Naughty Before Christmas (Decadent Delight Series #3) (7 page)

As he moved across the floor, h
is eyes traveled over the numerous plaques and awards he had received over the years for quality craftsmanship. Over the summer he had received one from the mayor. A single mother of three had been living in a homeless shelter. Reggie had started a habitat campaign, pledging to build the family their first home, and was able to get a landowner to donate the land, and a lumberyard to give him the materials needed for free. The project had brought a lot of recognition to his corporation. A business he hoped to someday pass on to his son.

By the time
he was heading home, Reggie decided to drop by and pick up a Christmas tree. Before Berlin had discovered the money was missing, she had mentioned decorating one over the weekend. He knew how much she loved this time of year. Hopefully the tree would break some of the tension in the house.

It was already dark outside by the time he pulled into the circle drive behind Berlin’s BMW. The
three inches of snow on her windshield indicated she had been home for some time. Reggie killed the engine and took a deep breath, hoping she was in a better mood.

He climbed out the vehicle and removed the
Douglas fir from the back of his work truck then carried it inside the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of lasagna. He grinned. Berlin had made his favorite. That was a good sign.

Reggie kicked the door shut and carried the tree over to a corner in the living room near the f
ireplace. “Babe, I’m home!”

“
What took you so long?”

He swung around and stared at the woman coming
slowly down the stairs. Instantly, his mouth went dry and his nostrils flared slightly. Berlin had on a short black negligée, matching robe, and high-heeled red come-fuck-me shoes. Reggie watched her descend the stairs like a runway model, hips and hair swaying seductively. “I brought you a tree,” he said barely above a whisper.

“
Mmmm, I see,” she purred.

She sauntered over until she was standing right smack in front of him then gazed up into his face
with a look of smothering heat. Reggie looked down at her full red-painted lips that not only matched her shoes, but begged a man to part them and come inside. His breathing quickened and as always his dick leaped to attention.
Down boy!

As his mouth watered, he stared at her.
“You still mad at me?” he asked, his voice throaty with arousal.

Her brow pulled together slightly as she whispered,
“Maybe,” then stepped into his arms.

He loved the way she smelled
—soft, clean, and sexy. Berlin tilted her head as he ran his mouth and nose over her hair and skin. “Maybe? What’s it gonna take to get you to forgive a brotha?”

Her lips were just inches away from his.
“I guess you’ll have to figure that out.”

Reggie captured her mouth in a kiss that was hot and
downright hungry. He couldn’t help it. It was something about seeing her in a little nightie that showed off her full breasts. And then there were those shoes! The second he spotted her wearing his favorite pumps, he knew all had been forgiven. He sighed inside her mouth while his hands traveled everywhere, caressing her back then sliding down to grip her ass drawing her closer to his rock hard dick. The material was soft and he could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. “C’mon babe. Take them panties off, and sit on my lap.”

His words caused
Berlin to abruptly break off the kiss and frowned. “Really? You think I wore this for nothing?” she said with a sweep of her hand. The seductive smile on her lip said, getting some tonight wasn’t going to be quite that easy. “Dinner’s ready.” Her eyes devoured him for another lingering moment before she stepped away from his embrace. Reggie stared after his beautiful wife as she sauntered out the room toward the kitchen. The tiny robe clung to her curvy ass as she swayed in a sensual rhythm. He was anxious to have her legs draped over his shoulders.

Reggie
groaned then shrugged out of his coat and tossed it onto the couch. He then quickly slid off his boots and made his way into the kitchen. The sooner they got through dinner, then the sooner he could have his dessert.

*  *  *

“Boo, the lasagna was the bomb.”

“Thank you,” Berlin replied as
his dark, mesmerizing gaze locked on her. She stared at him, heart hammering, anticipating how the evening would end.

Grinning,
Reggie reached for his napkin and wiped his mouth. “Now I’m ready for dessert.” He reached out for her. “C’mere.”

Shaking her head, she
avoided his hand and rose from the chair. “Dessert is coming right up.” To keep from laughing, Berlin didn’t dare look at him as she moved over to the oven and removed a beautiful caramel apple pie that she had baked earlier. As soon as Reggie saw it, he groaned.

“
As much as I love your pie, that’s not the kinda dessert I had in mind,” he whispered huskily. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. For the last hour, she had been torturing him with suggestive comments while rubbing her foot against his leg.

“That’s too bad. I spent almost an hour making this pie,” she said with a playful pout.

Reggie met her eyes then sighed. “We have any ice cream?”

“Coming right up,” she replied with a saucy grin.
Berlin sauntered over to the refrigerator and removed a carton of ice cream.

“The
boys and I are gonna get started on the house this Friday.”

Nodding, she didn’t bother to look up while she filled two bowls with ice cream and pie.
“That’s good to hear.” There would be plenty of time to talk about the house later. She put the carton back in the freezer then carried over the two bowls and sat one in front of him.

“Thanks
, babe, you know I love your pie,” Reggie said yet the look in his eyes said he wasn’t talking about the pie in the bowl. She felt a quiver between her thighs.

Berlin
sat down and for several moments they stared at each other, gazes locked while they ate the sweet dessert in silence. Finally, Berlin lowered her fork to the table. “Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.

Reggie took another bite, paused then shook his head. “No.”

“Well, it’s hot in here to me,” she cooed then shrugged out of her robe. Just as she hoped one of the straps to the negligée slipped down off of her shoulder, exposing her left nipple. Reggie’s hand stopped mid-air.

“B
oo?”

“Yes?” she said innocently
as she resumed eating her pie.

“You know you wrong for that.”

“For what?” she asked, between chews.

“That nipple you have staring at me
, looking all delicious.”

