The Naughty List

EVIE

As I nudged open the washroom door, my every nerve thrilled in anticipation. My heels clicked against the milky-white tiles as I hurried toward the mirror. I needed to ensure I was pulled together enough to be demolished by the handsome man outside.

My delicate brown eyeshadow was intact, and so was my nude lipstick—even after that lust-worthy smooch on the sofa. Thank God for that. I was sure if I’d chosen my usual shade of fire-engine red, I’d be a smeared mess right now.

I tugged on the neckline of my dress, showing off more of my ample cleavage. I was sure Tony would appreciate the view—for the few minutes before he tore the dress off me altogether.

This was crazy. It was probably a terrible idea. But after everything I’d been through lately, I figured I deserved one night of ill-advised passion.

The bathroom’s dim lighting, dark walls, and marble floor didn’t really match the casual atmosphere of the rest of this place. Fresh hand towels and a carefully wrapped bar of soap sat beside the golden faucet. There was even a velvet armchair in the corner.

I glanced at my watch. It had been two minutes now. Why wasn’t Tony here? I removed my black jacket and draped it over my arm, waiting impatiently for him to show up.

After another few minutes of glaring at the pearly granite countertop, the anxiety in my gut turned into nausea.

~I’ve been stood up.~

Was this whole thing some cruel joke? An ego-boosting play to see if I’d sleep with him? Was Tony laughing with Jarred, the bartender, out there, waiting to find out how long I’d linger in the bathroom before giving up?

I released an irritated sigh. Time to go home. But when I swung open the door, I was greeted by the sight of Tony standing right outside.

His hands clasped my hips, driving me backward. He glanced down the hall to make sure nobody was looking, then let the door close behind us.

“What took you so long?” I snarled.

“I got caught up talking to Jarred for a few minutes,” he whispered. “What, did you think I’d left?”

I huffed. “I was beginning to wonder, yeah.”

Tony locked the door before twisting toward me with a sensual gaze. “Believe me”—he swiped my jacket and tossed it on the chair in the corner, and then he collected my face in his hands—“there’s no place I’d rather be right now.”

His lips pressed against mine. I felt restless, eager to find out if he could follow through on everything he’d been promising.

Our kisses grew erratic; we kept having to pull away to gasp for breath as he pressed me against the sink. With a shove of his hips, Tony forced me to sit up on the counter.

He shoved his leather jacket off his broad arms, dropped it carelessly on the tile, and knelt on top of it. His palms skimmed along my legs as he settled between my knees, kissing his way up to the sheer black panties under my dress.

His kisses ambled up my inner thighs, the light pressure making me ache for more. I widened my legs, praying he’d put that talented mouth to work where I was throbbing for him most.

He pushed the flimsy fabric of my underwear aside, and I shivered as the chill of the tiny room met my wetness. My sex was now spread out before him like a buffet.

“Damn, Holly,” he said, never taking his eyes off my pussy. “You’re perfect.”

“Evidently not, because you haven’t tasted me yet,” I said, mocking his pickup line from earlier. “Do you mind?”

He smirked. “Not at all.”

He planted a few kisses on my outer lips and then wedged his tongue between them. I moaned, the sound coming from the deepest part of my lungs.

After thrusting his tongue in and out a few times, he moved his attention to my clit, licking in deliberate circles. My legs hung over his biceps, and I squeezed his waist with my heels, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.

Tony clung to my hips as if he feared I’d flee before he finished devouring me. But fuck, if he kept this up, I’d stay in this room all night.

After a few minutes of sweltering heat fluttering through me, my watering eyes and aching pussy begged for a climax. I held my thong aside for him as my spine arched backward.

I could feel the faucet pressing into the small of my back; if I unintentionally bumped a handle, there would be scalding hell to pay, but at this moment, I didn’t care.

This man was working harder for me tonight than my ex ever did in nearly ten damn years. My shoes kept accidentally jabbing into his ribs, making him grunt with displeasure, but still, he kept striving to make me cum like his ego depended on it.

“Fuck, Tony,” I moaned.

The last flick of his tongue set me ablaze. I gripped his short hair, my whole body trembling. I bit my lip, but I couldn’t hold back my orgasmic cries as pleasure poured through me.

Tony pulled away as my wailing ceased, letting the string of my panties snap back over my folds, and rose from the floor with a smirk. I couldn’t tell if he was more pleased with me…or with himself.

“You, Holly”—he pressed his hips between my thighs with a starved expression—“are sweeter than any treat I’m gonna have this Christmas.”

“Oh?” I grinned, raising a brow. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself down there.”

I tugged on his belt, hoping to feast my eyes on the largest gift I’d receive this year.

“Hey, first things first.” He huffed, arresting my wrists. “How do you want it?”

How ~did~ I want it? There were so many choices. The man was even hotter after what he’d just done to me, but this ~was~ a one-night stand, so the whole “staring into each other’s eyes” crap wasn’t necessary.

“I want you to take me right here,” I said. “Bent over this bathroom counter.”

He beamed. “You’re on the naughty list this year, aren’t you?”

“What can I say?” I said, echoing another of his earlier lines. “A man as gorgeous as you has a way of making a woman appreciate some coal in her stocking.”

He shook his head, hiding a smile behind his hand. He clearly appreciated me twisting his words back on him. “Well, Holly, I can’t speak for Santa Claus, but I’m about to treat you ~very~ nicely.”

We smiled at each other until he drove his mouth against mine, and then there was no room for anything but kissing.