Free Christmas With The Billionaire by Susan Stephens

every way.  
    He distracted himself by sinking into her. It was like plunging into warm, sweet cream. She was so responsive, and she seemed to know instinctively what he liked.  
    “More,” she murmured, urging him on. “You know exactly what I like.”  
    He laughed. “The feeling’s mutual.”  
    She cried out excitedly after just a few strokes. “Yes... Oh, yes!”
    They were extraordinary in bed together, but would this ever be enough for Kate? Somehow, he doubted it. She would want more from him. She would want everything.

    “Trifle at midday?” Kate queried, finger on her bottom lip as she played stern to Jason’s bad-boy as he emerged triumphant with the pudding she’d made from the fridge.  
    “Why not?” he queried. “We missed supper, breakfast and lunch, and I’m hungry for something sweet.”  
    “I wasn’t sweet enough for you?”
    He laughed as he lifted her onto the kitchen table. “Lie back and let’s see...”
    “What?”
    “Lie back,” he commanded.
    She watched as he plunged his hand into the trifle. “Oh, no—get a bowl for that—”  
    “I already got a bowl—”
    “Jason, I—”
    “What?”  
    “You can’t use me as your— You can,” Kate conceded, writhing with pleasure as Jason covered her in cream.  
    Hot sex. Humor. Warmth. What more did she want from a man? Kate reflected later as they soaped each other down in the shower.  
    “I can’t believe where that cream got to,” Jason murmured as he kissed her neck.  
    “Believe it.” She laughed as she stared into his eyes. She knew deep down that what she wanted from Jason was more than he could give her. She was just an unexpected interlude in a Christmas he had expected to be uneventful.  
    “What are you thinking about now?” he demanded, pushing her hair away from her face. “If you won’t tell me the reason for that frown, I’ll have to fuck it out of you.”
    “Would you?” She smiled slowly. “Would you, please?”
    He shrugged. “If I must.”
    “I think you must—”
    She exclaimed with excitement as he lifted her and slammed her against the wall. She locked her legs behind his back as he supported her. She loved it when he cupped her buttocks, holding her in place. “Now,” she commanded, biting down hard on his shoulder.
    Jason pulled his head back to look down at her. “First, explain why I can never get enough of you?”  
    “Because I’m the best?” she teased.  
    “You are,” he said, turning serious and surprising her.
    But that wouldn’t change anything, she thought, gasping as he sank deep. This was amazing, but this was now, and tomorrow everything might change.
    Her mouth opened on his shoulder to drag in air. Jason was so good at this. He was her master of pleasure. He thrust rhythmically, dependably, deep, and within seconds she was screaming her release. Her body bucked convulsively, out of control, but not out of Jason’s control. He held her safe until she quieted, and then he kissed her so tenderly, intimately, almost as if he felt the same bittersweet shadow brushing over them too.  
    After they showered, they got dressed and went out arm in arm to catch breakfast. They ate muffins and caramel wafer biscuits, and drank hot chocolate with cream piped on top—everything Jason’s fitness regime, and Kate’s half-hearted attempts at slimming, would prohibit. They had chosen the first steamy café packed with people they came across on the busy road, and had to muscle their way through the good-natured crowd to reach the counter. They were starving. They hadn’t realized how hungry they were, and they laughed as they ordered more and more food to fill the yawning gap.  
    “Sex makes me hungry,” Jason admitted.
    “You don’t say!” She laughed as Jason moved in for a kiss. “Me too.”
    “You’ve got a cream mustache.”  
    “I’m trying to compete with your stubble—”
    The breath left her lungs in a rush when he kissed the cream away, and