Three Little Words

This one is for the 2020 Winter Holidays Contest. As always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. And thank you for reading.

This is a longer than I usually write, and I hope you'll enjoy it. Happy Holidays, and Stay Safe!

GISELLE

"Ooh, look, it's him." Miranda leaned in and whispered so all of us could hear her over the din of the packed ballroom, carefully pointing her finger in his direction.

"Who are we talking about?" I asked, trying to look around her without spilling my wine.

"Rory McLean, who else? Isn't he the absolute hottest hunk of man you've ever seen?" Happily married, heavily pregnant Joanie sighed. "Hmmm, come to mama, big boy," she murmured, rubbing her big round belly, making all of us laugh.

"Just so you know, Joanie, that baby bump of yours is not a magic lamp. So you can quit rubbing that poor baby's butt, hoping for a miracle," Miranda muttered, before going back to devouring the man in question with her eyes.

I just shrugged. "He's okay, I guess." Their mouths agape, I wanted to laugh at the way they all turned their heads at once, shocked that I'd say something like that about their idol.

Especially my assistant, tall, willowy, ebony-haired Marcie, who was staring at me like I'd lost my mind. "You have got to be kidding. That man is 100% grade A certified beefcake. And I'd bet he's really packing, too. Just by the way he carries himself and fills out a suit like nobody's business, like he knows he can have any woman he wants with just the crook of his finger, tells me all I need to know. And I'd bet everything I own that he'd be fantastic in bed, and would really know how to make a girl squeal."

I took a longer look, and shook my head. "I guess he's not bad if you're into red-heads. But he doesn't do anything for me."

That got me another dramatic eye roll from Marcie. "Giselle, remind me after the holidays to book you an appointment to get your eyes checked. Because that man is all kinds of hot, and I don't know how you can't see it." Heaving a sigh, she glanced back at him. "With that light beard he's got kind of a sexy Chris Evans thing going on, and I'd sure like to know firsthand if he's as hot as he looks." Tipping her head, she studied him a little more closely. "And I wouldn't say his hair is actually a vibrant fiery red like yours, it's more of a golden reddish-blonde that goes perfectly with that GQ scruff he's rockin'. And don't get me started on the sexy way he smiles, those long-lashed baby blues, or that killer body that I'd love to run my fingers over, or even my tongue, if he'd let me."

Miranda grinned, winking at Marcie. "Maybe we should try sexing him up together sometime."

Marcie laughed, nodding her head. "I'm game if you are. I'd be happy to do anything he wanted, as long as I get a chance to get busy with that hot piece of man candy."

Taking a sip of my drink, I watched them all turn back to stare, I guess hoping he'd wander over and say something witty or flattering that would get them all even giddier -- if that was even possible.

Leaving them to have their fun, before dinner was served I made the rounds and said hello to everyone I always saw at these construction industry things. And as I wished everyone a happy holiday, I was careful to avoid bumping into His Hotness.

After I'd taken a moment to peruse the items listed at the silent auction table I put in a couple of bids on a few things, like a trip to Mexico, since the dinner was in aid of two worthy causes: local food banks and providing toys for underprivileged kids. But even if I won, being the managing director of one of the biggest window and door manufacturers in the country, I knew I couldn't really afford the time to go to Cancun, no matter what time of year I tried to go. Though I was elated to finally be getting a whole week off now for the holidays, for the first time in ages.

I was just setting the pen back down and a shiver ran down my spine when I felt a hand sliding down my back, till I could detect some pretty insistent fingers grazing the top of my backside, before venturing even lower. Turning, I forced a smile when I saw it was Chuck Harper, one of our biggest customers who had been trying to talk me into bed for years. I'd honestly never seen anyone as polished or as vain. With his immaculately trimmed black hair gelled to within an inch of his life, nearly blindingly white smile, and clad in a trendy body-hugging shimmery navy blue suit, that I imagined he thought made him look like he still had it. But to me he just looked like a desperate guy on the prowl.

"Hey, Chuck," I said, carefully shifting away from him, till thankfully I felt his hand drop. "How are the wife and kids?"

