Kinky Claus by Jodi Redford

down along the delicious hard bulge behind his fly. Yes, it was a completely shameful and desperate attempt to gain some friction where she needed it most. But Trig didn’t seem to mind in the least. Groaning, he sucked her tongue before catching her bottom lip between his teeth. She squeezed her legs around him, hugging him tight. He broke their kiss, his breaths harsh and labored. “ Fuck . I wanna spend all night making you come.”
    Her clit tingled, both at his words and the determined set of his features. “What time do you get off work?”
    “Midnight.”
    Good Lord. “You’re going to make me wait three hours for an orgasm?”
    A good deal of the tension dissolved from his face. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized he’d been worried she’d reject him. How insane was that notion?
    “I’ll make it worth it.” The boast wasn’t so much cocky as assured. She didn’t doubt he’d deliver on his promise.
    Shivering, both from the cold and anticipation, she cuddled into his radiant warmth. “Okay, then I’ll wait up for you.”
    He pulled back enough to look in her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m going to risk what you might say to this, but—are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything that happens between us. So if you still have reservations about being with me...”
    She toyed with his hair, fascinated with the way the fine strands curled around her fingers. “I’ll be honest. My head might, but my body doesn’t. I know that isn’t smart, letting my pussy get the final say.”
    He grinned. “Hm, so your little honey pot calls all the shots, eh?”
    “Um, did you seriously just say honey pot?”
    “Yeah, I figured I’d save sweet snatch for when I’m deep inside you. Less likely to offend if you’re coming your brains out.”
    She snorted. “And here I was just admiring your lack of cockiness.”
    “You don’t have to worry about me lacking in that department.” He ground against her suggestively and snuck another kiss before easing her back onto her feet. “I might be able to convince one of the guys to cover my last routine. If so, I’ll be at your place no later than eleven.”
    “And deprive those women of the original Kinky Claus? I feel so greedy.” She tiptoed her fingertips along the buttons of his shirt. “Any chance you’ll bring your giant candy cane tonight?”
    “Never fear, naughty girl, I’ll have something bigger and tastier for you to suck.”
    “Mm, lucky me.”
    “That’s supposed to be my line.” He swooped in for one final kiss and patted her ass. “See you soon.”
    Limp as a noddle, she sagged against her car door and watched him lope toward the rear of the club. Any minute now she expected to wake up and discover the last hour had been a fantastical dream. The cold began to seep into her bones, making her teeth chatter and snapping her back to reality. Shivering uncontrollably, she ducked inside her vehicle.
    By the time she pulled into her driveway twenty minutes later, warmth had finally returned, along with a healthy dose of uncertainty. Trig—owner of the damn finest body on the planet—was about to see her naked. Oh crapola. Okay, deep breaths. Surely she could lose fifteen pounds before he got here, right?
    Panic setting in, she hoofed it to the porch and jammed the key into the lock. She stumbled inside the house and wrestled out of her coat. On the bright side, Trig had insisted he liked a woman with curves. She certainly wouldn’t disappoint him in that department. Maybe if she put on something that really emphasized her boobs he’d be too distracted to notice the few extra inches she’d packed on her belly thanks to all the holiday treats brought in by her diet-sabotaging coworkers lately.
    She hurried to her bedroom and yanked open her dresser’s top drawer. Pawing through her bras and panties, she fished out the couple of teddies she’d splurged on during Victoria Secret’s last big sale. Worrying her bottom lip