Priceless: Urban Fairytales, Book 3 Page 2

  “Did you hear what I said?” Nia tapped her fingers on his chest. “I’m all yours.”

  “You better be because I don’t share.” He couldn’t even fathom the idea of doing so. “Not even for discounts on sad little trees.”

  Laughing, Nia released him and turned in his arms so her back was against his chest. “Look.”

  Eric wrapped his arms around her and glanced over to the corner where the tree was. “Yeah?”

  “Doesn’t it look great now?”

  Eric chose his next words carefully. “Remember how I said I didn’t think you could make it look any worse?”

  “Yes.”

  “I might have been mistaken.”

  Nia gave him a sharp jab to his stomach. “Shut up. It’s perfect, brat.”

  “Well, it is perfectly…done.”

  Nia looked up at him and smiled. “That it is.”

  “But I see we have a box of decorations still to be put up.”

  “True, but…” Nia glanced around the now completely Christmased room with a discerning eye. “I don’t really think we can put up anything else. It might be overkill.”

  “Oh I agree. I wasn’t going to decorate the room.” His voice dropped to a seductive whisper as he leaned to speak into her ear. “I’m going to decorate you.”

  Chapter Two

  Eric’s words were so unexpected it took a minute for his meaning to sink in. “Decorate me.” Nia licked her lips, and she took a few steps back. “That sounds a bit…kinky.”

  “Your point is…?”

  Her throat suddenly felt very dry. “Yeah…not sure I have one,” she admitted, still a little floored by Eric’s suggestion. Although he hadn’t been her first lover, he was definitely the most passionate and inventive. “What exactly do you mean though?”

  “What I said.”

  Nia glanced over at the box on the floor then back at her husband. He couldn’t really mean… “Are we talking star on head, ornaments on nipples, decorate?”

  “Well…” Eric tilted his head to the side, a contemplative look on his face. “Not star on head.”

  But nipples and stuff were apparently fair game. “Oh,” she said after a few seconds, because she really had no comeback for that.

  “Any objections?”

  She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “The hooks might scratch a bit.”

  “Possibly, but I promise to kiss it better.” Without waiting for her to reply, Eric made his way over to the box which held the leftovers. He picked up the box and carried it to the table, setting it down with a resounding thump. Carefully, as was his way, he began to sort through the remaining decorations. “Hmmm…looks like we have lots to choose from.”

  Words escaped her. He was absolutely serious. One second he’d been dogging her tree, the next talking about using her as a tree. Nia shook her head in amazement. Every time she thought she had a handle on her husband he would do or say something completely out of character. Some days she wasn’t sure who she was married to—the focused, studious, determined doctor, or the sensual, dominating, erotic lover.

  Nia was torn between wanting to say hell no, and her desire to do every depraved thing he hinted at. No, that wasn’t true, she wasn’t torn at all. “What about rules? I think we should have them.”

  “Fair enough.” Eric strolled over to the oven. Warm air burst from the door as he opened the appliance, taking a bit of the sting out of the room. They’d learned quickly to use that part of the stove as a heating source when they were in the kitchen. “First rule, I make all the rules.”

  Nia crossed her arms over her breasts, not because she was upset, but in hopes of hiding her nipples, which instantly hardened at his words. “Sounds…” she cleared her throat before continuing, “…like a game we’ve played before.”

  Eric switched on the burners on the stove, then turned, facing her once more. “We’ve never played this.”

  “Maybe not, but the rules are always the same.”

  With a wicked little smile on his lips, he walked over to her, stopping only when he was standing directly in front of her. “Because they make you wet.” He was so close she had to drop her arms or risk having them pinned. “Don’t they?” His voice was low and rich and held not an ounce of compromise in it.

  “Maybe.” Standing this close to him, with the heat seeping into the room, she began to feel a little lightheaded. His delicious, heady aroma filled the air around her and toyed with her senses, much in the way the man standing in front of her did with her libido. “You don’t play fair,” she said after a moment.

  “I play to win.”

  “What do you consider a win?”

  “The sweet sound you make when you come.”

  His words took her aback. Damn he was good. “You should have been a lawyer.”

  “Then do I have your consent to drive you out of your mind?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. First things first.” Eric slipped his hand under her sweater and cupped her butt. “Take everything off.”

  “But it’s still chilly in here.” Nia tried to focus on his words and not the lazy pattern his fingers were making on her behind.

  “I promise you this.” His voice was soft, his breath warm as he lowered his lips to kiss right below her left ear—one of the many spots on her body he’d found that could turn her to mush when toyed with just right. “You won’t be cold for long, and you’ll never look at Christmas decorations the same way again.”

  With his lips on her neck once more and his hands on her hips, cold was the very last thing Nia felt. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access and surrendered to the moment, to the man and to the delicious tremors he sent through her body with the barest of his touches.

  “Sunshine.”

  Nia opened her eyes, drunkenly raised her head and peered at her husband. “Yes?”

  “Take off everything then sit here on the table.”

