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  Rejoice

  A Curvy Seduction Saga Holiday Story

  Aidy Award

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

  Parts of this book were previously published as Curvy Seduction: Rebound, Curvy Seduction: Harem, Curvy Seduction: Circus, Curvy Seduction: Bliss, and Curvy Seduction: Explosion

  Curvy Seduction: The Complete Series/ Aidy Award. -- 1st ed.

  Rejoice

  Angelina:

  Gray hates Christmas. How did I not know this?

  I lurve the holidays.

  I’m going to unscrooge him.

  *rubs hands together and starts planning

  Gray:

  Best way to spend Christmas?

  In bed. With Angel under me. Begging me.

  Sucking me like a candy cane.

  Screw the holidays.

  Contents

  1. The Plan

  2. Passed the Past

  3. The Present

  4. Future Perfect

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  “…I am as happy as an angel...”

  ―Ebenezer Scrooge, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

  The Plan

  A private island in the tropics. Check.

  A super-hot guy who brings me cold drinks. Check.

  A candy cane striped vibrator I hoped said hot guy would use on me come Christmas morning wrapped and under the palm tree I’d strung with lights and tinsel. Check.

  I was so ready for the holidays.

  “Angel, my love.” Gray squirted a handful of sunscreen into his palm and started in on my shoulders. I was eager for him to rub that lotion quite a bit lower. “How about we skip Christmas this year?”

  I rolled over and sat up. “Skip? Christmas? But I already got you a present.”

  “You don’t have to get me anything. Being with you is present enough.” He kissed me, soft at first, teasing me with promises of what else his lips and tongue could do. Those lotioned-up hands of his snuck inside my tankini top and pinched and pulled at my nipples.

  Mmm. I wasn’t the only one with skills. Gray used his for distraction and it worked like a charm. I leaned into his touch and groaned, wanting more.

  Wait a minute.

  I broke the kiss. “You’re trying to distract me. We are not canceling Christmas Mr. Scroogy McScrooge.”

  He rolled my hard flesh between his fingers and licked his lips. “Bah, humbug.”

  Mierda, he made me go all swoony with those lusty sparkles in his eyes.

  “What if I fuck you so long and hard you forget what day it is?”

  It’s not like he hadn’t done it before. But that was a Monday. Nobody likes Mondays anyway.

  Not Christmas day though. This was the first time we would get to spend our first major holiday as a couple.

  My mother loved Christmas time. She always had all our presents bought by Halloween and we’d decorate the tree after dinner on Thanksgiving. Plus, Christmas cookies were the bomb.

  Even after she was gone and my father had wanted nothing to do with the holidays, Gray had celebrated plenty of Christmases with me, just never as my lover.

  I didn’t remember him having a humbug attitude about it before. I needed to get to the bottom of this.

  I circled my arms around his neck and batted my eyelashes at him. “Yes. Let’s do that. Right after Christmas.”

  He sighed. I hated it when he did that. It meant he was avoiding telling me something hidden deep inside that hot head.

  “Hey. No more secrets, Gray. What’s going on? Why don’t you want to celebrate the holidays?”

  His hands slid out of my top and that tic he got in his jaw pulsed. I hadn’t seen that since we left the club behind. Bad sign.

  The way to get him to relax and talk to me about what bothered him was well within my skill set. He was defenseless against the power of the boobs. Off went my swimsuit, and I pushed him back on his lounge chair, so I could straddle that luscious cock of his.

  “Angel.” Ooh, how I loved when he growled my name like that. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  There was an impressive bulge in his swim trunks that needed freeing. The laces came open easily and soon enough I wrapped my hands around him, stroking.

  “Tell me what you’ve got against Christmas.”

  “This will not work, babe. You are not the one in charge here.”

  I swirled the bead of pre-cum from his tip and raised a smug eyebrow at him. “Talk and I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Fuck me and let me watch you come apart on my dick and I’ll think about it.”

  A year ago, I lacked the confidence to be on top, much less ride a cock cowgirl style. Now, it was one of my favorite positions and Gray took advantage of that fact every chance he got.

  It’s not like I would say no to him, not when he enjoyed being ridden as much as I did.

  I rose, and he grabbed his cock, sliding it into me as I sank down on to him. Dios Mio, there was nothing like the way he filled me.

  Gray groaned and sunk his fingers into my hips, helping me move up and down. “Fuck, I love being inside of you when you’re so hot and wet like this. Ride me hard, Angel.”

  He was already thrusting and doing all the work. I was the one along for the ride now.

  Maybe later I could make him talk. This was too good to mess with.

  “Hand between your legs. I want to see you rub your clit for me. Show me how wet you are.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  His eyes grew even darker when I said those words. I didn’t use them very often. Only when I wanted him to remember I was still his and his alone.

