Page 12 of Unholy Night

Penn dipped his spoon into the pint, scooped up a heaping chunk of ice cream, and waved it in front of my face. “C’mon, beautiful, humor me.”

My glands salivated as the spoon neared my lips. I could see the perfect glistening ribbons of caramel swirling in that luscious thick cream. I was half-tempted to snatch it from him and sprint up the stairs. But one look at the way his forearm flexed from his grip was enough of a warning. I was no match for him.

I threw my hands up in defeat. “What’s the game?”

His grin widened. “I’ll ask you a question about yourself and for every correct answer, you get a spoonful of ice cream.”

I snickered. This idiot. Did he really think I was going to be honest? I’m a writer. It’s literally my job to make up stories. “Deal.”

He licked his lips. No, like literally and slowly dragged the tip of his tongue across his top and bottom lips like he was priming them for a meal. Fuck. There goes another spasm to my clit.

“And I’ll know if you’re lying, sweetheart. I’m good at a lot of things, but sniffing out a lie is my specialty,” Penn drawled.

My stomach flipped. There was something about the way his shoulders pressed back as he said that. The way he looked me square in the eye with the confidence of an FBI interrogator. Fuck.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with before the whole thing melts.” I folded my arms and leaned back against the counter.

“Why are you here?”

“To finish my book.”

Penn shook his head. “Nah. You can write a book anywhere. Why are you really here, Easton Radleigh?”

Ugh. I didn’t even like talking to therapists about my life. “I needed somewhere quiet to get away and not be bothered. Clearly I failed on both accounts,” I snarked.

Penn smirked. “Last chance to tell me the truth or face the consequences.”

The ice cream was starting to drip off the spoon and onto the linoleum floor. I could just say fuck it and walk away. But something held me in place. A curiosity maybe. A pull to this gorgeous man who had every intention of pushing all of my buttons.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist and tugged the spoon toward my face. “Because even though I hate Christmas, I didn’t want anyone to see me spending it alone. I came here because it seemed far enough away from the prying eyes of the press and paparazzi. I came to this god forsaken reindeer hell hole to finish my book in peace and not have to be reminded of how much I suck at love everywhere I look.”

Penn nodded and slipped the spoon in my mouth. “Much better. Now you get a reward.”

I practically came in my pants as the smooth buttery ice cream invaded my mouth. Fuck it was worth it.

He eyed my lips hungrily before removing the spoon. “Next question. Did you enjoy having Zander’s cock inside you?”

Fuck me. My jaw dropped open. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Penn set the pint of ice cream down on the counter and boxed me in with his Titan-looking arms. “You heard me. Well, I heard you to be exact. We all did. Your screams of ecstasy were… addicting. I’m only sad that I didn’t get to watch.”

What is happening?

I should be ashamed. Embarrassed. Outraged at his forwardness. But all I felt was complete and utter desire. “I… I don’t know what you think you heard but—”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “Shhh. You don’t have to be shy, darlin’. We’re all friends here. And friends share everything.”

Oh, fuck. He wants to fuck me too. Did I win the hot sex lottery? I couldn’t really fuck two guys in one night, could I? “Um… thanks for the ice cream. I should get to bed.”

Penn didn’t move a muscle. “Take off your pants and get on the island.”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “Are you stroking out? Please get out of my way.”

His blue eyes lit up with amusement. “Have you ever had anyone lick ice cream off your pussy?”

Fuck. A lump formed in my throat. I could barely breathe, let alone speak. I just shook my head.

He untied my drawstring and my pajama bottoms fell to the floor. And now I wished I had put on a pair of panties.

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