Tempted Under The Mistteloe

A Fall Into Temptation

Yulia’s POV

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“Watch your step!” I shouted as Noah tried to run across the icy stairs outside the café.

“I’m fine!” he yelled back, flailing his arms like he knew what he was doing.

I gritted my teeth, taking a step forward—and my foot slipped.

“Whoa!” A strong hand grabbed me from behind before I could fall flat on my face.

“You okay?” the deep voice asked.

I froze. I knew that voice. No.

“I—I’m fine,” I stammered, pulling back.

“You’re not fine,” he said calmly, still holding me steady. “You almost broke your neck.”

“I said I’m fine!” I snapped, stepping away, cheeks burning.

Noah looked up at him, wide-eyed. “You saved my mum!”

Gabriel’s expression softened just a little. “I didn’t save her. I just caught her before gravity did.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the commentary.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, straight-faced.

“Let’s go,” I muttered to Noah, dragging him inside.

The lobby was warm, busy. Guests brushed past us, shaking snow off their coats, laughing at something someone had said. I tried not to notice him standing a few feet away, watching.

Noah tugged at my sleeve. “Mum, can we go see the lounge? They said they have cocoa.”

“Fine,” I said. “But stay close.”

“Promise!” he said, running ahead.

I followed, keeping a careful distance from Gabriel. But he walked right past me and didn’t seem to care that I noticed.

We got to the lounge. It was crowded, noisy. A small group of people were huddled in a corner, playing a board game, while a woman with a clipboard checked people’s names for some winter activity.

Noah rushed straight to the drinks table. “Hot chocolate!”

“Wait your turn,” I said.

He pouted. “But it smells good!”

I groaned. “Fine, one for you and one for me.”

While I waited for the drinks, Gabriel leaned against the counter nearby.

“You know,” he said casually, “you really shouldn’t run on ice.”

I glanced at him. “And you really shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

“I didn’t sneak. I was… cautious,” he replied.

“You were hiding behind a snowbank like a spy,” I said, shaking my head.

He smirked faintly. “Maybe.”

Noah came back with our drinks, his face glowing. “Thanks, mister! You didn’t fall in the snow?”

“I stayed upright,” Gabriel said. “Barely.”

“You should come over here,” I said, gesturing to a free table.

He shook his head. “I think I’ll stand. Don’t want to interfere.”

“Good,” I said, setting my drink down.

He leaned on the table across from us. “You’ve got a brave kid.”

“I have to,” I said. “Under his brave facade is someone who melts into a puddle at the first cold breeze.”

Noah giggled. “I don’t melt!”

“Yeah, you do,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Every winter morning in this house is a battle.”

Gabriel chuckled softly. “Sounds exhausting.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I muttered.

A moment of quiet passed, and then he said, “You shouldn’t handle everything yourself.”

I stiffened. “I don’t need advice.”

“Not advice. Observation,” he corrected.

I stared at him. “Observation, huh? And what are you observing?”

“That you’re doing too much,” he said simply.

I blinked. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re tired. I can see it.”

“I’m fine.” I clenched my hands around my mug.

“You don’t have to be,” he said.

Noah, oblivious, piped up. “Are you going to drink it or just stand there looking scary?”

I snorted. “Scary, huh?”

Gabriel ignored Noah and took a small sip from his drink. “I don’t scared,” he said quietly.

“Clearly,” I muttered.

The lounge staff brought over a tray of mini desserts. “Compliments of the house,” one said.

Noah’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”

I smiled faintly, letting him dig in.

Gabriel watched him. Then he leaned slightly closer to me. “You’ve got a good kid.”

“Thanks,” I said softly, looking away.

“Do you… ever get a break?” he asked.

I laughed bitterly. “Doesn’t exist.”

He nodded, silent for a moment. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“Doing everything alone. Making sure no one falls through the cracks.”

I looked at him. “You really think you understand?”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “Not completely. But I will try.”

I stared at him. Then, without thinking, I said, “You’ve got a weird way of making people feel like they’re being understood.”

He smirked faintly. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Noah yawned suddenly. “Mum, I’m sleepy.”

“Time to head up,” I said, grabbing his hand.

Gabriel followed us out of the lounge.

“I should probably go,” I said stiffly.

“Probably,” he said, not moving.

I sighed. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight,” he said, voice low.