  He pounded into me and it wouldn’t take much more for me to explode. A few swipes of my fingers over my clit and I was already moaning his name.

  “Gray, Gray, please, Gray. Please.”

  “Not yet, Angel. Don’t you come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Pant pant. I still sucked at orgasm control and he made me practice all the damn time. Sadistic bastard that I loved.

  “Yes, what?”

  Oh God. So close. “Yes.” Mmm, I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Sir.”

  “Not yet. Hands on your tits. Pinch your nipples nice and hard.”

  I whimpered but did as he said because we both liked it when I did. He didn’t slow down for a second and surprised me when his hand pushed between us, stroking my clit with his thumb.

  “Gray. Por favor. I can’t. Dios, por favor.”

  “No. Your cunt is mine. Your orgasm is mine. You’re mine.” Every one of his words dripped with lust and need.

  “Yes, yes. I’m yours. Only yours.”

>   “That’s right. Are you allowed to come yet?”

  He was driving me so high, so crazy. “No, sir.”

  “Good girl. Let me feel that cunt squeeze my cock nice and tight.”

  I swallowed and took short quick breaths just to concentrate on not coming while I tightened my inner muscles on him.

  “Fuck, yes. That’s it. You’re so hot, baby. I love you so fucking much.”

  That was it. He could talk dirty to me all night and all day and it revved me right up. His talk of love lit me on fire for him. If he didn’t let me come in the next ten seconds, I was going over the edge whether he wanted me to or not.

  “Come for me, Angel.”

  “Yes, sir.” The words barely crossed my lips before my pussy was spasming and my muscles locked, pulsing around him.

  Gray called my name over and over and came with me, his hips jerking, his seed pushing deep inside of me.

  When we were both sated, he pulled me down on top of him and cuddled me into his embrace. Softly, he stroked my hair as we floated in that blissful place together.

  “It’s not a big deal, baby. I’ve never liked Christmas. It’s always been like any other day at work for me. But you have fun celebrating if you want. You don’t have to worry about my bah-humbug interrupting your holiday.”

  That was so not the post-sexy times cuddle admission I was looking for.

  Work schmerk. We had enough money neither of us ever needed to work ever again in our lives. He was being a Scrooge.

  Fine. Then I would give him the three ghosts of Christmas treatment.

  I stayed quiet and formed a plan in my head. When we got back to the casita, I had phone calls to make and some ghostly holiday fun to create.

  Passed the Past

  A considerable amount of my fortune well spent, and I was ready for Christmas Eve eve. Also known as the Ghost of Christmas Past.

  Gray would hate every second. I’d likely earn some serious spankings too. If it meant I could remind him just how miserable we’d both been before we were together, all the punishments he wanted to give me, would be worth it.

  I’d sent Gray to the mainland to get groceries. He thought I planned to spread my version of holiday cheer with Christmas cookies. Ha.

  My ghosts waited in the wings, ready to swoop in and help me transform the casita the second he was away.

  “Angelina, are you sure you understand what you’re doing? Gray will punch me in the face when he figures out what’s going on here.”

  I so appreciated Jim coming down from the club two days before Christmas to be the official Ghost of Christmas Past. He’d even provided his own costume, in the form of combat fatigues and body armor.

  “Trust me, Jim. He needs this.”

  I rearranged my wig again. God, this thing was itchy. I’d been a bleach bottle blonde engaged to one of the biggest assholes on Fifth avenue when this Christmas had gone down.

  Full-sized cardboard cut-outs of said asshole and a bunch of my other high society ex-friends decorated the inside of the casita. The fake friends transformed our place into a replica of my country club at Christmas time.

  Ew. Made me nauseated just thinking of those days.

  “You’re the boss. Who will be paying my cosmetic surgery bills to have my nose fixed when he’s done with me?”

  “You’ll be fine. I’m the one who’ll get my ass reddened if this doesn’t work.”

  “That, I’d like to see.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. Jim so needed to find himself a good sub. Dude had way too much sexual energy to be wasted on the flavor of the week.

  “You’re a perv.” But such a sweet guy. Not that anyone would ever realize. He was too sexy and intimidating for his own good. I relished the day he met his match.

  “Yep.”

  Tires crunched on the gravel driveway. Showtime.

  “Angel?” Gray called from the front hallway. “Whose jeep is that outside?”

  I skedaddled over to the pseudo country club bar and cued the elevator music and coffee shop talk track on the stereo. I sat on a barstool and pretended to drink my Cosmo. I even fake chatted with the cut-out of Mindy Monaghan of the Boston Monaghans.

  I had my back to the entryway. Gray’s presence filled the room the second he entered. He was silent for a minute, probably taking in my craziness.

  “Jackass? What the hell is going on here? Angel?”

