Chapter 5
FIVE
JADE
My body shakes as I race into the station’s laundry room. Slamming the door behind me, I lean back against it, taking giant gulps of air.
When I finally catch my breath, I clench my eyes shut. “I am such an idiot.”
What was I thinking? Flirting with Remington. Kissing him. Obviously, my friends got into my head. Not to mention, my libido is firing at all cylinders after so many years of neglect.
But, seriously, what did I think was going to happen when I showed up here looking like a horny elf trying to get in Santa’s pants. I mean, there are children present. Remington’s colleagues.
Let’s not forget my brother—my very protective brother—is also among the masses.
And now here I am. Tucked away in the crew’s laundry room pretending to get eggnog out of my dress when really I’m trying to hide the fact that I want to get jolly with my brother’s best friend. A man who could probably teach a TedTalk on the ways of satisfying—and being satisfied by—women. While that was the point, at first, now I feel like a teenager with a learner’s permit trying to drive a semi.
Considering the little preview I got of what this Santa Claus is working with, let’s just say I might need a little more experience driving a stick shift before I attempt to handle his… stick.
I clench my thighs tightly together against the dampness that has formed between them.
I don’t know how I can possibly go back out there when I’m like this. I can’t. I eye the dryer and suddenly recall a steamy story one of the girls mentioned during their sexual escapades recap. It involved a dryer and a roll of quarters. Though, now that I think about it, the quarters were to run the machine.
No, I couldn’t possibly. I should think of something unsexy. Something like the way Remington connected with that little boy. His voice was so sincere. So deep. Just like his eyes. My nipples tighten.
Shit.
Now I’m remembering how it felt after. The memory of Remington’s lips so close to mine. A fresh tingle settles at the apex of my thighs.
It’s a lost cause. I have to unleash some of this pent-up sexual frustration before I go back out there.
Absently flipping the latch on the door I shove and stride to the dryer. I quickly move a load of towels from the washer. I can’t explain it. My instincts tell me the extra weight will heighten the experience.
Worst case scenario, at least I’ve helped the team.
Pulse chattering, I press my lower belly against the dry and hit the start button. The towels begin to toss and the dryer vibrates against me. An instant thrill shoots through my body, and I grab the edge of the machine more tightly.
“Whoa.” I let out a gaspy laugh. “They weren’t kidding.”
Clenching my eyes shut, I remember the look on Remington’s face. The hardness of his body pressed against mine. The length of his cock pressing against me.
I release one of my hands from gripping the machine and slowly slide it up my torso. My fingers leave fresh ripples of desire through me while the machine moves against me. I cup one of my breasts, imagining it’s Remington’s. I moan and press harder against the dryer.
The door swings open and my eyes fly open with a gasp.
“Hey, do you need a…”
Remington’s voice trails off as he enters the laundry room and takes in the sight of me. My pelvis against the dryer. Frozen with my eyes wide, my jaw open. My hand on my breast.
He arches an eyebrow, silently asking me what the hell I’m doing.
I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I locked the door.”
Like that really matters right now. My cheeks flush, but I can’t move. I’m like a deer caught in the headlights. Or a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, which isn’t far from the truth.
“You didn’t.” He swallows hard, and raises his gaze from my chest. He slowly looks over my body until he reaches my wide-eyed stare.
The spark in his eyes is enough to knock the air clear out of me. It takes three attempts for me to draw a shaky breath.
Remington recovers first. “I came to see if you need a hand with anything.”
My cheeks flush. Is he making fun of me by mentioning hands when he can see where I have mine right now?
I open my words to ask him that very question—or to say something, anything. But I can’t string together anything beyond a few garbled sounds.
“It looks like you’re managing on your own.” He swallows hard and takes another step inside the room, closing the door behind him. He flips the lock. This time it clicks. “But I’d be glad to give you a hand all the same.”