  There wasn’t even a need to reply. Nia obeyed while he watched with lust-filled eyes. Eric was quiet the entire time she undressed, silent but attentive. She felt his gaze heavy on her even when she bent over to slip off her shoes and step out of her pants and panties.

  When she was wearing nothing but her grandmother’s heirloom, silver-filigree, garnet-pendant necklace, she placed her hand on her hip and stood proudly in front of him. She was going for a sexy come-hither look, but the shiver she let out and the goose bumps that broke out all over her arms instantly ruined it. The only thing remotely sexy about her now was how her nipples were erect, but even that had more to do with the crisp air than their naughty game. “Waiting for you to warm me.”

  Eric picked her up and set her next to the box on the table. “You mean these dark berries didn’t come out to play just for me?” he asked as he ran his hands up and down her arms, giving a little warmth to her chilled limbs.

  “Traitorous bitches.”

  “I think I might have to teach them a lesson, but first.” Eric let her go and pulled a Santa hat out of the box. He dangled the red fabric with the white trim in the air and smiled in his devilish way.

  Chill forgotten, Nia was ready for the fun. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

  “I hope so, but it’s not for me.” To her surprise, Eric set the hat in her lap and reached up behind her with both hands to free her hair from her ponytail. He tossed the band over his shoulder as if it were of no importance then ran his fingers through her thick strands. When it was down on her shoulders, Eric picked up the hat from her lap and arranged it on her head. When it was situated just right, he took a step away to admire his work. “Perfect. You might make a Christmas lover out of me yet.”

  “I do what I can for the cause.”

  “Good. Do you trust me?”

  “Absolutely,” she answered without hesitation.

  Eric pulled roughly an arm’s length of wide silver ribbon off its spool, then took out a pair of scissors he’d fou
nd stored in the box. He turned the shears until the sharp part was pointing toward himself and handed them to Nia. “Cut right there.”

  It only took one snip to slice through the material, but when she was done, he took the scissors away and set them along with the remaining ribbon on the table next to her.

  “I’m going to blindfold you now.”

  “I—”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked again, just as patiently as he had the first time. They’d played trust games before, and Nia knew if she wanted to quit at any time, all she had to do was say so.

  “With my life.” Nia closed her eyes, but then promptly opened them to give Eric a warning glare. “But if I hear one click from a camera, you’re a dead man.”

  His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Duly noted.”

  Content, she closed her eyes again and held still as he used the ribbon to blindfold her. The thin material was in no way the correct size for something like this. If she wanted, Nia could very well blink her eyes a couple of times to move it about so she could see, but that would ruin the game. So instead she held still as he tied the ribbon behind her head, before covering the back of the satin material with the bottom of the Santa hat.

  “Now clasp your hands together behind your back.”

  “Looks as if someone is getting into the Christmas spirit after all,” she said as she did as he requested.

  “Oh yeah, I’m feeling all kinds of jolly.”

  Being unable to see, she tried her best to figure out what he was up to. She had a general idea that was confirmed when she heard the scissors cut through another piece of fabric. Then, as she’d expected, her hands were gathered behind her and tied together with what felt like ribbon.

  Nia wiggled her fingers and moved her wrists back and forth, testing the bonds, but they didn’t give. “Satisfied, Kinky Klause?”

  “Close.” The sharp sound of something being pulled across the floor startled her. She jerked and almost lost her balance, but as usual, Eric came to her rescue and helped her right herself.

  “Careful.”

  “I’d be more careful if I knew what was going on.”

  “Yeah.” The scraping sound grew closer. “But where’s the fun in that?”

  “What are you…?” Before she could finish her sentence, Eric lifted her leg then set her foot on what felt like one of the kitchen chairs. Her hearing, extra sensitive now that her sight was restricted, detected the nimble snip of the scissors.

  Frowning, she tried to figure out what he was up to, but before she could ask, Eric placed her leg against the back of the cool chair and then tied her ankle to it. As soon as he was done, he lifted her free foot and placed it in a similar fashion, securing her to a second chair.

  “Eric,” she whispered.

  “Shh…” Eric took hold of her hips and pulled her dangerously close to the edge of the table. Her feeling of vulnerability increased tenfold as he pushed the two chairs out a bit, forcing her legs to spread lewdly.

  Silence was something she could not do. Nia knew he was her husband and he’d seen parts of her body she’d never even seen, but this just seemed vulgar, for her to be spread open, exposed before him. “Eric…this is just…”

  “Just the beginning.”

  His lips twitched almost into a smile as he watched Nia’s mouth snap shut. His loquacious baby wasn’t used to him getting the last word in, but Eric could tell he had truly thrown her for a loop. He could see the war she was waging so clearly on her face. The good girl versus the naughty woman that only he’d been able to bring out in her. Despite the battle going on, Eric knew without a shadow of a doubt which side of his wife would win. The vixen, of course, because as much as Nia might like to protest, she craved the pleasure only he could give.

  It was a mutual desire though. No other woman compared to the wonder he felt with and for Nia. The difference was because of the love they had for each other, even though Eric wasn’t as open as she was about his sentiments. With her blindfolded, Eric was free to let loose his ironclad control and allow all his emotions for her to play across his face. His pride in knowing she was his was forefront, but also the pride he had in her, knowing she trusted him enough to put her body into his hands.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice hitched slightly.

