Page 30 of Miles & Mistletoe

I literally held my breath as she took her time answering. Again, what the hell was wrong with me?

“I’d love to.”

The breath I’d been holding oozed from my lungs. Relief, a sense I didn’t feel too often because I rarely feared the outcome of anything, actually cascaded through my body. It was the first time I realized that I’d been afraid that if given a choice, Stacia would opt not to spend time with me.

Her hand covered mine. “I’ll go anywhere you want.”

The biggest urge to tackle her, press her back down against the mattress, and repeat those words over and over again as I thrust in and out of her overcame me. Just as I moved to make the fantasy in my head a reality, a knock at the door sounded.

“That’s our breakfast,” I stated out loud, more as a reminder to myself than for Stacia’s benefit.

“You better go get it, then. I’m starving. And since you’re taking me to a secret location, who knows the next time I’ll have an opportunity to eat.” Stacia laughed as she flounced out of bed, completely naked, and strolled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

“I’m coming!” I called out at the sound of a second knock on the door. My tone may have been a little sharp but there was an unmistakable smile on my face as I retrieved our breakfast. I’d already scheduled our flight to leave in two hours. Giving us enough time to complete breakfast, pack, and send down our belongings and possibly get in another round in the shower before heading to the airport.

“Merry Christmas to me,” I said out of nowhere as I closed the door behind the hotel employee that’d delivered our food. It was going to be a Merry Christmas that year.

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