Turning my body around, he pins me against the machine with his body. My breath quickens as I feel the hardness of his body against mine, the fabric of our costumes creating an unexpected and delicious friction.
Without breaking eye contact, he parts my thighs with his knee and rests a hand on my thigh.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod and stare at him in wide-eyed wonder, past the point of words.
With a half-grin, he slides his hand lower to come up under my skirt. When he finds the bare skin above my stockings he gasps.
“Fuck me.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.
I practically hold my breath as his hand moves between my thighs. His lips press against my neck as his finger slides under my panties and finds me.
“Oh.” I reach up to grip onto his shoulders. My eyelids flutter closed as he circles my clit and nibbles at my neck. “Oh, God.”
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers gruffly against my skin. “Show me what you like.”
“You’re doing a pretty good job of figuring that out on your own.” But I move my pussy against his hand, silently letting him know when to add more pressure or to increase the speed.
All the while, he whispers sweet yet dirty praises into my skin as he slides his tongue and teeth down along the neck of my dress. He says my body is gorgeous. That every time he closes his eyes, he sees mine in his head. That he likes how wet I am. That he likes how I taste.
All of it together—the kisses, the strokes, the words—bring me closer and closer to a point of pleasure more intense than any I’ve experienced before.
I’m barely holding on to my grip. The only reason I’m still standing is because he and the dryer are working together to keep me upright and my body thrumming.
“Stay with me baby.” He adds more pressure and suckles harder on my chest. “Stay with me and come for me.”
It’s enough to send me tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. I cling to him, digging my fingers into the crushed velvet as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me.
He keeps up the delicious motions until I collapse against him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close against him as I take deep gulps of air.
“That was…” I shake my head, unable to form a complete thought. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” He kisses my chin and my cheek, his whiskers tickling my skin. “Your pleasure will always be my pleasure.”
When I’m able, I turn my mouth toward his and pull him into a kiss. It’s full of fire and desire. A deliciously wicked play that makes it impossible to know where I end and he begins.
There are no words. It’s simply perfection.
We pull apart, our chests both rising rapidly as we attempt to catch our breaths. I take the opportunity to study him more closely. He really is a handsome man, with his dark hair and beard and equally dark. Of course, I knew that already.
But there’s so much more to him. A softer side underneath that chiseled jaw and body.
I savor the hot desire flashing in his eyes. Desire for me. Desire for what I can do to him.
What I want to do to him.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
I can’t wait to do this.
Licking my lips, I reach for the drawstring on his red velvet pants. I tug it loose and slide my hand below the waistband. My fingers trail down his rock hard abs until I reach what I’ve been looking for. My heart races, and I’m a mixture of nerves and excitement.
I’ve only given a couple of handjobs, and I’ve never had a cock in my mouth. I lick my lips and wrap my fingers around him. I’m not sure I have the courage to do that just yet. But I hope this preamble feels every bit as good as the pleasure he’s just given me.
Remington growls, and he clenches his jaw. His eyelids flutter closed as I slide my hand up and down his shaft. The sounds he’s making, the short pants, are all the encouragement I need.
I tighten my grip and slide up and down him, marveling at the steel rod beneath his smooth skin.
I’m just getting a hang of the pace when Remington suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me away with a roar.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I draw my hand away from his. “Did that hurt?”
“Yeah.” His low echoes from his chest into mine. “But in the best way.”
I frown. “Then why?—”
“I want today to be about you. We can worry about me later.” He cups my cheek and strokes it. “But, there is something I wondered if you could do for me.”
My heart thuds again in anticipation. “Absolutely.”
He smirks. “You’re agreeing before you even know?”
“If it’s something you want, and I can do it, I will.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Because it’s a big ask.” He lowers his lips toward my ear. His breath tickles my ear. “Will you go out with me on Christmas Eve?”
I draw back in surprise, a shiver of delight still running down my spine. From his expression, I can see he’s serious.
He’s asking me out.
I return his grin. “I’d love to.”