The holidays did nothing but make her want him more. The faint glow of the tacky Christmas lights making him seem all the more alluring. The Christmas holiday always made her more horny than usual, added to the fact that it made her ever more aware of the fact that she was alone for the holidays - AGAIN - doesn't make for a good combo, but still leaving her with a dull ache between her thighs that she knew only he could rid her of.
She wanted to pick up a piece of the discarded mistletoe and head into his office after the sun went down and ask; no DEMAND that he kiss her, to rub herself up against him until she could feel him hard against the inside of her thigh. She so wanted to unbuckle his belt and slip her hand inside to touch him. To feel him hard against her palm to hear his moan as her skin comes into contat with his, his tongue inside her mouth, his hands on her as he pushes the fabric of her skirt up over her hips the roughness of his skin grazing against the softness of hers, to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties.
She imagined how it would taste, how he would taste. The uniqueness of him tainted by the faint taste of eggnog heavy and creamy on his tongue, the slight bitterness to him from the vicodin. She knew she would like it, she knew that he'd bite her lip, the slight indentation where neck met shoulder would be covered in teeth marks and she'd revel in them.
She wanted to feel the cold glass of his desk against the heated skin of her buttocks and feel it drag against her as he pushes her backward, to be able to breathe out that delightful first sigh when he first pushes inside her, gives her what three years of pent up sexual frustration has made her want more than her next breath. She wanted to clench herself around his hard length and to her his deep-throated growl.
She wanted him to fuck her. She didn't care about tomorrow she just wanted him NOW! She NEEDED him. Needed to be able to feel him inside her, feel his release, to SEE it. To get there herself, to get there WITH him.
Drawing in a deep breath she reached forward and picked up a piece of mistletoe before composing herself and heading into his darkened office where he was currently taking refuge from the holiday he despised.
Yes, the holidays always did do weird things to her. But making her shy wasn't one of them.