Page 58 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

“Yes,” she squealed jumping up from the chair only to quickly compose herself and sit back down, making him laugh.

“I take it you may like this holiday, too?”

“Maybe a little,” she squeaked, her body vibrating with excitement. “Maybe I have a secret fantasy about spending a Christmas in England with a very handsome man that’s all mine?”

“Really?” he said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Does this mean you’ll want me to wrap myself up and lay under the tree on Christmas morning?”

She laughed at the vision, then bit her lip when it turned X-rated in her mind. “I’ll be your naughty elf.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know what country you hail from, but we don’t have naughty elves in England, madam. Only good elves.” He reached a hand out and she took it laughing. He pulled her up and sat her on his lap. “Tell Santa what it is you want for Christmas.”

She put her arm around his neck, giggling. “Maybe some cookies, and some nail polish.” She kissed his lips. “A gorgeous Englishman named William?”

He mmm’d as his lips softened. “I may be able to accommodate your wishes, my lady.”

She suddenly gasped. “We’ll have a huge tree, right?”

“Ginormous,” he said, stroking her back with his warm hand.

“Colored lights or white?”

“What do you like?”

“I like white.”

“I like the colors.”

“Then we’ll do colors!”

“How about colors and white?” he suggested.

She kissed him happily. “If you like colors then I love colors! We’ll do colors everywhere!”

“You’re going to spoil me?”

“If you let me, yes.”

“We’ll fight over that one, I think?”

She pulled back and looked at him with a grin. “You don’t want to fight with me,” she warned.

“Feisty,” he tested, giving her a devious look before digging his fingers into her sides.

She launched from his lap in laughter and he yanked her back onto him, burying his mouth on her neck and growling like a monster while holding her squirming limbs.

She finally broke free and ran for the stairs, squealing when he chased her. He cornered her in the bedroom then launched for her, throwing her on the bed where they wrestled all of two seconds before giving in to the fire in his kiss. “Every morning you’ll have to suffer my affections.”

“The torture,” she moaned, locking her legs around his waist. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it?”

He gave a groan, pushing his arousal into her thigh. “I’ll have to prep you.”

“Prep?” she giggled, squeezing his tight butt in her hands. “You’ll train me? Boot camp? Sex seven times a day?”

He paused, staring down at her with a concerned look. “I may need to ask Santa for more testosterone for Christmas. To keep up with naughty Rosie.”

She busted out laughing. “I’m no nympho. I don’t think,” she said, realizing she could easily become one with him. “You might be the exception my libido has been seeking.” She gave a scheming brow wiggle.

“I may be the one running from you, I see.”

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