All Chapters of A Naughty Christmas Affair: Fake Dating My Ex Brothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Autumn Something in Elijah’s expression shifts, and I can’t quite read it. “You’re a virgin?” he asks.There’s no judgement in it, no pity, but I still hide my face in my hands when I nod.I feel flushed all over from the embarrassment of this conversation, and I only have myself to blame.“I know that probably sounds…” I shake my head, not even sure what to say. “Naive? Sheltered? Something like that. I know how it has to sound to you. You’re older than me, and you’ve been all over, so you probably have tons of experience.”To my surprise, a little smile curls the corner of his mouth. “Heartbreaker, you could have men tripping over themselves for you if you wanted.” I snort with disbelief, and he reaches out to poke me in the arm. “I’m serious. But you know… your first time shouldn’t have been with some random stranger in a place you might never go to again. You deserve better than that.”My stomach flips at his words and the sincerity in them. He really does mean what he’s saying

Autumn The tip of it touches my clit, and I cry out, surprised from the jolt of pleasure that lances through me. I slap a hand over my mouth, trying to hold back, but that just makes Elijah stop so he can pin me with a look.Something about the expression on his face combined with the sheen of my own arousal on his lips just makes my stomach flip and my pussy clench.“I said don’t hide,” he tells me, his voice a low, sexy growl now. “I want to see you and I want to hear you. I want to know that you’re as into this as I am.”“I definitely am,” I pant, swallowing around a sudden lump in my throat.“Good. Then let me hear that. You’re too sexy to be hiding any part of yourself.”My heart kicks into overdrive at that, and I don’t know if it’s just sexy talk or if he actually means that, but either way it just makes me want him more.He goes back down, continuing to eat me out, and I gradually loosen up, letting him hear the moans and soft cries as they spill from my lips.I’m immediately

Autumn I wake up with a start, the edge of the dream still floating around me. It takes a second for my head to clear enough to realize that I’m actually awake now, and not still back in the memory of my night with Elijah.My body hums with arousal, the same way it did in the dream, and I let out a soft moan, just to vocalize the feeling. My nipples are peaked, and it’s like there’s a separate pulse between my legs, keeping time with my racing heart from how turned on I am right now.I haven’t thought of that night so vividly in a while, but it makes sense that it would be on my mind, with Elijah so close these days. I tried to stop thinking about it after it seemed like Elijah either didn’t remember or wanted to pretend like it never happened. That seemed like the safer way to go about it.He left a few days afterward, shipping out again, and we never spoke of it. A few years later, I ended up dating Andrew, and it seemed like bad manners to talk about it when I was with Elijah’s br

Autumn We make it through the morning rush, and there’s a lull in the flow of people coming in, giving us time for a little break.I glance over at him, taking in the way he looks relaxed here. “You’re good with the customers,” I say.“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m not Luke, living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere because I don’t know how to talk to people.”“No, I know,” I tell him. “It’s just… I don’t know. It must be hard to get to know people well with all the traveling you do, but you’re still good at small talk and everything.”He shrugs. “Sure, but that’s surface level stuff. It’s easy to chat with some old lady about what her grandkids want for Christmas. And besides, being friendly with the customers gets you better tips.” He points to the jar on the counter that is much fuller now than it usually is by this time of the morning.“I get that, but still, don’t you miss the connection of sticking around sometimes? Getting to know people on a deeper level.”He lifts one shoul

Benedict It’s like flicking off a light switch, the way something changes in Autumn’s demeanor so suddenly. All the brightness that was there before drains out, leaving her almost blank and definitely more reserved. She disappears into the kitchen like she’s trying to escape from me, and I frown after her, not sure what just happened.When I follow her into the kitchen a moment later, she’s loading more dough onto a tray to slide into the oven.“Oh,” she says, not even glancing up at me when I walk in. “Are you heading out?”“No? I came looking for you.”“I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.”“Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look.“Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.”Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s o