Delight Excerpt

Chapter One

Tonight, I’m going to kiss Santa Claus.

Berlin Dupree smoothed down the front of her red satin blouse, and short, black, leather skirt. After one final deep breath, she sauntered across the room. For the first time in her life, she stood out for the crowd. Wearing the outfit, she felt as good as she looked. Sexy and most importantly, naughty. Wearing no panties, and with her feminine folds rubbing together with each step, she felt horny as hell. That Brazilian bikini wax was well worth the money.

A woman on a mission. She had been watching Santa for the last hour. Handing out gifts. Laughing. Talking. Even in that silly red costume she knew what was underneath. A dark rock hard body that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on. For some reason tonight he was even sexier than she’d remembered. Something was different, more appealing.

Berlin maneuvered through the crowd of folks like a tiger fixed on her prey. Adults. Children. Food. None of that mattered. All she cared about was getting to Dr. Cameron Clarke while he was still standing underneath a piece of mistletoe. With each step, anticipation heightened, and she could feel a tendril of heat curling between her thighs.

Every since the resident physician started working at the clinic, she had been trying unsuccessfully to get his attention. Well, there was no way of avoiding her this time.

Tonight he’s mine.

Butterflies whirling in her stomach, but she couldn’t stop now. Big Mama always said, “The only thing to fear is fear itself.”

Berlin stopped a few feet away and waited. Each of the children already had their turn on Santa’s lap. For the last half hour, Santa had been moving around the room, passing out gifts. Standing behind him, she watched as he reached inside a black bag then handed Dr. Elizabeth Coolidge a small red box with a pretty gold ribbon. As soon as the pediatric cardiologist thanked him and walked away,Berlin stepped forward and lightly tapped Santa on his shoulder. He swung around, and before he could utter a word, she reached out and grabbed him by the neck and crushed her mouth into his. Boldly, she pushed her tongue between his lips, and to her excitement, he took what she offered greedily. Even with the full white beard, kissing him was everything she had hoped for, but not at all what she had imagined. It was better. He even smelled sweeter than she remembered.

Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed her waist and slowly walked her backwards through the door, away from the crowd. Berlin was too wrapped up in his mouth pressed against hers to notice or care where he was taking her. All she could think about was the feel of his thick juicy lips, the feel of his strong arms holding her, and that intoxicating scent. Is it a new cologne?

He led her into a large coat room where he kicked the door shut then pressed her back against the feel of mink and leather, and brought her legs up around his waist. Berlin could feel his manhood, hardening between her legs, and couldn’t wait to feel him buried deep inside of her.

Closing her eyes, Berlin allowed him to take control and she did not object when he unfastened the top buttons of her satin blouse and reached inside. The heat of his hand seared the skin at her shoulder. He traveled lower and she sucked in a ragged breath when he filled his hand with her lace-covered breast. He squeezed and she let out a sensual moan in response. She knew it was not the time or the place, but her body was on fire, and for once in her life she didn’t care. All that matter was how good his hand felt.

His fingertips teased her covered breasts until both nipples puckered. As another moan erupted from her chest, Berlin leaned in closer and could feel the head of his dick. She rocked her hips against him wanting to feel his erection where she needed it most.

This is insane, utterly crazy. Yet she refused to stop. As far as Berlin was concerned, there was no reality for the moment. All that mattered was Cameron seducing her in ways she had never been seduced before.

He slipped a thumb inside her bra. The callous pad grazed her hardened nipple and sent waves of heat from her breasts down to her dampened crotch. She was dripping wet and on fire. She wanted him and she wanted him bad. With each caress her breasts tingled, every kiss sent an ache through her body to the slick nub of her clit.

A twirling sensation spun through her and suddenly she had the strong urge to touch him. She lowered her feet to the floor then quickly slid open his belt buckle and slipped a trembling hand inside the front of his red suit pants. He groaned when she grasped the base of his engorged dick and squeezed gently. Nice. Within seconds she had him moaning in appreciation while she quivered with delight. The brotha was hung. Long, thick, and hard. Everything about Dr. Clarke was perfect, she thought to herself as she continued to stroke him, traveling up to the tip then down again.

His mouth devoured hers, hungrily while his talented fingers continued to play with her nipples. With every brush, every squeeze, desire tore through her and pushed her closer to the edge. Nothing came close to what she was feeling. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to breath normally, but found the feat impossible.

Finally breaking off the kiss, he lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth while he continued to play with the other. She gasped as his tongue swirled around the harden bud, licking then sucking. His lips were as warm as his touch. She rolled her head to the side while her body quake with every movement of his tongue. She arched against him feeling the heat of his mouth on one breast while his hand continued to torment the other. Never had she known her body to feel like this, aching and alive, begging for a man’s touch.

Even while burning with desire, Berlin still managed to slide her fingers up and down the length of him, speeding the motion then slowing down. She loved the way he felt in her hand and grew wetter by the second as she imagined how he would feel inside of her. As if he had read her mind, he slid a hand down her hip and up under her skirt. She spread her legs, yearning for his touch. Even through the hosiery, when he stroked her juncture then parted her fold with his middle finger, she cried out with pleasure. Her body was on fire.

