Once Upon a Christmas Tree (The Valentine Nook #0.5)

by Lulu Moore

“To gingerbread competitions, and the prettiest mayor of Aspen I’ve ever met.”

“Fuck, I like you,” he mutters, right before his lips crash to mine.

This isn’t an orgasm. It’s an exorcism.

My dick’s been ruined by an American Christmas Tree farmer. Go figure.

I, for one, don’t really mind a little voyeurism—you grow up in the countryside, and at some point someone’s going to walk past you while you’re balls deep in your girlfriend, banging her against the barn door.

But Haven…no, not Haven. I don’t want to share her with anyone. She’s mine. No one gets to see her how I see her.