His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: THE EXPERT: Chapter 5

I sip my coffee as the man sitting opposite me smirks into his.

Thomas the devil Stone.

“Yes?” I ask as I act casual. “Got something to say?”

“I’ve got a lot to say.” He rubs his foot up my shin.

“Such as?” I smile as I sit my coffee down.

His mischievous eyes hold mine. “You were worth every penny.”

I chuckle. “You’re a fool.”

“A satisfied fool.” He runs his fingers through his dark messed-up curls and I get a peek of his large bicep under his T-shirt.

“Why did you do that?” I ask.

“I always get what I want.” His eyes hold mine and it’s there again, this energy that zaps through the air, a tangible force.

It’s not love or emotion or anything deep that I can specifically put my finger on.

It’s like there’s this sexy playfulness that bounces between us and damn it…I might be addicted.

Thomas Stone is one hell of a lover.

His reputation preceded him, I mean, he comes with some serious credentials. Fifty thousand dollars for just his company and he refunded it all to have sex with me.

The best sex of my life if I’m keeping score…which I secretly am now.

Today…I feel different. My blinkers have been removed and for the first time in my adult life I can see clearly.

Alive like never before.

Last night we fucked and laughed and fucked some more, Thomas is intelligent and witty and the funniest person I’ve ever met. We had greasy hamburgers in bed from room service and took a two-hour-long bath. There were no false pretenses, fake promises or awkwardness.

Just fun, so much fun. It was the perfect night.

Thomas Stone isn’t an escort…. He’s an expert life coach.

A medic who has brought me back from a very long period of darkness.

He doesn’t know it yet but last night after he fell asleep I transferred the money back into his account.

A deal is a deal.

He earned every fucking penny of that fifty grand; I’d pay it again tomorrow.

All the years of expensive counselling and psychologist visits trying to heal myself when all I really needed was to be railed by a well-hung god.

“What’s on today, boss?” He smiles.

“Well.” I act serious. “This morning I have meetings.”

“Right.” He steeples his finger up the side of his temple as he listens.

“Then at one you have an oral appointment between my legs.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile as his eyes hold mine. “Excellent.”

“Then you can rest a little this afternoon before tonight when I completely use every inch of your body for my pleasure.”

He reaches under the table and slides his hand up my calf muscle. “Ever been fucked in a restaurant bathroom before?”

I giggle in surprise. “No.”

He stands and takes my hand. “You’re about to be.”

I stand at the bar as I wait my turn. The afternoon session has just finished and we are having a drink before we retire to get ready for dinner.

Today has been a game changer, I secretly think I’ve won the Remington account.

She asked me to send the contracts, so fingers crossed and here’s hoping.

“Elizabeth,” a man’s voice says from behind me, I turn to see a familiar face.

“Mathew.” I smile. “How are you?”

“Great. And you?” His eyes hold mine and my stomach flips. “You look…incredible.” He smiles as he looks me up and down. “You’re just glowing.”

Well-fucked will do that to a girl.

Mathew and I have always had chemistry, at every conference on every year I would stare at him for hours and wonder what it would be like to be with a man like him.

He’s older than me, very successful and well respected in the industry.

He’s a kind gentleman.

I look around. “Where’s Annaliese?”

“We split.”

What?

“Oh.” My face falls as I act sad about it.

“Just on two years.”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “And you and Graham never got back together?” he asks as he looks around guiltily.

“No way.” I laugh. “My god, don’t wish that on me.”

He chuckles and an awkward silence falls between us. “So…” He leans his weight up onto his toes. “I was wondering if…you would like to go out some time?” he says. “The truth is, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for years.”

“Oh.” I smile, I try to hide my utter delight and then I remember my goodtime god upstairs.

Shit….

“I’m….” I search for the right wording, “I’m kind of seeing someone.”

“Oh.” His face falls.

“It’s very new.”

He nods. “Apologies if I overstepped.”

“Not at all.” I stare at him for a beat.

Fuck it.

“Perhaps you could email me one day…. In case things don’t work out?”

He breaks into a beautiful broad smile. “I could do that.”

We stare at each other for a beat and I feel my face flush and smile goofily as I snap my gaze away.

“He’s upstairs waiting so…I should get going,” I say in a fluster.

“He’s a lucky man.”

I’m the lucky one who gets to spend the weekend with him, suddenly I’m desperate to get up to my Thomas the devil Stone.

“Goodbye, Mathew.”

“For now.” He smiles, he raises his glass of red wine to me and I bite my lip to hide my smile.

I walk casually out of the conference room and once out of sight nearly run to the elevator; I push the button with haste. “Hurry up.”

Once on our floor I stomp up the corridor and bust open the door.

Thomas is lying on the bed in navy silk boxer shorts…. “What a sight to behold.” I smile.