I kept walking, but a tiny part of me noticed how he didn’t immediately leave.

I told myself: Avoid him. Don’t get involved. Not again.

Immediately I put Noah to sleep, I got this itching feeling to go back outside, and so I did. Gabriel was still standing in the hallway, hands tucked in his pants, he looked... Dashing.

I immediately shook my head. I can't have these thoughts about someone I just met.

"Did you know I would come back out?" I asked walking up.

"Hhm." He groaned, staring at my face. For a moment his eyes lingered on my lips but he was quick to avert his gaze.

"I didn't." He said after some time and I nodded.

"Do you maybe want to come up to my lounge, we could just sit and talk. You could say no, no hard feelings." He rushed his words so that I could barely hear him.

I had no idea what made me say no, but I did and a few minutes later we were in his lounge drinking.

"And that's how I got suspended..." He finished his story and I burst out laughing.

"I'm happy you find my epic fail funny." He said with a pout and I laughed again.

"Of course, who goes out with their boss's wife?" I said in between laughs.

He nodded, pouring himself another drink. I was already drunk and saw him.

"I can't remember the last time I was this relaxed." He stated and I nodded, knowing fully well how it felt to be lonely.

One minute we were staring at each other, I had no idea how we got close, but now we were kissing.

His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, as if trying to map it.

His hands went to my waist attempting to pull me up, I arched my butt off the couch allowing him. He lifted me up and settled me on his lap with me straddling him.

I moaned into his mouth as he bit my lower lip, he withdrew from the kiss and my lips chased him. Before I could whine at the loss of contact, he started trailing wet kisses from my jaw down to my neck.

I leaned my head back to give him more access to my neck. "Ahhh fugh." I moaned as he found my sweet spot.

"Found it." He groaned against my neck before continuing his assault on that particular spot. "Ohh f**k yes." I moaned out.

He stood up from the couch with me still straddling him and dropped me carefully on the couch. He parted my thighs, exposing my already wet lacy thong to him.

He licked his lips, staring at me with his lust filled eyes. "Time for dessert." He said slowly before kneeling before me, he lifted my dress up to my waist.

His fingers traced the outline of my thong before stopping. "Can I?" He asked me for permission.

"Ohh yes please, do something." I blurted out.

He didn't take my thong off, just slid it to the side. He palmed my throbbing core before thrusting a finger in.

"f**k yes." I moaned at how thick and long his finger was.

"You like that?" He growled, adding another finger.

*Ohh yes...I do very much." I replied between moans.

He kept on thrusting his finger in and out and I was moaning so loud that I'm surprised.

"f**k there it is." I screamed as his fingers grazed my sweet spot. He started his assault on the spot and I felt my toes curl.

"Ohh s**t I'm going to cummmm." I moaned.

"c*m on my fingers princess." He ordered and I exploded instantly.

He slid his fingers out of me slowly, bringing them to his lips and licking my juices off them. I bit my lip at the sight, even more turned on now.

He ripped my thong off, standing to his full height and unbuckling his belt. I kept my eyes on him, I couldn't stop looking.

I gasped as he pulled his pants down to his ankle. He was huge, I wasn't sure that was going to fit into me but I didn't care, I wanted it inside of me.

I stared at his erection already glistening with precum. He took slow strides to the couch and sat down, spreading his legs with his erection standing at its full length.

He brought something out from his shirt pocket. Condom, he tore the wrapper and put it on.

"Come here princess." He whispered softly and I swear I could have reached my second o****m from just that.

I didn't respond, I lifted my butt off and proceeded to sit on him. I placed my hands on either side of his shoulder, before lowering myself on his length.

"Ouuufughhuh." I moaned and he groaned as I finally had him buried deep inside of me.

I grinded on him but he wasn't having it, he held me by the waist and lifted me up a bit and slammed into me.

"Ahhh ouuufugh yes." I moaned as he hit my spot in one go.

"Ohh my yes please. Give me more, I need more please." I begged as he continued slamming into me.

"f**k I'm going to c*m again." I cried out.

"c*m for me princess." He ordered.

I don't know why his voice affects me so much because immediately he said those words I exploded, even harder than I did before.

"Ohhh f**k yes." I moaned coming down from my high.

A few more thrusts and I felt him twitch inside of me.

"Damn!" He groaned as he exploded.