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Oh, sweet Santa, my heart has stopped.
The judges are the reason for my current state. Or rather, one judge, in particular, is the reason for… everything. The reason I get up in the morning. The reason I’m here. The reason I freaking breathe.
Even though I won’t meet the love of my life on Second Fucking Bite.
Holy Holiday Heaven.
Standing before me is a lush-as-fuck angel with evergreen eyes, berry-red lips, and a body I’d write to Santa for.
Her whispered voice is all the confirmation I need. This woman is mine, and I’m gonna find a way to keep her.
That’s a great idea! Let’s add high-stakes competition to the garbage fire of emotions already blazing in my stomach.
He’s about to do it. Michael Kesso is about to taste me. My eyes widen. Cake! He’s about to taste my cake!
If there was another man, he’s done now. He let her out, let her cross my path, and that’s his own fault. Because if she was mine, I’d keep her tied to my side. Literally, if necessary.
“Please don’t cry, Baby Cakes.” The pressure of his hand on my back increases. “I can’t take you crying.”
I’m sorry for making you cry. I know you don’t know a thing about me, but I’m pretty sure I’m half in love with you and I’d rather die than make you cry again.
Sorry I didn’t just eat the whole disgusting cake. Because I will, if it’ll make you smile.
was just coming up to apologize, but if I make it out of here without sucking one of those nipples into my mouth, it’ll be a damn miracle.
If he dropped me on the bed right now and asked to have sex, I’d willingly light my clothes on fire if it expedited the activity.
“Take more,” she sobs. “Take whatever you want.” Images of our life together flash through my mind. Diamond rings. A white dress. Sunny beaches. Tiny babies.
holy jingle bells, I want to sink my teeth into her!
“Alice is worth the fine.”
“Never run from me,” I growl between kisses. “Don’t ever run away from me again.”
“You’re the star on top of my tree.” I kiss her again. “I’m incomplete without you.”
“Good girls get sweet things. Naughty girls get it rough. And you’ve been very naughty.”
“Christ, woman, you’re perfection,”
“Did you say I had mistletoe eyes?” “Uh-huh.” I stroke my hand down her back. “They’re green, like mistletoe.” I palm her ass. “And I want to kiss everything below them.”
“So yeah, we’re dating for the next few days, or however long it takes me to find you the perfect ring. And after that, you’ll be my fiancée. Then, if I have my say, I’ll be calling you wife by the time the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve.”