“Oh, yes! That feels good,” she cried, her breath becoming shallow as she rocked against his hand. She was so wet and ready for him. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

Before she could catch her breath, he pushed a hole through her pantyhose and plunged two fingers deep inside of her.

“That’s it, don’t stop, please” she whimpered while he worked the magic. Lost in a trance,Berlin removed her hand from his pants and braced herself against the wall. Her knees threatened to buckle. Powerless to do anything but enjoy it, she arched against his hand, meeting each deep penetrating thrust. After several mind-boggling strokes, he withdrew his fingers. He rubbed her clit with the moisture of her sex slowly at first then increased the rhythm with rapid circular motion. She was breathing heavily. By the time he dipped back into her well, he had her entire body yearning for release.

“Yes!” she screamed. He covered her mouth with his, her cries drowning in his throat. The entire time his fingers moved deeper and much faster, his thumb pressed against her clit. Each deep thrust brought her closer to climaxing.

“I’m getting ready to come!” she cried against his shoulder.

“Let it go.” Berlin heard him say then she rode his fingers until ecstasy blossomed and burst. The orgasm was so powerful she forgot to breathe. She forgot everything except that he was inside her. Panting and trembling, she squeezed her internal muscles around his fingers until the spasms stopped. Moments later, Berlin dropped her head to his shoulder, and he held her tightly in his arms until her body began to relax.

“Yo, baby, check this out,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “How about we go back to my place so I can finish making love to you?”

The deep cords of his voice vibrated through her and then her body stilled. Something wasn’t right. She swallowed hard. “What did you just say?”

“I said let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Oh. My. God. The rich timbre snapped Berlin to her senses. Why hadn’t she heard it before? Her head flew up and her eyelids open, and for the first time she noticed his eyes were darker than she remembered them. No, it had to be some kind of mistake.

He chuckled. “Yo, don’t look so disappointed. You besta believe I plan to finish what you started up in herre.”

Oh, no! Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs so fast it made her dizzy. She shook her head. It couldn’t possibly be… “Cameron?”

His jaw tensed. “Nah, baby.” He reached up and removed the white curly wig, revealing ten straight back cornrows. “Do I look like my boy Ron?”

Reginald! Suddenly she felt sick to her stomach. The harder Berlin tried to catch her breath, the faster it seemed to whoosh away from her. What the hell was he doing here? She couldn’t catch her breath long enough to even demand answers. The room started to spin and she cursed herself for trying to do something daring tonight of all nights. She’d been so stupid to walk right up and kiss Santa Claus without first making sure she had the right man. Although, if she had been thinking clearly she would have lost the nerve. Too late now. Instead of dwelling on woulda, shoulda, coulda, she concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths and tried not to look at his delicious mouth. Her eyes traveled down to his open zipper which revealed a pair of striped boxers. Big mistake. At the waist she could see the head of his dick peeking out from the waistband. It throbbed as if saying, “Whassup?”

Good Lord, Reginald was fine. Why hadn’t she ever noticed how sexy he was before?

Because he’s so wrong for you.

“So are we going back to my place or what?” he asked with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Too stunned for words, Berlin tried to step back, to put space between her and him in the small cramped space, but his large hands remained fixed to her waist, as did the pressure of his masculine form against her most delicate spot.

“Let me go!” she finally managed to say. She spun away from him then begun to angrily button her blouse. “How dare you trick me?”

Reginald gave her a puzzled look. “Trick you? Yo, baby, you grabbed me not the other way around.”

Berlin breathed deeply, knowing he was right. She had grabbed him and was now humiliated by the entire thing. As she reached for the last button, she stared over at his relaxed stance. Remembering what she had allowed him to do, she grew heavy with embarrassment.

She glared up at him while she straightened her skirt. “What are you doing here? Dr. Clarke was supposed to be Santa tonight.”

“My boy had a house call to make and asked me to fill in,” he said then gave her a long considering glance. “So you saying you didn’t mean to kiss me?” A look of disappointment made her hesitate admitting the truth.

Their eyes met, held and clashed for several seconds before she stuttered, “I, um…” She didn’t mind insulting him. Admitting that she had intended to kiss Dr. Clarke was another story all together. “Of course I wasn’t trying to kiss you,” she snapped and his jaw tensed.

“Yeah, but now that you have…” Reginald gave her a suggestive smirk that made him look too doggone sexy for his own good. “So shorty, whassup? We going back to my place or what?”

Anger brewed anew in her, chasing away any self-conscious feelings she might have had for allowing Reginald to feel on her breasts, to rub her… It took all she had to focus on the matter at hand and not allowed her thoughts to dwell on how good his hands had felt. Despite her resolve, her nipples tingled against the satin fabric. Goodness! Her body stirred, craving his touch again. What in the world was wrong with her?

Ignoring him, she reached over to the coat rack and retrieved a long, wool camel-colored coat she had hung there earlier. After draping it over her arm, she iced him with a look of contempt then spat, “Do me a favor and stay the hell away from me!” With nothing else to say, Berlin hurried out the closet.