He puts his hands behind his head and shows off his biceps and abs. “Just waiting for my lady.” He winks, he holds his arms out for me and I drop beside him and hug him. “How did you go?” he asks.

“I think I got the account, she said she was going to email me the contracts.”

“I knew you’d get it.” He kisses my forehead.

“And the guy I told you about last night.”

“Mathew?” He frowns.

“He just asked me out.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “Look at you go.” He hugs me tighter, “I can’t believe you’re breaking my heart like this, Beth,” he teases. “You wound me, woman, can you not at least act sad that you have to let me go?”

“You mean go to your next job that starts on Tuesday?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that one.”

I kiss his bare chest and snuggle into him for a while. “What are you going to do?”

“Who, me?”

“Yeah.” I think for a moment. “What does Thomas Stone’s future look like, do you think you’ll ever settle down?”

“I’d like to think so.” He shrugs. “I may have written myself into a corner with this line of work though.” He twists his lips as he falls into deep thought.

“One day you’re going to fall madly in love.” I smile up at him.

“Hmm.” He curls his lip. “I don’t know, maybe I already have and I don’t even know it.”

“You’ll know it. When she comes you will move heaven and earth to keep her.”

He smiles and hugs me tighter.

“Where are you for Christmas?” I ask.

“Going to Hawaii with my family.” He kisses my forehead, “I’ll plan our wedding while I’m there.”

“Thanks,” I giggle and snuggle in closer.

This man.

“Did you tell Mathew that you’re mine this weekend and that he needs to fuck right off?”

“Yes.” I kiss his chest again. “And I told him that you have the most beautiful dick in the world.”

He flips me over onto my back and holds my hands over my head as he smiles down at me. “In the world?” He smirks.

“Universe.” I widen my eyes.

“That’s a big call….” He kisses me, his tongue swiping through my open lips, he nudges my thighs apart with his knee and comes to rest between my legs.

We stare at each other as our most intimate parts touch. His hardness to my softness, the perfect yin to yang.

“You know I’ve been a very bad girl today, Sir Thomas,” I whisper.

“Have you?” He flips me again and suddenly I’m kneeling at the edge of the bed, then standing behind me he pulls my dress up and palms my behind through my panties. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my head back and kisses me backward.

“How much are you paying for this one?” I tease.

“Four thousand.”

“I’m worth ten.”

He kisses me aggressively, “Baby, I’d pay anything.”

He can flirt, he can joke, he can fuck, and boy…can he dance.

I laugh out loud as Thomas spins me around the dance floor. I’m having the time of my life.

Laughing and loving my way through what was supposed to be a hellish experience.

“Do you know how beautiful you are when you laugh?” Thomas smiles down at me.

“How have you single-handedly made this weekend so wonderful?” We sway to the music.

“I hate that you’ve been sad for so long,” he says softly.

“Me too.”

“Sometimes the darkest skies bring out the brightest stars.” He kisses me tenderly.

“And what a beautiful star you are, Thomas Stone.” I smile up at him. “You never know, one day you might get a whole book written about you.”

He laughs out loud and spins me around. “No dodgy author is going to massacre my life with a third act breakup.”

I laugh out loud and then we fall serious again. “I don’t think it’s going to be a massacre at all.”

He kisses me softly and then looks over my shoulder. “For the record, if Mathew keeps looking at you, I’m knocking him out.”

I giggle as he spins me. “I dare you to.”

We wheel our suitcases into the airport and our check-in desks are at different ends.

My eyes search his. “I guess this is goodbye.”

He takes me into his arms and hugs me tight.

“Thank you.” I hold him close. “Thank you for everything. You’ve changed my world in one weekend.”

He puts his head into the crook of my neck.

I feel like I can’t let him go. “Look after yourself…okay?” I hold him.

“You too.” We hug each other as if we will never see each other again because the reality is we probably won’t.

He’s changed my entire world in one weekend.

I get a lump in my throat and step back with tears in my eyes.

“Don’t cry, for one hundred thousand you can have me for a week.”

I laugh out loud and he does too.

He kisses me softly. “Goodbye, Elizabeth.” He holds my face in his hands. “It was wonderful to meet you.”

“You too.”

He picks up his suitcase and turns and walks away.

He doesn’t look back but I watch him until I can’t see him anymore.

“Goodbye, Sir Thomas.” I smile softly.

What a beautiful, beautiful man….

I check my bags and go into the terminal and take a seat at the bar.

“I’ll have a margarita please,” I ask the waiter.

“Of course.”

“Is this seat taken?” a familiar voice asks.

I glance up to see Mathew. “No.”

“Mind if I sit down?”

And this is it, the moment my new life begins.

I’m finally free.

Merry Christmas Elizabeth.

I smile broadly. “Not at all.”