He gave me a narrow eyed glare, I imagine for rubbing in the fact that he was married. Still, he nodded and said, "Good, everything's good." But the way his eyes raked me over from top to toe like a snake about to pounce, I had to force myself not to shudder. "And you're looking good, too, Giselle, damn good." He stepped a little closer, leaned in and breathed against my ear, "You staying here in the hotel tonight?"

Taking another step back, I lied, "No, I'm heading home as soon it's over, catching the next train back to Montreal."

With his gaze locked on my lips, he reached out and traced a finger along my jaw, making me cringe and wonder if he could possibly be any sleazier. "Shame. I was hoping maybe we could have a drink together after this--" he waggled his eyebrows, and slyly murmured -- "up in my room."

Yeah, like that was ever going to happen.

I quickly picked my wine glass off the table, touched it to his, and flashed him a big fake smile. "Well, I can wish you a happy holiday now, since we've both a got a drink."

Annoyed that I wasn't willing to play along, the smile left his eyes. Clenching his jaw, his hot breath hissed against my ear, "You and I would be good together, you know that? Why won't you me give a chance to show you just how good I can make you feel?"

I took yet another step back, hating this ridiculous tango he was forcing me to perform. "Well, first of all you're married, and I never mess around with married men. And secondly, I'm not looking for anything with anyone right now. But I hope you enjoy your dinner, and that you have a wonderful holiday with your family."

Before he could respond, thankfully the little bell started ringing to announce that dinner was about to be served, so I gave him a little wave, rolled my eyes and went and found my company's table.

Of course I knew being one of the few women at these things made me a target, like I had a big red circle painted on my ass, practically saying 'come and get it.' But since I never showed any interest in any of them, I kept hoping they'd back off and start treating me like an equal, rather than just a sex object. More than that though, I really hated that so many of them liked to cheat whenever they were away from their families. And their poor wives back at home with the kids probably didn't have a clue what their husbands were up to when they were out at one of these things.

Aside from the cat and mouse game good old Chuck had forced me into playing, at least dinner was good, kind of a gourmet take on Christmas dinner. It started with a delicious creamy mushroom and stilton soup. Then succulent turkey, glazed ham and roast veggies, garlic mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce for the main course. And for dessert, like we needed any more, there was warm Christmas pudding with brandy sauce, melt in your mouth white and chocolate shortbread cookies and candy cane ice cream with little whimsical meringue snowflakes piped on top.

But as good as it was, I only had a little taste of everything, because if I wanted to keep my job, I knew I had had to keep myself in shape. Because nobody liked a woman carrying any extra weight, especially one who headed a company. So I had to do my best to look the part. Especially with the rumors I'd been hearing lately about the possibility of our company being bought out.

Pushing that thought aside, sitting enjoying an after dinner liqueur with my posse, as I liked to called them, as I listened to them laughing and talking together, I liked to think I was paying it forward. I knew I was fortunate to have gotten hired by Grant Tucker, the owner of the company, who took a chance on me before he retired, and turned the reins over to his son Grant Junior. So naturally I was happy to give a leg up to other women trying to get into a male dominated industry like ours. An industry was never too thrilled to see a woman at their boardroom table, or even on their sales force, no matter how competent she was.

Since my company was based in Montreal with offices across the country, and it was getting late, I planned to stay the night in a room I'd booked upstairs in the hotel. Then in the morning, I'd take the train from Union Station, just up the street in downtown Toronto and head home. I knew the rest of the girls were planning to spend a day or two last minute Christmas shopping in the Eaton's Centre and a few of the other trendy shops along Yonge Street. But since I didn't need any more clothes or shoes and really had no one to buy for, seeing as my sister's family were happy with the gift cards I always sent them for Christmas, I knew I'd be heading home on my own.

After the dinner was over, and I'd said my goodbyes, up in my room, fresh from the shower, I'd just slipped into a sheer black silk and lace teddy, and was sliding my feet back into my sexiest black patent leather heels when I heard a sharp rap on the adjoining door that led to the room connected to mine.

Already smiling, with my heart starting to beat a little faster, I tugged on the matching thigh-high robe and went and unlocked the door.

Then I shook my head as I looked at gorgeous Rory, of course wearing a devilish smirk, clad in a white terry hotel robe, hopefully with nothing on underneath.

