His Christmas Wish by Marquita Valentine

window. She slid off her glasses and placed it on the windowsill. “Take off your clothes.”
    “Giving orders to a Lieutenant in the Army, Mrs. Morales?”
    “Former Lieutenant, Mr. Morales. Now strip.”
    “Yes ma’am.” Grinning big, he took of his pants, socks, and blue thermal shirt.
    “Where’s my salute?” she asked before pulling her sweater over her head. Her jeans and panties hit the floor next.
    He nodded at his erection. “I’m standing at attention right now.”
    As she bent down to tug off her non-cooperating socks, she nipped the head and stood up. “That you are.”
    Suddenly, Joaquin whirled her around and bent her over the side of the chair. “I know you were trying to teach me something, but I’m no good at learning when all I can see is naked breasts.” He parted her, finding her shamelessly wet. “So I’ll show you why some pansy-ass foreigner will never be a threat to me.”
    He drove into her with a hard thrust, his hands coming around to massage her breasts and tease her nipples. She gasped and shoved back against him, wanting him deeper. Wanting him to never leave her again.
    She moaned her approval of his methods.
    “I can’t believe you’re letting do this, right here in front of the window where anyone could see you.” He kissed her back and bit her shoulder.
    “There aren’t…many people on the road…today.”
    “Then who’s that coming up your driveway?”
    She heard the unmistakable and slightly muted sound of a car engine and tires crunching gravel.“What?” She tried to rise, but he placed a large hand on back and pushed her down, then smacked her butt. She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder.
    “Ah, ah, ah. You wanted to make me jealous. Mission accomplished, baby.”
    Closing her eyes, she felt her cheeks flush. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Can we stop?” Yet even as she said those words, she arched her hips to take him deeper.
    “You don’t want to stop, baby.” He slid halfway out of her and coasted a hand around her thigh, finding her swollen clit. Brushing it lightly, he resumed his pace, keeping her on edge. A knock sounded on the door. “Should I tell them to come in?”
    “No!”
    “Are your eyes closed?”
    “Yes.” She had squeezed them shut at the first knock.
    “Good.” He lifted her to a semi-standing position, his forearm across her chest, the pace of his thrusts maddeningly slow and steady.
    Another knock on the door had her face heating.
    “ Now that’s what I call persistent.” Once more, Joaquin teased her swollen flesh and she moaned.
    “Peeking in your windows is going to give Hank Cutter quite a show.” He nibbled on her ear and adjusted her position. Sunlight hit her eyelids and she knew they were in full view of the bay window. “He’s watching us now. Watching me touch your breasts and between your thighs.” Joaquin’s hands roamed her body doing everything he described to her in detail. “Jesus, Sage, you just got wetter. Put one of your arms around my neck.”
    Lifting an arm, she placed them behind his neck and he gripped her hips. “Oh God.”
    “Touch yourself. Show me…him, how beautiful you are when you come.” Of its own accord, her free hand slipped down to do just that. “Oh fuck…Sage,” he groaned as she orgasmed. As she shook and cried out her release.
    He pushed her down and over the side of the chair again, pounding into her so hard that she gripped the other side and chanted his name. One last hard thrust and he cursed in English and Spanish, then rested on top of her. Their skin was slick between them. Against her back she could feel his heart beat in time with hers.
    “You okay?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good. All’s clear now.”
    Her eyes flew open as she stood. Joaquin slid her glasses into place and stepped back. She gasped. There was no one at the window or even a car in her driveway. Mouth gaping and heart beating frantically she said, “I thought—”
    “He knocked on the door and took