Page 14 of Unwrapped

Did she even care about a promotion anymore?

Yes, she did care but if Ivan got it, she didn’t truly think she’d be as upset as she’d once thought.

“I’m clearly losing my mind, completely.”

The knock sounded again. This time more insistent.

Growing frustrated, she put her mug and cream down, and headed to the door.

One check through her peep hole and she saw it was Ivan.

He was at her door.

“Come on, Delaney. I know you’re in there and you’re not getting rid of me. Come on. Open up. I want to talk to you.”

She opened the door, not thinking about the fact she was wearing her candy cane pajamas and looking so not sexy at all.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He looked her up and down. “I never thought candy canes could look so sexy.”

One smoldering look from him and her body turned to mush.

He stepped into her apartment and she didn’t fight him as he closed the door behind him. She loved how he stepped toward her and when she hit the wall, he trapped her against it.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t want you to walk away from me. Do you know how hard it was to let you go?”

“How did you know where I lived?” she asked.

“A couple of phone calls, that’s all it takes. You don’t have a problem with that, do you, babe?”

“What’s happening here, Ivan?”

“I know you felt it while we were trapped together.” He reached out and cupped her cheek. His thumb stroked over her lip and she moaned, whimpering as he pressed inside her mouth. “You think I’m going to spend Christmas on my own, especially knowing how good you felt wrapped around my cock?”

He slid his hand down to her neck and she cried out as he cupped her breast. He stroked over her nipple and her eyes closed as pleasure rushed through her body.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know about the office rules. We shouldn’t be in a relationship but here’s the thing, Delaney, I don’t like to follow the rules. I never have. I find them boring, tedious, and right now, the only thing I care about is having your lips wrapped around my cock, or even better, your pussy on my dick. I want you and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of what I want.”

He opened the buttons on her pajama top and she couldn’t think.

“You need to stop doing that,” she said.

“Why? We both know you want it. I know I want it.” His lips touched her neck and he didn’t stop there. As he opened her pajama shirt, he kissed down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasied about doing this to you, baby? How I’ve wanted you spread out on my desk, ready and ripe for the taking. My own little Christmas present to myself. You’re mine, Delaney.”

He picked her up, and she kissed him back as he carried her to her bedroom. It certainly beat drowning her sorrows in whipped cream and cocoa.

Chapter 13

Delaney fell back on the mattress and closed her eyes, a content sigh leaving her. She was completely spent, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Ivan collapsed next to her, breathing harshly, his big, muscular body radiating heat, sexually exhausted just like she was.

Opening her eyes and looking over at him, she couldn’t help the silly grin that spread across her face. He already watched her, a smile on his lips as well.

“How was that for bringing you some holiday cheer?” He lifted an eyebrow and she couldn’t help but start laughing.

Shaking her head and looking back at the ceiling, she thought about how everything had transpired, and where she was at now. Who would’ve thought she’d be lying in bed next to Ivan, the man she’d loathed but had secretly wanted for far too long?

It was funny how things transpired.

“Hey,” he said softly and reached out to cup her cheek, gently making her face him once more.

She shifted on the bed so she was now laying on her side, and Ivan did the same. They stared at each other for long seconds, his hand still on her cheek, his thumb moving along the outline of her lips.

His touch felt good, intimate … perfection.

“Talk to me,” he softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She wanted to be honest with them, to just lay it out there.

Now is the time, now is the perfect time when we’re both vulnerable and relaxed, content and sexually stated. Just tell him how you feel. He’ll understand. And if he doesn’t then you’ll know where you stand.

“I guess I’m confused about how I feel for you.” She saw this flash of worry move across his face. Delaney quickly leaned in to kiss him, to reassure him.