  “Hey, man. Just remember she’s doing all this for you, you dickhead.” Jim cleared his throat and then woo-ed like a ghost. “Whoooooooooo.”

  “There is seriously something wrong with you.” Gray groaned.

  “Whooooooo. Grayson Scrooge, I am the Ghost of Christmas past. Whoooooo.”

  “Jesus Christ.” The eye roll came out damn clear in Gray’s voice. Please, please, please let him buy into this.

  “No, that guy is the day after tomorrow,” Jim deadpanned.

  “Shut up and get on with your ghosting, Marley.” Gray sounded resigned, but he wasn’t putting a stop to this play.

  I swallowed back the nervousness that bubbled up. I crossed my fingers Gray wouldn’t blow this whole thing off.

  “Whoooo. Come with me, Master Sergeant Grayson Scrooge to visit your Christmases past.” Jim led Gray out of the room just like we’d planned.

  That gave me plenty of time to stew about how mad he would be later.

  The two of them returned in a half an hour. Gray wore his sand-covered fatigues now too. He definitely had his mad on.

  “Fine. You want me to say I was fucking lonely sitting in that hellhole night after night. Then I’m saying it. Didn’t matter if it was Christmas or not. Operators love their country and hate the military, especially on holidays.”

  Good thing Jim and Gray had been friends for a long time because anyone else might not have taken kindly to that dark mood getting fifty pounds of sand in pretend Iraq thrown at them created.

  “Of course, you were. We all were. What I’m saying is you weren’t the only one lonely at Christmas, dickhead.” Jim jerked his chin in my direction.

  Gray glanced at me and then did a double take. I patted my hair and put on the fake smile I’d learned so well growing up.

  “Hey, Gray.” I’d rehearsed my lines a zillion times in the last half hour. Once again, I crossed my fingers he would play along. “Have you seen Marc? I can’t find him anywhere.”

  Gray’s eyes widened and then he frowned. He glanced around the room at the life-size cutouts of the people from my past.

  I’d stashed Mindy behind the bar. No doubt with his training in observation, he noticed she was missing too.

  Because he and I both knew exactly where Marc and Mindy were. I hadn’t known back then.

  Christmas a year ago, sitting at the country club surrounded by my so-called friends and family had been lonely. I’d insisted on hanging out at the bar waiting for my fiancé to show up. Grayson looking on, being the consummate bodyguard.

  I was good at pretending that sitting there alone hadn’t bothered me. How could it when there was so much holiday cheer to be had?

  I was super at lying to myself about a lot of things back then.

  Gray stared at me for a full minute. Without taking his eyes off of me, he addressed Jim. “Jackass, I’m sure there is a hot woman warming your bed at home. I got this.”

  Jim tipped his head to me and when I nodded, he saluted and walked out, grabbing the cut-out of the cute waitress on his way.

  I worried my lip between my teeth as Gray crossed to me. He lifted his hand to my face and ran his thumb across my mouth, stopping me from doing any more damage. “Why do I have the feeling there’s a life-size cardboard replica of Sparky fucking Mindy in the bathroom?”

  “Probably because there is.”

  He shook his head. “You went to a hell of a lot of trouble here. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

  “I did too.” Sometimes he was so dense.

  “Okay, love.” He grabbed a strand of my wig and rubbed it b
etween his fingers. “I hope this isn’t permanent. I never liked you blonde. The real you is so much more beautiful to me.”

  Sweet talker. I pulled the wig off and tugged my hair out of the tight bun. All along he’d seen more of the real me than anyone else ever had.

  “Are you a little less scroogy now?”

  “I never thought about you being lonely at Christmas. I’m sorry for that and I wish now I’d done something sooner. Come to bed with me now and I’ll spend the whole night making it up to you.”

  He led me off toward our bedroom and I happily followed him.

  He hadn’t quite answered my question.

  That was okay, because I had more in store for Gray. The Ghosts of Christmases Present and Future were on their way.

  The Present

  Phase two of Operation Unscrooge Gray was locked and loaded.

  And by locked I meant my wrists in handcuffs around the base of the Christmas tree.

  Yeah, yeah. I had the key within reach in case I had to pee or something before he woke up on Christmas morning and found me splayed out in my naughty Mrs. Claus costume for him.

  My Ghost of Christmas Present was going to rock his world.

  Just as soon as he discovered me.

  Lucky for me he was an early riser. Gray sauntered in looking all delicious in the red satin fur-trimmed boxers I’d left out for him. Also… I may have hidden the rest of his clothes, so he had no other choice. Although, I would have taken him naked too.

  “Well, well, well. Mrs. Claus, I presume.” He stood over me with his arms crossed, but a twinkle in his eye.

  “Nope. I’m your Ghost of Christmas Present.”

  “I do love a good present. I think I should wait to open my gift.” He turned like he was headed to the kitchen.