  “Staring at you.” He’d been so caught up in looking at her he completely forgot the rest of his plans. It was something that occurred often when he was in her presence. Eric couldn’t help it. He had a hard time believing she was his.

  Unknown to Nia, his mother, who really did like Nia, had tried to persuade him not to get married so young. Her marriage to his father had lasted eight years too long. The second one was shorter but in no way better. The only time Eric ever bore witness to successful marriages before meeting Nia’s parents were the ones he saw on cheesy sitcoms growing up. He was definitely not a romantic, not someone who was comfortable talking about feelings and emotions, but the idea of putting off proposing to her just because no one in the entire history of his family had ever been able to make it work didn’t sit well with him. When it came to Nia, waiting was something he couldn’t do. His need for her was so overwhelming, sometimes he felt almost suffocated with want of her.

  He had to tie her to him. She was one in a million, and he couldn’t chance she’d slip away. He’d been too afraid if he hesitated, even for a second, someone else would swoop in and sweep her off her feet. Someone who was more deserving, who had more to offer, more to give than a secondhand gold band and a crummy apartment. Not a kid one generation away from poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks. He wasn’t his father, or stepfather, for that matter. He could give Nia the love she needed, the love she deserved, even if it didn’t come easy to him.

  “Are you still staring at me?”

  “Yes,” he admitted with a grin, glad she couldn’t see the dark flush that rose in his cheeks.

  “Uhhh…” She shifted as if trying to shield herself from him. “Don’t.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”

  Nia shook her head, brushing away the compliment as she always did.

  “I mean it. You take my breath away.”

  “Eric.”

  She could try to deny it all she wanted, but to him she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth. “Shh…” Eric stepped into the V he’d made of her legs and caressed her lips with the pad of his thumb. “Let me look at you, touch you.” He worked his finger lower, past her bottom lip, to her chin, to the long graceful column of her neck, then across the chain of the necklace she was never without. Without even touching her he could see her pulse throbbing at the base of her throat. She wasn’t the only one excited.

  Eric’s throat ran dry as he stroked his pale fingers down her smooth flesh. He bypassed her breasts on purpose for the moment and continued south to the firm valley of her stomach. The dark, flat flesh was soft to the touch, but it flickered under his fingers as her breathing picked up. Her breasts rose and fell as she took in a shaky breath, drawing his gaze back to her supple yet pert mounds.

  Her nipples were beaded, begging in their way for him to reach out and take them into his mouth. God he loved her breasts. They weren’t overly large, nor were they small. They fit perfectly in the palms of his hands, making them the best handful he ever had the pleasure of touching.

  Just to show his appreciation a bit and, of course, just because she aroused him to do so, Eric leaned forward and laved one nipple, then the other, until both of her erect tips were glistening and harder than ever. But one lick wasn’t enough, and he had to go back again and again, driving both he and Nia mad with desire.

  “Please, Eric.” She pulled back, trying to release her well-loved nipples from his mouth. “I need you to make love to me. Now.”

  “I will.”

  “No. Now.” She was so cute when she was demanding.

  “In due time, pet. I’m not done playing.”

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��You’re not?” Her tone bounced between desperation and disappointment.

  “No, there’s another part of you I’ve yet to kiss tonight.” Eric kicked off his shoes before lowering himself to his knees. “Now, if you’re a good girl, Santa will give you something all big girls want.”

  “What’s that?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper.

  His fingers parted the neatly trimmed curls covering her dark lips to expose her even more to his eager gaze. “A Christmas orgasm, of course.”

  “Do I have…” her words cut off as he gently blew warm air against her erect bud, “…mmm…have to wait for Christmas?”

  Eric pulled away a bit and looked up at her from between her legs. “Were you a good girl?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Not even remotely good,” Nia admitted with a naughty grin.

  That’s my girl. “Then you can have it now. But you have to beg for it. Beg me to eat your pussy, and I’ll give you an orgasm so good it will be the only thing you’ll put on your Christmas list from now on.”

  “Please eat my pussy.”

  Game or no game, Eric didn’t have to be asked twice. Leaning forward, he slipped his tongue between her slick folds and tasted his wife in all her glory. He made love to Nia with his mouth. He sampled her, lapped her, made her pussy cream with his teasing tongue tricks, all in the hopes of pleasing her.

  With her cries urging him on, he added his fingers, one after the other, until he had her pussy crammed full with three thrusting digits. He took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked hard, adding the extra dose of pleasure he knew she craved.

  The sweet aroma and the heady taste of her pussy made his dick jerk. Enough was enough. Impatient, Eric rose to his feet. He made quick work of taking off his shirt before he unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Frantic with need, he shoved his shorts and the denim down, stepping out of them as fast as he could. He barely gave the clothes a second thought as he kicked them out of the way.

  Aroused beyond belief, Eric stepped closer to Nia. He reached behind her and untied her trembling hands.