Page 50 of The Holiday Games

Turns out, I’m also a shameless sex beastie, capable of coming like a 747 roaring down the runway as I dig my claws into my lover’s skin, holding him captive when he tries to pull away before he loses control.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he says, cursing as he comes, his cock jerking deep inside me. “I usually pull out, even with a condom. Just in case.”

I respond by biting his shoulder as my second orgasm of the night rips through me with such force that I’m pretty sure I disrupt the space-time continuum.

When I’m finally capable of rational thought again, I’m on top of Leo, catching my breath on his chest with no memory of how I got there.

I lift my head, casting a sheepish look his way as I whisper, “So, that was…a thing… A thing that we did.”

He grins, looking unphased by my feral side. “It sure was.” His palm glides over the small of my back to cup my ass. “And a thing we should do again as soon as possible.” His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he shakes his head. “You’re incredible.”

“No, you’re incredible,” I say. “It’s never been like that before.I’venever been like that. So…crazy.”

“You weren’t crazy. You were sexy.”

“Even when I scratched you like a wildcat?”

“Especially then.” He sighs, his smile fading as he adds, “But speaking of wildcats, I should go see what Satan broke. As annoying as that little fucker is, I don’t want him cutting his paws in the mess.”

“You’re a sweet cat dad.” I roll to one side, letting him up as I brush my hair from my still-flushed face.

“I am not,” he says, stepping into his boxer briefs. “I’m a primal sex god who intends to have my way with you again as soon as I put that turd in his carrier.”

I grin and shoot him two enthusiastic thumbs up, making his eyes dance as he lunges forward, pressing one final kiss to my lips. “Stay right there,” he whispers. “Naked and gorgeous and thinking frisky thoughts about me.”

“Will do,” I whisper back.

It’s a promise I intend to keep until I hear Leo curse loudly from the other room. He sounds really upset.

I jump off the mattress and throw on my dress, afraid Greg’s broken something special. But when I hurry into the living room, the only thing obviously amiss is the cat play structure lying on its side near the windows.

It doesn’t appear to be broken, however, just…horizontal.

I start forward, intending to help Leo lift it back into place, when he holds up a hand, fingers spread wide. “Stop. There’s glass on the floor. I don’t want you to cut your feet.”

I stop, my gaze lifting to the window, which is indeed shattered. I wrap my arms around my midsection, bracing myself against a gust of cold December wind. “Okay, be careful. Should I grab a garbage bag or something?” I ask. “Something to tape over the window?”

Leo drags a hand through his hair. “Yeah, that would be great. They’re under the sink in the kitchen, and there’s duct tape in the drawer closest to the dining table. But once we’re done, I have to get dressed and head outside. I’ve already looked everywhere Greg could be hiding in here, and there’s no sign of him.”

“Oh no,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest. “You think he?—”

“Went through the window,” Leo finishes, a worried expression clawing into his forehead. “Yeah, he did. The little shit is gone.”

twenty

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Leo

I’m a cat dad failure. I should have replaced the windows years ago. I’ve known they were ancient and energy inefficient since the day I moved in. The realtor warned mefivefucking times that vintage windows are far more easily broken than modern glass.

But she kept fretting that a thief could use the weakness to break in. I’m a large man living on the third floor! I figured I was safe.

I never imagined Greg would do something like this.

“But I should have,” I mutter as Caroline and I pause in front of yet another dark alley. “I fucking should have.”

“What?” Caroline asks, not waiting for an answer before calling, “Greg! Greee-eeg! Where are you pumpkin? Come out and see us. We have treats. Smoked salmon, your favorite.”

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