I could actually feel the heat of his gaze as it slowly slid over me making my nipples grow hard. "Damn, baby, you look hot," he murmured, stepping close and pulling me into his arms with his hands sliding down to my ass for a squeeze. "I've been aching for a taste of these luscious lips all night. Especially while I watched you carefully avoiding even saying hello to me, while that bastard Chuck Harper kept trying to paw at you. I know he's a client, but if I ever catch him touching you again..."

I had no desire to talk about Chuck, when I had what I wanted right in front of me. Touching my finger to his lips, I shook my head, pushed up on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him like my life depended on it. God I'd missed this with him. And just like every time we got together it was like spontaneous combustion the moment his lips touched mine.

Shivering at the feel of him hard against my belly, his lips trailing a path along my neck to my ear sending goosebumps chasing across my skin, my pulse racing into overdrive, already it felt like my blood was on fire. "All week I've been looking forward to this, imagining you naked in my bed," he breathed into my ear, "and I can't wait, anymore, Giselle, I need you. I need to be inside you."

More than happy to comply, I slid my hand into his robe, grinning as I wrapped my hand around him, already nice and hard, just the way I liked him. Smirking to myself, it made me happy to know firsthand that the girls were right, and my sexy secret lover really was packing some heat.

As I toyed with him, stroking him up and down in my hand, smoothing my thumb over the slick, swollen crown, Rory made me laugh when he impatiently nipped at my earlobe and started to growl.

Kissing his way down to my breasts, licking at my nipples right through the silk, he murmured, "You keep that up, you little tease, and we won't even make it into bed. I'll just take you up against the wall, till I've gotten you screaming your damn head off. You have any idea how fucking hot you looked tonight in that killer black dress, with just a hint of cleavage and those wicked come-fuck-me heels? You had me so hard, I wanted to drag you up here and show you what you were doing to me, before they'd even served dinner."

Smiling into his big baby blues, sliding my fingers through his thick reddish-blond hair, I've gotta say, the man knew just what to say to get my nipples tingling and my pussy dripping. Cupping his gorgeous face in my free hand, drawing his full bottom lip between my teeth I sucked and gently nipped, trying hard not to laugh as he rolled his eyes skyward, his patience just about run out. Really starting to growl now, I could feel him growing even thicker in my hand, as I enjoyed the feel of him sliding through my fist.

Teasingly running my tongue across his bottom lip to try and soothe him, I whispered against his mouth, "Then I guess you'd better take me to bed, lover boy."

That was all he had to hear. He tossed off his robe, and his beautiful cock sprang free, as hard as I'd ever seen it, just glistening with pre-cum. I laughed as he lifted me off my feet and nearly kissed my face off as he raced us into the other room and tossed me onto the bed, bouncing my ass on the mattress. Wow! I'd never seen him so eager.

Seeing as he already had my pussy dripping, moaning at the sight of him stroking himself in his hand, I had no room to talk. I was so ready for this, I swear the heat pooling between my legs was almost enough to set me ablaze. My pulse racing through my veins, my breasts heaving, I could hardly wait to feel him sliding between my legs.

But then he startled me and I let out a gasp, when I felt him capturing my wrists in his hands, clicking a pair of handcuffs into place, locking me onto one of the wooden rungs on the headboard, trapping my hands over my head. Though I could feel my heart slamming against my ribs, nearly beating out of my chest, I just cocked an eyebrow and tried to sound cool. "So, you're into bondage now, is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Chuckling, he shook his head. "No. But it's the only way I could think of to get you to listen."

RORY

Sitting back on my haunches, I don't think I'd ever seen anything as beautiful or anything hotter than her right now. If the sight of her long, fiery red hair curling around that gorgeous face wasn't enough, those big green eyes dark with arousal, and the way her perfect breasts were heaving, clad in that tiny scrap of black silk had me nearly out of mind with need. And seeing her bound to the bed, if possible, was only making me harder. Though I'd never been into bondage -- at least I didn't think -- I just hoped she'd hear me out, knowing she couldn't escape back to her room if I said anything she didn't want to hear.

