‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 30

WICKED DEEDS

1. Get risqué behavior in public.
2. I wanna be your slave.
3. Be my Daddy tonight.
4. Slut me up, Mr. King.

I wake up sore and satisfied in Kingston’s bed the next morning.

Turning to my left, I snuggle deeper into his chest. His arms curl tighter around my ribs. One brawny leg separates my thighs, making his cock brush against my pussy. However, he makes no move to slip inside. He just continues to hug me protectively.

“You passed out on me,” he states in his sleepy voice.

“You wore me out.”

“Guilty.” He chuckles and I playfully bite his nipple, earning a groan. “You looked too sexy and edible last night, Star. I hate that your fantasies are coming to an end. I’ve become addicted to fulfilling them.”

“Don’t worry, being around you fills my head with many more fantasies,” I confess shyly. “Do you even know how hot you are, King?”

Flipping me onto my back, he looms over me and twirls one of my curls around his finger. “You think I’m hot?”

“Ungodly level hot. Make-me-stop-in-my-tracks-and-soak-my-panties-in-one-glance kinda hot.” His grin gets bigger and his eyes soften. “So much so that I’m jealous of every woman who’s had you before me.”

“None of them compare to you, Twinkle,” he says sincerely. “And none own me the way you do.”

“You can’t own a person,” I tease, my chest tightening at his confession. At the glimpse I have into how deep his feelings for me run.

“Yet you do own someone,” he murmurs and places my palm right over his beating heart. “Me.”

Leaning closer, I kiss the same spot and promise, “Then I’ll treasure you. For the record, you own me too.”

“I know.”

“Always so cocky.”

“You love it.”

My gasp gets swallowed by his soft lips, and interchanging our position, he lays me on his chest and orders, “Cuddle me.”

“My pleasure.”

That’s how we spend the next two hours until he has to leave for work. It’s also the moment when it dawns on me that tonight is New Year’s Eve.

Tomorrow—I leave.

However, do I want to?

***

After walking to my side of the cabin, I shower and have a quick breakfast, sent from Kingston by one of his staff. It is such a sweet and caring gesture; my heart feels as full as my stomach.

I don’t have anything else to do on my agenda. Kingston has pretty much taken me to visit every spot in the town.

There are so many photos in my gallery, I’m shocked there’s still storage left in my phone. I’ve been sending a few in a group chat with Tina and her mom. They reply at odd times with the three of us being in different time zones. I’m overjoyed by their reactions, gushing over the scenic views I show them.

I have so much to tell them when I get back home. My finger hovers over Tina’s contact number, debating on whether I should tell her about Kingston and my mom. I’m not worried that she’ll be upset I’m dating the man she was originally supposed to meet. Never have we allowed a man to come between our friendship, nor will we ever.

I’m so torn that I can’t make up my mind.

Kingston hasn’t asked me for an answer about our future, but I know he’ll pop the question sooner rather than later. Most likely, tonight.

Unable to withstand the silence in my room and the exact opposite in my head, I slip my phone in my jeans pocket before I run downstairs. Locking the cabin’s front door, I walk down the cobblestoned path to meet Kingston.

Sometimes, I both envy and admire his confidence and adventurous spirit.

I could use some tips on how to not overthink so much.

Being around him, his energy rubs off on me, and I love the free-spirited and daring girl I become. While I did write a naughty list, I never really expected to do all of them. It was a fun and silly thing I made while drunk on wine.

I mean, I wasn’t going to ask any random man I met to let me call him Daddy while we had sex on our first meeting. Imagine how awkward that would be.

I also probably would’ve chickened out had Kingston not accidentally stumbled on it, which is why I’m ecstatic that he did. It’s one of the reasons this trip is unforgettable. Way more amazing than my wildest dreams.

The hustle and bustle, along with the chatter in the lobby, yank me from my musings.

It seems the number of tourists has suddenly increased, and everyone decided to stop at Matterhorn Lodge. It must be the rush for New Year’s Eve, which makes me wonder what our plans are for tonight. Or if he’ll even be free.

