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by
Ann Einerson
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August 10 - August 14, 2024
“Need me to take the edge off, baby?” he taunts me with a smirk, clearly getting a kick out of provoking me. “An orgasm might help you fall asleep, and an attentive boyfriend would never leave you wanting.”
“Goodnight, boss.” “Goodnight, Presley.” His voice is low. “Sleep tight, beautiful.” I might have imagined that last part, but I don’t dare ask.
The idea of her getting hurt sends a sharp pain through my chest. I instinctively draw her closer, comforted by the steady rhythm of her breathing.
“You have a thing for staring at me, don’t you?” she says softly. “Can you blame me when you’re so goddamn beautiful?” “You really shouldn’t say things like that to me.” “Why the hell not?” I challenge. “Because you’re my boss,” she reminds me with a hint of that sass I love so much.
I’m not thinking straight when I lean in to slant my mouth across hers, and our intermingled panting is music to my ears. I brush my lips against hers in a teasing stroke, and I am both shocked and pleased when she moans softly. I’m seconds away from giving this woman a proper kiss when a piercing voice from across the rink catches my attention.
Even first thing in the morning, she’s still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
Sensing my foul mood, Presley stands behind me, draping her arms across my chest. “Cheer up, Mr. Sinclair,” she whispers in my ear. “That’s two more items we’ll be able to check off my list, making you that much closer to getting out of here.” I should be thrilled that I’ll be back in New York soon, right? So why am I disappointed that my time out-of-office with Presley is running out?
“Is she the only one who feels that way?” I close the remaining distance between us. “Jack—” “Well, I’ll be damned,” I interrupt when I spot mistletoe hanging from the doorframe. When did that get there?
“What are you—" Presley’s mouth shapes into an “O” when she follows my gaze upward. “My mom must have gotten it at the holiday market earlier.” “Well, that’s convenient, seeing as how I owe you a kiss under the mistletoe and all.” “I really don’t think that’s a good—” She stops short when I capture her around the waist, pulling her against my chest.
“You deserve a magical kiss under the mistletoe, and I’m the one who’s going to give it to you.”
“You make me feel things I’ve never experienced before.” I keep my voice low and steady. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m insanely attracted to you, and now that I’ve felt your mouth on mine, I’m consumed with thoughts of kissing you again.”
the very least, you owe me another kiss, don’t you think?” “Too bad for you, there isn’t any mis—” She stops short when I hold up the mistletoe I was concealing behind my back. “You were saying?” She freezes as I brush a piece of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“You’re so damn beautiful, it’s messing with my head,” I utter quietly. “Tell me you’re not attracted to me, and I’ll stop. Say the word, Presley, and I’ll walk away.”
“Fuck me, Mr. Sinclair,” she mewls. “Fuck me hard.” Her begging does me in. “Gladly, Ms. Stafford.”
Presley squeals with delight when I throw her over my shoulder, marching to the bathroom.
Without thinking, I race into his arms, flinging my arms around his neck. “I’ve been worried sick,” I tell him. He gently lifts my chin, urging me to meet his gaze. “I could get used to this kind of welcome.” He chuckles, pulling back from our embrace and pressing a kiss to my lips. “I missed you, Presley.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I smack Dylan upside the head. “What is wrong with you guys? I’m a grown woman who can take care of myself. I don’t need you interfering and acting like a bunch of teenagers,” I complain. “You’re sexy as hell when you get all worked up,” Jack whispers in my ear.
Jack’s eyes are glued to the TV, but I’m keenly aware of his hand making its way up my thigh. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking sweet, like sugar, spice, and everything nice.”
“Then they’d catch us watching a movie.” He gestures toward the TV. “They’d be oblivious to the fact that my hand is buried inside your tight cunt.” “But it’s not—” He cuts me off by shoving his hand into my panties, and I let out a soundless gasp as he plunges three thick fingers inside me. “Oh, god.” I clutch the blanket, digging my nails into the fabric.
“Please don’t go home until after Christmas.” There’s a hint of vulnerability in her voice that wasn’t there before. “Why would I leave?
“TIME TO GET UP, BEAUTIFUL.” Jack peppers kisses along my jawline while tenderly stroking my hair.
“You have captured my heart piece by piece, weaving your way into my very soul, and before I knew it, you had claimed all of me.”
“Jack,” she mewls. “More. I want more.” “Easy, baby. I can’t give you what you need with all these clothes on.”
“I love you, Presley,” I whisper in her ear. “I love you, Jack. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, my little vixen.” Presley Stafford is officially, and forever, mine.
“I’m happy you’re here,” I whisper in his ear. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he assures me, pressing a soft kiss to my hair.
“I love you, Jack,” I murmur. “I love you too, Presley.”
My trip home to Aspen Grove didn’t turn out how I had planned, but now I know what happens if I give a grump a holiday wish list… He falls in love.
