Noelle’s voice has captivated Alex, and she’s become his greatest obsession. Since he hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his lonely world bearable. Thank God she’s never seen him. His scars would only scare her away.
Alex has starred in every fantasy Noelle’s had since she first heard his voice over the phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she’s willing to do anything to please him.
On Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive boss. Once she’s at his cabin with no place to go, there’s only one way to keep warm.
Warning: This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It’s filled with late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this time of year, I’ve got some cheer for you!Books by Author:Alexa Riley Books
""Please," she begged. "I need to feel you inside me now. It"s been too long." Annabelle pleaded with Sam before taking matters into her own hands, grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to her wet pussy. Wanting to make them whole once again, to never be apart from the only man she"d ever loved. Would ever love.
"I"ll give you what you want. Just give me what I want," Sam demanded, pulling back just a little from her, the head of his cock barely touching her opening. She knew what he wanted, and she was sick of fighting these feelings. She"d find a way to make them work, no matter how different their worlds were.
"I love you. Only you." She gave him the words he wanted because they were true. She knew it down to her soul.
Samuel thrust home into her welcoming body, his hard cock just as hungry for her as he was."
The heavy breathing through the phone pulls me from my narration "Mr. Lockwood, are you okay""
"Alex," he grunts, sounding irritated with me. "Say it."
"Alex," I whisper. He"s been correcting me for months now, but for some reason I always still say "Mr. Lockwood." It reminds me of who he is"that he isn"t a friend I"m talking to on the phone. He"s a client and nothing more, no matter what my late-night fantasies tell me.
I hear a grunt, then the line goes quiet. I wonder if he"s mad at me, and I inwardly curse myself. I had steady work before I started narrating books for his company, All for You, but with him offering me more and more projects, he"s been my only client for well over two months now. It sounds silly, and I"m sure I can get more projects elsewhere, but I like working for him. He handles things a little differently than most clients I work with, but I like his way. Seems I like a lot of things about Alex, despite knowing very little about him.
The silence hangs in the air as I wait for him to speak again. His words do things to me. Things they shouldn"t. I"ve somehow latched myself onto him recently. Waiting for our daily calls has now become a little bit of an obsession, one I"m sure my mother would tell me was just as unhealthy as my lack of a social life.
"Hmm," I mumble, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. I can"t bear the tension, but all I hear is his heavy breathing, something that reminds me of the many erotica books I"ve read. The hero would breathlessly pant into the heroine"s ear after a hard round of sex. It"s a sound I"ve never actually heard myself, but I find myself imagining what it would be like if Alex made the sound in my ear, his body on top of me.
"I think that"s enough for today," he finally says, his deep voice rolling over my skin like a warm rough caress, like it always does when he speaks to me. If anyone one should be narrating a book, it"s Alex. He has a voice like I"ve never heard before, and I"ve heard many in my line of work. Voices that are supposed to be the best aren"t anything special compared to his.
"Okay, Mis" Alex," I correct myself quickly, once again making myself look like an incompetent fool who can"t remember anything. "I"ll have the Scott book sent over this afternoon. Just a few more touches and it will be finished. Then I"ll start on this new one, if you liked the sample I just did."
Alex likes to do the samples over the phone and also likes to check in daily on my project status, something that"s not normal with audio work. Almost everything could be done over email, but Alex says he likes to do it this way. For what he"s paying me to voice audiobooks, I"m happy to jump through hoops for the projects. Okay, that"s only partially true. I would jump through the hoops, but our phone calls mean more to me than just work.
Sometimes our calls dip into personal life, mainly about me and my life. Every now and then, I find myself rambling on, and he just listens. Maybe he"s really polite and feels sorry for me for having to carry on conversations with someone who is virtually a stranger. Though he doesn"t feel like a stranger anymore.
"That sounds perfect. I have a lot going on tomorrow, so I want this taken care of tonight and off both our to-do lists," he says, slipping back into business talk. It"s crazy how he does that. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he has a crazy sex life, because my narrations always seem to run on the dirty side and they never affect him.
I usually end up in a pile of goo when we we"re done, with hard nipples and wet panties. We"d hang up and I"d have my hand down my pants before the line even cleared. It wasn"t narrating the books that turned me on. I"ve been doing romance narrations for years. Normally I did them alone so no one would hear. But somehow, reading aloud to Alex has me beyond turned on. It could be that the pieces he selects for samples are always the dirtiest parts, or it could just be him.