Page 59 of The Best Christmas Choir Ever

“I’d like you to be yelling for other reasons.” He kissed her hip once before dragging his lips back to her clit.

This time he didn’t stop, and Charlie rocked up against him, chasing the high she could feel churning inside her. It built and built until it finally peaked, exploding in a rush of giddy relief that surged through her, turning every limb to airy stone. She lay there, boneless, with Julian pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh, nibbling gently on her skin.

“Guess it is like riding a bike.”

“Shut up,” she huffed, laughing. She didn’t even have the energy to swat him.

“We can give it another shot if you think I need more practice,” he said, grinning.

Charlie lifted her head enough to look at him. “Practice does make perfect and all that.”

“It does.” He wiggled his eyebrows at hers. “Let’s see how quickly I can improve.”

“Not yet,” she said, sitting up. “I need some practice, too.”

She crawled toward him, pressing a hand to his chest, forcing him back against the arm of the couch. Charlie let her hand drag down his chest slowly, watching him, waiting to see if he would stop her. There was an obvious bulge in his pants now, one neither of them could ignore, but she paused. “Should I continue?”

Julian released a slow breath. “I really think you should.”

She smiled at him, loving that she still affected him this way. Charlie cupped him through his pants, squeezing gent­ly, and Julian dropped his head back. He was already worked up, but Charlie took her time unbuttoning his pants and sliding down the zipper before finally freeing his erection.

She stroked her fingers gently up the length of his cock, then curled her hand around it, lowering her lips to the head. She sucked, flicking her tongue against sensitive skin, waiting for Julian’s reaction.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing up on his elbows to watch her.

Charlie relaxed her jaw, taking more of him, using her mouth and her hand in tandem to drive him wild. Julian’s hand slipped into her hair, curling the locks around his fingers. She imagined he was pleading with her silently: don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. And she didn’t, not until he was groaning uncontrollably.

She released him with a pop, and he thrust into her palm, unraveling in her favorite way.

When he was spent, he reclined against the arm of the couch, eyes closed, and chuckled.

“I’ll try not to be offended that you’re laughing,” Charlie teased.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s a good laugh. A happy laugh. I promise. I just forgot how good this was with you.”

Charlie’s heart fluttered against her rib cage. “Another thing you forgot, huh?”

His chest shook as he reached for her. “But I’ve really enjoyed remembering.”

Twelve

Julian

“Ow,” Julian muttered, rubbing his nose. This was the second time he’d prodded himself in the face with an artificial Christmas tree branch.

“How’s it going, Rudolph?” Harriet said, walking across the common room with the biggest ball of tangled Christmas lights Julian had ever seen.

Julian scowled and stopped rubbing his nose. “What the hell is that supposed to be?”

“The Christmas lights you asked for.”

“Why do they look like that?”

“Do I look like Santa’s elf to you? This is how they were handed to me by the admin team.”

“Sure you’re not just trying to sabotage their tree to make up for the gingerbread house situation?”

Harriet raised a long finger in his direction. “You said we were forbidden from discussing that further.”