I’m about to turn and leave when he rounds the corner from the hallway leading to his office in the back. A second is all it takes for his eyes to find mine. His lips curl in a soft smile and he beckons me to him with a tilt of his chin.

Cutting through the crowd, I make my way to him behind the front desk. I maintain a small distance in front of his staff but he hauls me against his solid chest and dips his head.

Our lips lock and he kisses me deeply for a good, long minute until I melt like butter into his embrace and hang onto his biceps. I’m dizzy and swimming in a cloud of lust when he lets me breathe and return to earth.

“Hi,” I whisper in a cottony soft voice.

“Hey, Star.”

Nicknames have never been my thing. Now, I can’t imagine my life without them. They’ve become my favorite sound in the world.

A throat clears beside us and I glance at Hilda’s playful expression. My cheeks go warm and I know I’ve turned scarlet. The last time she’d seen—or rather, heard—us together, she’d almost walked in on us having sex on his desk.

God! How embarrassing.

“Hey, Hilda,” I awkwardly greet, fighting the urge to fidget. Kingston’s chest shakes with silent laughter and I elbow him in the gut. Unaffected and laughing still, he kisses the side of my head and cages me in his arms.

“Hi, Miss Twinkle. How is your vacation going?”

“Amazing.”

A knowing smirk lights up her face and looking between her boss and me, she asks, “Shall I extend your stay then? I know your checkout is tomorrow.”

I go rigid from head to toe at being put on the spot. The tension in the air shifts from lighthearted to tense. “I…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kingston saves me from answering. “I’ll handle it.”

“Of course,” she replies, clueless to my gloomy mood. Her attention soon diverts to a guest vying for her attention.

Kingston laces our fingers together and tugs me in the direction of his office. As soon as the door locks, sealing us inside, I speak past the lump in my throat, “King.”

Pushing me against the wall, he captures my mouth in a rough and drugging kiss. He parts my lips wider so his tongue can thrust and taste deep inside. My toes curl when he teases the roof of my mouth and sucks my tongue between his lips.

He kisses me until my brain goes mushy.

The tension in my body vanishes under his power.

Until I forget my own name.

With one final nip at my bottom lip, he soothes the sting with a peck and leans back. Carrying my lax body with one arm around my waist, he rounds the desk and sits on his chair. I’m then maneuvered on his lap sideways, both my legs swing off one arm while my back presses against the other.

“Do you like fireworks?”

I’m still discombobulated from his kiss, high on his rich scent, that it takes a second for his question to filter in. Slanting my head to his, I answer, “Yes. It’s my favorite part of Diwali in India, though I feel guilty every time I light a firecracker. I try my best to limit my use of anything that could possibly pollute the air, and only use eco-friendly ones.”

He stares adorably at me when I go off into a whole monologue.

Blame it on my fuzzy brain.

And him.

And his passionate kisses.

“So, in conclusion, yes. I love fireworks,” I finish with a timid smile.

Caressing my thigh, he confesses, “Then you’ll enjoy where I’m taking you tonight.”

My eyes light up, and I demand, “Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

It makes me happier and I grin. “When do we leave?”

“It’s outside of Zermatt. So, we’ll be taking a train,” he informs me. “It’s at three in the afternoon.”

“I’m so excited,” I sigh. Whatever he’s planned, it’s going to be perfect. Gazing at him, I remember our incomplete conversation. We haven’t talked about me leaving tomorrow. He’s said time and time again that he won’t let me go. It’s both scary and exhilarating to think about. I need to know exactly what he meant by that. “Kingston, I think we should talk—” His finger presses against my lips and he shakes his head.

“Tonight, we’ll celebrate,” he murmurs, shushing me and cupping my jaw. “We’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes. Okay, darling?”

Live in the present.

He’s giving me what I need.

What I asked of him in the beginning.

Somewhere along the way, my heart has changed, but I hold myself back from saying it. Instead, I lean into his palm and murmur, “Okay, King.”

Nonetheless, the feeling I’m on borrowed time pulses low, as the anticipation of our explosive afternoon together weighs heavily on my mind.