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  I unbuckle my seatbelt and bolt out of the car, following behind the laughing woman. When she opens her apartment door and we step into her home, the laughter peters out and we stare at each other.

  I don't know which one of us moves first. All I know is that suddenly our lips are together and I am finally getting to taste the lips that have been on my mind since yesterday.

  She is a lot sweeter than anything my mind could have conjured. There is the deep soul of her taste mixed with the hints of chocolate and sugar from our hot chocolates. I could become addicted to the taste of her kisses.

  But that is not all I want from her. No, not want. Need. There is so much I need from her and as intoxicating as her kisses are, it will not be enough to satisfy my hunger.

  Not breaking off our kiss, I guide her over to the couch I glimpsed when we first walked into the room. No care is given by either of us when I turn her and let myself fall to the seat, pulling her down so that she is straddled on my lap.

  It takes everything in me not to automatically grind against her. My erection is straining against the zipper of my jeans in the most painful way.

  My hands have been gripping her waist over her sweater, but with this change of position, I allow myself to start exploring. I slide my hands to the same spot, but below the sweater. As soft as the sweater was, it doesn't hold a candle to the satiny smoothness of Monica's skin.

  My lips travel from hers and tickle along her jawline. She lets her head fall back and gives me open access to her throat, which I take eager advantage of.

  The sweet smell of her perfume tickles my nose and I feel my dick strains even more. This time I don't fight the urge to push up, trying to get any sense of friction to relieve my growing exquisite pain. Monica feels like little ruts and takes pity on me. Her hands move from where she has been clinging to my neck, down to the zipper that is keeping me trapped.

  She popped open the button and slowly, too slowly, pulled down the zipper. Nothing in her movements were as frantic as I felt. Everything about her was calm, cool, and collected and that was fucking sexy as hell. I damn near come on myself when her cold fingers clasp around my dick.

  With a deft motion, she pulls out my dick and starts massaging it up and down.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Self-restraint is going to be paramount if I am not going to act like a teenage boy and come all over her hand without even getting a chance to slide my dick into her warm, tight pussy.

  "You like that, baby?" she asks.

  God. How does this woman get sexier with every passing moment? I am so keyed up I swear I can hear music playing in my head.

  But then, the music starts being accompanied by a vibration in my ass and that has never happened no matter how horny I've gotten. That's when the actual music starts to penetrate into my sex fogged mind.

  Reluctantly, I pull away from Monica and place my hand on top of hers to stop her ministrations. "Hold on. That's my mother's ring tone. She has Molly tonight."

  Instantly, Monica understands and moves off of me so I can get to my phone.

  "Mom? What's wrong?" If she is calling me this late at night, I can't stop imagining all of the terrible things that could have happened to my little girl. My mother knows I am on my first date in a long time and she was excited about it, so she wouldn't interrupt for just anything.

  "Daddy?"

  I don't know if I should be relieved or more afraid that it is Molly on the other line. "Molly? What's wrong?"

  Monica gives me a concerned look, but all I can do is shrug. All of the sexual tension that has been in the air since I arrived at her door a few hours ago has disappeared and there is nothing but concern radiating from Monica. It is actually very heartwarming. I could tell at the mall she has a good way with children and seems to understand what Molly needs, but the way she is reacting to a potential emergency makes me like her even more. I could easily see a second, third, millionth date. This is the woman I can see myself giving my heart to.

  "I need you to come get me. I had a terrible nightmare."

  A nightmare. A nightmare is what just interrupted one of the best nights I've ever had. Not to mention the question of how Molly even got her grandmother's phone to call me. The precociousness of this kid is going to put her father into an early grave.

  But, she is my baby girl and she needs her daddy. I sigh and tell her I will be there to get her soon and to put her grandmother on the phone. I talk to my mother for a few minutes before hanging up with a sigh.

  "I am so sorry about all this."

  Monica shakes her head. "There is no need to apologize. You are a father first and foremost. If your daughter needs you, then it is your responsibility to go to her. We can finish this another time." Her eyes widen as she realizes the implications of the last thing she said.

  I chuckle and stand. "I look forward to finishing this."

  Everything in me wants to kiss her good night, but I know if I do, I will never want to leave. So I just give her a peck on her forehead and promise to call her to set up our second date.

  Chapter Four

  Jason

  I need cold showers for the rest of the week until I see Monica again. We go on another date, but sadly, that one did not end up as hot and heavy as the first one because she had to get up early for work the next day. But tonight is the night of the Christmas party she invited me to and from the hints she has been dropping, I anticipate a very merry evening for myself.

  We haven't had any incidents like the interruption of our first date. I believe Molly was just panicked that night, but after I sat down and talked to her and reassured her that my going out with Monica was in no way replacing her, she was completely on board, even going so far as to help me pick out a silly Christmas themed tie to wear to the Christmas party.