She glanced dow
n, faked a gasp then smiled. “Sorry about that.” She make two ill attempts at lifting the strap before she shrugged then went back to eating her ice cream. She felt his hot, lustful gaze on her breast, causing her nipples to tingle with anticipation. It took everything she had to manage a straight face especially when Reggie started eating his dessert at warp speed.

Resisting a laugh
, Berlin finished her pie then rose and walked back over to the stove for another slice. By the time she swung around, Reggie had thrust himself out of the chair and was walking toward her. Instantly, her body quivered with desire. She loved when her husband lost control. “Reggie… I-I have an evening—”

“Later,” he snarled
as he cupped her ass, lifting her off the floor. “Right now I have other plans,” he said, the words coming out half laughter, half groan. Reaching up, he lowered the other strap and the nightie dropped to her thickening waist.

“
You’re so beautiful,” he growled and lowered his mouth to hers.

Without breaking the kiss
, Reggie began backing her up, over to his chair where he sat down, drawing her between his parted legs. Another quiver snaked her spine when she realized her nipples were within mere inches of his juicy lips.

“Aren’t you going to finish eating
your dessert?” she asked in a soft shaky whisper.

“Yep
,” he began and then licked his lips. “I’m getting ready to feast.”

Her
legs nearly collapsed when Reggie leaned in and took her breast into his mouth. Desire zipped through her body and made her hot and wet. “Oh,” Berlin moaned as her head lolled to the side. Reggie started off gentle and slow then he started sucking deeply, drawing her nipple between his lips. Her knees began to buckle so she gripped his shoulders to keep from falling onto his lap. Her body throbbed, heated and quivered all at the same time. The familiar intensity was there. That overwhelming need for the one man who knew all of her pleasure spots and her left nipple was one of them.

“
How about we go upstairs?” she suggested then shivered hard when he clamped down onto her other nipple. As he sucked, she dragged in a breath and stared.

Reggie
gaze was fastened on hers. “Whatever you want,” he breathed against her nipple and she realized he was breathing just as heavily as she was. As soon as he released her, she felt empty, craving his touch again.

Reggie
rose then brought his lips to her neck and shoulders. With a sigh, she tugged at his shirt and loosened the buttons then pulled it off his arms and onto the kitchen floor. Reggie drew back long enough to drag the t-shirt over his head.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to her husband’s
muscled chest. Perfect and chiseled. Dark hair. Cocoa nipples. “Now it’s my turn,” she murmured, then rained kisses along his beautiful chest while her hand slid along his rippled abdomen. There was nothing soft about his body.

Absolutely n
othing
, Berlin thought, as she cupped his bulging erection through his jeans. Reggie groaned then scooped her into his arms and carried her laughing up to their room where he placed her gently onto the bed.

“Wow,” he said
and then whistled as his eyes traveled around the entire space. Soft jazz music was coming from her iPad in the corner and the room was bathed in bright candlelight.

Berlin grinned. “I’m glad you like
it.”

“I do
,” he murmured with his eyes fixed on hers again. She didn’t miss the sparkle of sexual need. “Now I’ve got some making up to do.” Reggie climbed onto the bed and when he straddled her waist, Berlin felt his erection press against her stomach.

Reggie reached down,
squeezing her breasts. “I love watching these grow, knowing someday my son will be sucking on them.” He then thumbed a sensitive nipple. Instantly, she arched off the mattress. “You like that?” There was no mistaking the cockiness in his voice. He knew damn well that was her spot. “How do you like this?” His breath was hot against her nipple before he slipped it inside his mouth and gently teased until it was rock hard. Desire radiated from her breasts down to her throbbing kitty, and intensified with each twist of his teeth.

“
I love it,” she moaned. Berlin arched her back, drawing her breasts deeper into his mouth. He slid the negligee higher
then reached down and ripped the G-string from her body. Shocked, she gasped and said, “I just bought this outfit!”

“And it
’s sexy as hell.” He looked down at her, eyes dark with lust. “Take the credit card and buy another. Now… where was I?”
Reaching down between them, he cupped Berlin’s mound then teased her aroused flesh with his index finger, causing her to flinch on contact. Her eyelids flew open and she gazed up at him. His eyes were dark and dangerous with passion as he stroked her slickened folds.

“
It feels good, doesn't it?”

“
Yes,” she gasped as he began to stroke her at a torturing rhythm. “You know it does.”

“You’re so wet,” he growled as his finger continued to glide along her sensitive flesh, causing her to writhe beneath him.

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking against his hand. Reggie was driving her to the point of insanity and he knew it. There was no mistaking the control her husband had over her body. He rubbed, teased then began to probe, sliding in one finger after another inside of her. Berlin cried out for relief that was dangling so close but yet still out of reach.

Frustrated, s
he reached out and fumbled with the zipper to his jeans and eagerly slid them down over his hips.
Reggie released her long enough to shove his jeans and boxers to the floor then kicked them away.
Her eyes immediately were drawn to his beautiful penis, springing from a nest of dark curls, hard, aroused and standing to attention. Berlin sucked in a breath while she creamed between her thighs.

“Get back over here,” she said and crooked her finger.

“No, you c’mere.” Reggie grabbed her ankles and slid her to the edge of the bed. “Now spread your legs for me.”

S
he opened her trembling thighs and watched as her husband dropped his head between her legs.
The strokes of his sensational tongue had her squirming on the bed in no time.
Desire continued to build and heat generated at her nipples and drifted down to her clit.
Berlin held onto his head, curling her fingers, grabbing onto his cornrows while his tongue slipped inside, then out, and in again. “Oh… yesss!” she cried breathlessly as her hips pumped wildly and met his lips.