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

by Lulu Moore

Lando became the eleventh Duke of Oxfordshire the day our father died. He was fourteen years old. I was twelve.

How is she even real? She looks like she should come with wings and sit on top of the tree. I could give her something to sit on. Oh dear god. What the fuck is the matter with me?

Like Theo James soaked himself in a vat of honey. Is it possible to be turned on by an accent?

“No, sadly. I’m just regular Haven.” “I don’t think there’s anything regular about you?”

I can’t stop myself. I grip the front of his shirt and tug him into me. I can’t tell if his mouth crashes to mine first or if I lift on my tiptoes to get there right before he does, but I forget all about it when his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

I’m not short, but he’s still towering over me. And for the first time ever, I feel…small.

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

“Fuck…look at you.” The timbre of his voice licks fire across my skin. “Taking my cock…like you were born to.”

“Give me a couple of minutes.” He breathes out. “Then we’re going again.”

But it’s still there when I open them. My store. My store in gingerbread. My store in precise detail.

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

“Time is of the essence. Sit on my face, then I’ll fuck you in there while you’re watching the sunset. It’s heated, don’t worry.”

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.

the thought of her meeting someone else infuriates me.