But I thought it was long past time that we had this conversation, whether she liked it or not.

Unable to resist, I lifted her feet to my lips, and dropped kisses to the top of each one, gently stroking them with my thumbs, I gazed up at her. "God even your feet are beautiful, so delicate and soft."

Smirking, she asked, "So, that's what you needed to share, that you've been hiding a secret foot fetish?"

With my eyes trained on hers, I shook my head. Sliding onto my belly I began tracing a sensual path with my lips over her slender ankles, up along her silky calves, to her knees, where I paused to lash my tongue into the tender flesh in the back of each one, smiling as she shivered. And I whispered against her flesh, "I need to tell you how I feel, Giselle."

Parting her thighs, dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sex, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal, I smiled against her pussy. The way she was anxiously shifting, thrusting up her hips, and really starting to moan, I could tell my lady love was hungry for more than a few little kisses.

It was the heat of my lips sliding over her silk covered sex that really set her off and got her quivering, though. Her every breath coming quicker, making her breasts rise and fall, squirming and softly whimpering, just itching for me to slide in and take her, I was so tempted to do just that. But what I had to do first couldn't wait. I watched her eyes drifting shut, as I lapped at her through her teddy, lost in her delectable sweetness.

Then I whispered what I'd been desperate to tell her since the day I'd first set eyes on her. "I love you Giselle. And I need more than these couple of hookups we manage to arrange every few weeks. I want us to be a couple. I need you in my life, and I think you need me, too."

Then just as I feared, as what I was saying began to sink in, she froze, like I'd flipped a switch and turned her off. The seconds seemed to tick by in slow motion, till finally with a sad little sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at me with such regret, that I already knew what she was going to say. "Rory, I wish I could, but I can't give you any more. You know that. It's what we agreed to when we started this whole thing two years ago. This was just supposed to be fun, just a little stress reliever for both of us. We promised each other that we'd never let it get too serious. And if it ever did, we said we'd call it quits before we got in too deep, so that neither of us would get hurt."

That was her idea, not mine. But I wasn't about to argue, when I had other ways of persuading her.

Sliding my hands under her, I cupped her ass and squeezed. "I can't help it that you've gotten under my skin. And I know you've got to be feeling something for me, or we wouldn't be sneaking around to be together like this every chance we get."

Her bottom lip starting to tremble, her eyes a little misty, she looked down at me. "Rory, can you unlock the cuffs, please?"

"That depends -- are you going to run out of here if I do?" I wouldn't give up, because I just couldn't lose her.

Pushing aside the crotch of her teddy, I started suckling her clit, gently flicking all around it with my tongue. And just like I knew she would, she started whimpering even louder, desperately thrusting her hips up to meet my mouth, practically feeding herself to me. I know just how to make her come, and right now I didn't care if I was being a little underhanded to make her see reason, by making her see stars. I love her enough, that if I have to spend the entire night proving it to her, just like this, I would.

"Damn, Rory, you're such an evil bastard," she muttered between gasps.

Smiling against her quivering pussy, I loved the way she shifted and moaned, rocking her hips as her body got ready to let go, convinced there was nothing sweeter in the world than seeing my baby come, and come hard.

The instant I slid two fingers inside her and found the spot that I'd discovered would send her right over the edge, as I worked them in and out of her, she started shivering like crazy, and murmuring, "Oh, yes, right there."

But I knew what she really needed.

When I got between her legs, took hold of my cock and nudged my way inside her, carefully stretching her inside to take me, tossing back her head, she whispered, "Oh, Yes, Rory, please."

Gazing down at her gorgeous face looking so blissed out, how could I ever deny her? And why would I even want to? Watching her falling apart as I slid in a little deeper with each thrust, I touched my lips to hers and whispered, "Just think we could be together like this all the time. And all you have to do to make it happen is say, Yes, I want this with you, too."

Taking hold of her legs and slipping them around my waist, I got up on my hands and really began to ride her, amazed how every time with her felt even more incredible than the last. "Oh, I'm coming so damn hard," she cried out, digging her teeth into her bottom lip to try and stop herself from screaming her head off. Clamping down, squeezing me inside her tight, like always, she wanted to take me with her when she came.