to earn your money.” He slams in deep and knocks the air out of my lungs.

Ahhhhhh!

What the hell kind of sex is this?

We fall into a rhythm and he rides me hard, the bed slamming against the wall as my body takes every inch. Deep punishing hits and I cling to him as I feel myself building again.

In this position I’m nearly scared to come. He’s completely in control of me as he holds my legs back. A sheen of perspiration dusts his skin as he pumps me and I smile up at him in awe.

Lost…. Or maybe I’m found.

Either way…this is the best night of my life.