  It is that tie that I nervously tug on as I wait for Monica to come to the door. It has been two weeks since we started dating and only three days before Christmas, and I feel like a Christmas miracle has happened. Time is of no meaning and I have fallen for this beautiful woman. There is no way I can tell her that yet, even though I would love to shout it from the rooftops. I know if she got any hit that I am in love with her, she would run for the hills. She is much too practical for something like falling in love in a matter of weeks. Ironically, that is part of her appeal.

  Monica

  I am so happy to be walking into this party on Jason's arm. The man makes me feel so protected and cared about. There is nothing that can bring down the high that I feel when I am around him.

  There is the added bonus that having an obvious date with me will keep Anton, the guy that plays our Santa, from harassing me. The entire season he has made crude remarks about the way I fill out my elf dress and his hands have "accidentally" touched my breast and ass a few too many times.

  With Jason accompanying me, I feel a million times safer. Surely Anton can't be fool enough to try anything when I am obviously with someone.

  The night is a festive one. The company I worked for has rented out the party space of a local restaurant and someone decorated it with plenty of garlands and a large tree covering in tinsel is situated in one corner. I get drinks for Jason and myself and we linger chatting with people that worked out front in Santa's Workshop with me and some of the more executive types that work behind the scenes. I wasn't the only one to bring a significant other either.

  I'd left Jason talking to some other people while I went to go refill our drinks. Honestly, I just needed a moment away from one of the other elf's wife. She was a chatterbox and didn't let anyone get in a word edgewise. None stop chatting about her "fur babies," a pair of the rattiest dogs I have ever seen, but we were expected to coo over.

  Now that I had a little break, I can steel myself against her and deal with her inane prattling a little longer. I thank my lucky stars that by the time I get back to Jason, she has wandered off somewhere. I slide my arm around him and lean into his large chest. He wraps his arm around me without missing a beat of what he is saying. Everything we do just feels so natural, like we don't have to think about it.

  Moments later, the man Jason was speaking to leaves and Jason turns his million-dollar smile and piercing baby blues on me.

  "Hey there, sweetie," he murmurs.

  "Hey, back at you handsome. I brought you something to drink as an apology for abandoning you with that lady."

  His chuckle shakes right through me. A man's laugh shouldn't be as sexy as his is.

  "Thank you, but I would much prefer something else as an apology."

  I lean back pretending to be scandalized. "Jason! We can't do that in public. Or at least not so obviously."

  Catching my implications, he lets out a big booming laugh.

  "As much as I would enjoy that, and believe me, we will be discussing your delightfully dirty mind later, I was actually building up to ask for a dance."

  "I would love to."

  We set down our half-drunk glasses, and he leads me out into the crowded dance floor.

  Just as we step out, the music changes from the fast, uptempo music that has been dominating the playlist, to something slower and more romantic. How cliche. Still, we fall into each other's arms and he wraps me in his warmth.

  We sway to the music, enjoying ourselves. People would think I am crazy, but I've already fallen in love with this man. Thank goodness for little Molly wanting to come back for her secret wish and giving him the chance to ask me out. I've never been so happy in my life.

  "I am so glad you agreed to come with me tonight. I don't think I could have handled this without you by my side."

  Jason pulls me impossibly closer. "If I have any say in it, you will never have to do anything without me by your side."

  As his words fu
lly penetrate my mind, I look up at him in shock. He can't mean what I think he means. There is no way he feels the same about me as I do about him.

  Before I can formulate something to say, the song ends and we separate reluctantly. He opens his mouth, but Anton somehow manages to squeeze between us, pushing Jason out the way. He totally ignores my date, who is currently glowering at him.

  "Monique," he says, getting my name wrong as usual. "We have not had a chance to dance," he grabs me and pulls me uncomfortably close to him. I struggle to get away, but he is strong.

  Asshole manhandles me away from Jason and his hands are so tight around my upper arms, I cry out in pain.

  Next thing I know, Anton is being yanked away from me and Jason punches him in the face, sending him stumbling back and tripping to fall down. Anton lays on the floor, holding his nose and I see blood start to flow pass where his hand hides his face, dripping down to stain his dirty white button-down shirt.

  All the commotion makes one overdramatic woman scream. Security comes running over and sees Jason standing over Anton. They move to pull Jason away and detain him.

  "No," I cry out. I rush over to Jason's side and cling to him. "He did nothing wrong."

  Another lady steps up. "I saw the whole thing. That man on the ground was assaulting her and the guy she was with was defending her. If anyone should be taken out of here, it is that asshole."

  The two rent-a-cops look at each other and shrug, each grabs one of Anton's arms and hoist him up and drag him out of the bar.

  Even with Anton gone and the rest of the crowd starting to dissipate, I am over being here. My festive spirit is gone.

  "Can we go?" I ask, unashamed that my voice is plaintive even to my own ears.

  Jason hugs me closer, already nodding. "Of course, darling. Whatever you want. My place or yours?"

  Chapter Five

  Monica

  We go to his place. There is something about the idea of being in the comfort of his home with all the aspects of family surrounding it. I especially loved the wall of pictures of Molly when he first let me visit to have dinner with the two of them. Molly was staying with her grandmother again, so it will be just the two of us tonight.

