AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is rated M.


Under The Mistletoe

Chapter 4

-ZED-

After our brief encounter, Addison hasn't so much as looked at me. She cracked a joke then panicked and fled. She must have gotten freaked out and thought she'd offended me or something. I tried calling after her but she took off so quick. Her joke caught me off guard. I'm not used to a woman being so outspoken and sure of herself. It's sexy as hell.

"What are your plans for the next two hours?" I peel the new costume of thin red fabric over my jeans and toss the pants into my locker. When she says nothing, I glance in her direction and notice she's standing still, staring into her locker but not moving.

"Addison?" I slip the top of the costume off and toss it in with the rest. After slipping one arm into the sleeve of my flannel shirt, she still hasn't so much as twitched. Concerned, I drop the shirt, leaving it to dangle off my arm as I cross the room to her. "Hey, are you okay?"

"What? Oh my God." She whirls around and slams back.

Startled by her reaction, I freeze. This is nothing like the spitfire I met yesterday. Something definitely has her spooked.

"Are you all right?" I step toward her but stop as her eyes widen. Her plump lips part and I notice her breaths are fast and her face is flushed.

"Sorry, yeah… I'm fine. It's just…" Her eyes are glued to my chest. I look down at the black tank top expecting to find a spider clinging to the front.

"What?"

"Wow… You… um… you're a lot of sex appeal and far too close to a hungry girl like me."

Her words hit like a punch to the gut. My mind twists and turns her words around to be sure I'd heard them right. "I'm sorry?"

"You're hot and I'm horny. I can't think straight. I need to… I don't know… go take care of something." She closes her locker and turns to leave as if she'd just informed me she left her phone in her car.

I grab her wrist and push her back. The metal clangs and rattles behind her. She peers up at me through her thick lashes. My cock throbs at her words and it pulses harder with every second I stand near her. A shiny glint between her breasts catches my eye. I trace the chain down her chest and finger the pendant hanging from its hiding place.

"Hmm… a mistletoe charm. That's an interesting place to hang it." I reach out and carefully pick it up, raising it above her lips. "Let's maybe start here though..."

"Fuck." Addison pants. Her body coils around me, her fingers snake into my hair. Before I realize what is happening, she pulls my mouth down on hers.

A melodic moan escapes her. The sudden urge to toss her over my shoulder and find the nearest semi-acceptable place to throw her down and rip off her costume becomes stifling. My greedy hands savagely grope over her torso, searching for any opening to slip through and feel glorious bare flesh.

Addison jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pins me against her. I should stop this. At the very least, I should pull back and tell her who I am. I'm supposed to be representing this company and leaving this job the second a new hire can replace me. But the thought of any other man being trapped between her legs has a foreign desire building within me.

I want to claim this woman as my own. I want to tame this firecracker.

"Woah, woah. Cool it, you two. This ain't the town bar." An older woman's voice from the doorway has us ripping apart. I didn't hear the door. Dammit, this is bad.

This is the part where Addison gets spooked again and runs off. Hopefully, two hours of break will be long enough for her to relax and she doesn't run off for good. Steeling myself for the latter but praying for the former, I risk a glance at her. Instead of a deer in the headlights gaze or a look of humiliation or shock, I find her staring at me as if I were on a silver platter.

Without a word, Addison grabs my hand and runs from the room with me in tow. A sideways glance at the middle-aged security officer who'd interrupted us earns me a smirk and a thumbs up from the salt and pepper-haired woman. Her deep chuckle chases us down the hall and through the doors to the employee parking lot.

This is happening. This is a thing. I'm being dragged off the job by a Hollywood extra in a bad Christmas movie who's apparently so horny she can't function. I need to go take care of something. Her words echo through my mind and straight to my dick.

It's only four but it's completely dark out this late in the year. The employee parking lot is riddled with long shadowed rows, busted street lights painting the cement patch in spotty arrays of pale yellow. Any other day, any other employee, and I might be worried this romance is about to turn into a slasher flick.

There's a brief flash of light as a car is unlocked. The sound of a door flying open. And in the dim light, I can just make out Addison's silhouette right before I'm pushed into the backseat of an SUV. Her lips crash over mine, her tongue invading my mouth.

Hot damn, this woman. My cock is throbbing, ready to play but my mind is desperately trying to catch up. Her hands fist in the front of my tank, the forgotten dangling flannel is ripped from my arm. She arches back and an awkward fumbling leads to the door slamming shut behind her. The cold interior barely registers.

"I don't have a…" I choke out between her lips.

"Pill." Is all she says in answer.

Her body shakes on top of me and I find she'd somehow stripped off her costume. I pull off her tank top and finally feel the smooth heat of her delicate skin beneath my fingers. She moans, her head tipping back. I wrap my arms around her small waist and pull her hips to grind against me.

"Oh, Zed…" she moans my name with such abandon I nearly lose it. Heat emanated from her, beckoning to me from beneath her tiny black shorts.

I grab her waist and twist to climb over her but a dull thunk draws a soft, "ow," from her lips.

"Shit, sorry. What'd I hit?"

"Ugh, my head. Driver's headrest."

"Let me…" I run my hands through her gorgeous hair and find the spot she clutches with her slender fingers. With gentle pressure, I massage the small lump to soothe the ache.

Headlights flash through the interior, lighting up her face mere inches above mine. Her icy blue-colored eyes and her snow-white hair taking my breath away.

"Better?" My whisper forms a small cloud in the chill air. The headlights of the parking car turn off, casting us back into darkness.

"You're an odd one." Addison's voice is somber. "You're making sure I'm okay from a little bump on the head even though I'm half-naked, in your lap, and a virtual stranger."

"Well, it's my fault you hit your head."

Icy fingers trace my jaw. My grasp is trapped by her seeking lips. She kisses me lightly. "Still…" her whisper warms my lips and then she's kissing me again.

Careful not to knock her out this time, I lift her just enough to slide from underneath her then lay her on the backseat. Kneeling sideways on the floor, I fumble in the dark for the waistband of her shorts but my fingers find the hot bare skin of her hip instead.

My breath hitches as my hands find no fabric left to remove. Her torso presses into my hands and the mental image of her arching her back floods my thoughts. Damn this darkness and this car. Who cares if we're caught… again… I want to see this present in all its unwrapped glory.

Although I am somewhat grateful for the dark as I flail and struggle out of my jeans in the small space behind the front seats. Another set of headlights burst through right at that thought and I'm momentarily illuminated.

One leg out of the jeans rests on the front center console while the other leg is half curled beneath me. My arms splay across the tops of the passenger front seat and the back row. The brief flash leaves enough time for our eyes to connect and my awkward position to shatter the sexy illusion darkness had afforded.

Laughter bubbles out of her. "Oh, that is priceless. Haven't you ever had sex in a car before?"

"Not since high school. Either I was a lot smaller back then or cars were a lot bigger."

Damn. She saw me in the worst possible way and in my humiliation, I missed seeing her beautiful body bared and waiting for me.

"What are you waiting for, a telegraphed invitation?" Her hands grip the tank top I'd yet to remove and I'm pulled to bend over her. Laughter tickles my ear as Addison's hands snake up my back.

"Touch me," she whispers.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the late update! Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday!