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“If you’re lonely, we can arrange to have some of your family meet you in Winnipeg, or I can always have a, um, a lady waiting for you.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Did you seriously just offer to send me a Canadian prostitute?”
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.
“I’m Alice.” Her whispered voice is all the confirmation I need. This woman is mine, and I’m gonna find a way to keep her.
“I’m Mike,” he introduces himself, as though I don’t have his photo next to my bed and his entire bio memorized.
Her wide green eyes meet mine and, for a long second, I wonder if throwing her over my shoulder and walking out of here would really be that big of a deal.
He’s about to do it. Michael Kesso is about to taste me. My eyes widen. Cake! He’s about to taste my cake!
Or worse yet, tearing my dress off and climbing the unsuspecting Michael like a cat on a Christmas tree—all claws and no finesse.
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.
What’re you gonna do? Just walk over there and ask if she’d like to sit in your lap? Ask to hear what’s on her wishlist?
Every muscle in Alice’s lush body tenses, and I know she’s realized her mistake. I want to tell her it’s okay. That she can call me Michael, hell she can call me anything if she’ll just lift her head and let me see her sparkling green eyes.
“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.
I 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.
Michael’s chest expands on a large inhale, and his dark eyes search mine. “Fuck it,”
“Use your words, Baby Cakes.” “Yes, Michael.”
“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.
My mood darkens. “What—” I stop myself before I get the rest of the question out. Growling what guy on-air might be a step too far.
“We’re not done.” “We’re not?” My voice trembles. He takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us. “Baby Cakes, we’re never gonna be done.”
“Never run from me,” I growl between kisses. “Don’t ever run away from me again.”
“Good girls get sweet things. Naughty girls get it rough. And you’ve been very naughty.”
“Yeah, Alice. Even.” I line my dick up with her entrance. “Because it means you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you.” Thrusting my hips forward, I sink myself into her heat.
“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.”
“Jealous of the extra time you got.” Her grip on my wrist tightens, and I feel it in my soul. “I have so much lost time to make up for. It almost feels unfair. But I’m going to make it up to you. I may not have the words to explain to you just how much I love you. But I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.”