  This is actually the first time we've been alone in a house since our first date. Every other date, our schedules haven't aligned well enough for any attempts at a sleepover. And, though it may seem archaic and a little barbaric, I want to reward my man for protecting me tonight.

  I take his hand and lead him to the couch. "Come here, baby. You were so brave and protective tonight and it has made me love you even more."

  "Love?" he asks.

  Damn, I hadn't meant to let that part slip out, but what is done is done and there is nothing to do but tell the truth.

  "Yes. I know it is fast, but I also know my heart and I love you."

  He clasps my hand and looks deep into my eyes, searching. "I was too afraid of scaring you off, but I feel the same way. I love you so much and I can't imagine not having you in my life. I love you, I love you, I love you. I would scream it a million times from the rooftops if that what I needed to do to keep you in my life."

  My heart warms at his declaration and I, even more, want to show him exactly how much I love him.

  "Go sit on the couch," I instruct.

  Jason looks confused but does as I say and gets comfortable on the couch in the living room. I grab one of the pillows off of the couch and place it on the floor in front of him, gingerly kneeling down on it.

  Understanding dawns in his eyes and he opens his legs to accommodate me in-between them. Seeing that he knows what I am about to do, I give him a sexy smirk. "Be ready to have your mind blown."

  "Oh? And here I thought it was my dick you were about to blow."

  It is good to be able to have a partner that I am insanely attracted to and can laugh with.

  I slide his zipper down and Jason helps me get his pants all the way off, including carelessly kicking his shoes halfway across the room, almost sending one straight into the Christmas tree that is gently lighting the room in soft red light.

  When he is down to nothing, sitting completely naked to my eyes I fully take in the sight. I'd gotten to feel his erection in my hand briefly before, but this is the first time I get to behold his gloriousness.

  Even though he is at least ten years older than me, his body is in perfect shape. A six-pack set of abs and the strongest looking thighs. There are sparse hairs that cover his pecs and trail down his stomach and they lead right to his crowning glory.

  I'd known he felt large before. My fingers had been unable to meet each other when they surrounded him, but now that I can see his cock, I am a bit nervous about if it will all fit in me. Not only is his girth large, but so is his length. It is going to be a tight fit and I will be stretched so good. My pussy is dripping in anticipation.

  I lean forward and lightly trace my tongue up from where his balls hang heavy to the tip of his cock where I lap up a bead of precut. I close my eyes and savor the taste. I could become addicted.

  Needing more, I dispense with the teasing and close my mouth around his head. Above me, I hear him hiss.

  Slowly, I take him deeper into my mouth and into my throat until I can take no more. I am proud I can get about a third of it in, and the rest, I use my hand and the spit dripping from my mouth to pleasure him.

  Having that hot, velvet heaviness stretching my mouth has me all kinds of wet. I can feel my juices soaking my panties, but I keep my whole focus on Jason. Right now is about his pleasure, not mine. Though, I am certain I can come from the feel of him in my mouth alone.

  Jason threads his fingers through my hair and tightens his fists until there are little pinpricks of pain that adds to my arousal. He starts to guide my head up and down to the pace he wants. I let him completely take over until he is fucking my face. It doesn't take long before he tenses and his cum shoots hot into my throat. I work to swallow it all down, only letting a little dribble out of the side of my mouth.

  I pull back and smile. "So, did I blow your dick and your mind?"

  He unclenches his fist from my hair and slides his hand down to my cheek. "You were wonderful, babe."

  I beam with pride.

  Jason

  Further proof that the woman on her knees in front of me is magical, despite having just shot my load down her throat, I am still rock hard. I am sure nothing will satisfy me short of burying my cock deep into that hot, wet pussy if hers.

  I take her hand in mine and stand, bringing her with me. "Let's go upstairs. When I make love to you for the first time, you deserve for it to be in a bed, not on a couch where my lust for you takes over."

  She nods and follows after me up the stairs to my room. When we get there, I don't let her undress herself. Instead, I take pleasure in slowly unwrapping my early Christmas gift. Soon, she stands before me as naked as I am.

  I get down on my knees, a mirror of what she did to me earlier and bury my nose, without warning, into her sweet honey pot. I inhale and savor the scent that is all woman and all mine.

  Grasping her hips, not letting her move or try to get away from me, I attach my lips to her clit and tease it with my tongue. The exclaim of surprise quickly turns into moans begging me for more. I want to devour her, but I keep it to only taking her to the very brink.

  When I feel she is close, I pull away and move her back so that she is sitting on my bed. As tight as she is, I know we are going to have to work to get all of me in her. The best course of action is to have her as loose and wet as possible.

  Once she is settled onto the bed, she looks up at me with wide eyes, unsure of what I have planned next.

  "You made me feel so good earlier, baby. I am going to do the same to you over and over until you can't take anymore."

  I get back down on my knees and dive back in. First, one finger slides easily in and out of her as I suck on her clit. Then I use a second and a third until she is squeezing my fingers tightly together inside her. Even with my three admittedly large fingers, I know it is no comparison to the monster between my legs I am going to stretch her with.