Page 12 of Mistletoe and Mischief

“You’re refusing the Ds. Unexpected, but okay.”

She waves a finger. “Let’s be clear. I’m only refusing one D. You can entertain me with the others.”

“Day spa?” Blake pretends to be serious.

“No, I think she wants a dog,” Landon says.

“Stop it!” Her laugh is so genuine. “I would be a horrible dog mom right now. But I’m not opposed to Blake’s offer.”

I walk to her, stroking my thumb over her cheek. “Too bad… I thought you wanted more Daddies. Day spa it is.”

She stares up at me, batting her eyelashes, rubbing a finger over my cock. “Don’t try to steal Blake’s nickname. And while I’m not opposed to a day spa, but I was thinking of a more filling D.”

I toss my head back dramatically, using all of my willpower to channel the sexual tension she’s stirring in me into a bit of fun. “Filling… got it. We’ll stop by Sugar D’s Donut Shop before we come over next time.”

She pouts.

“You keep pouting and I’ll spank your ass again, for somediscipline.” Landon steps beside me. “But that wouldn’t be filling… how about somedeliciouswine?”

She shakes her head and suppresses a laugh.

Blake steps to my other side. “No can do. She’s underage.”

“Such a buzzkill,Dad.”

Blake gets defensive. “That’s Daddy to you, Babygirl. Just making sure they remember you’re only twenty.”

“That just makes you adouche,” Landon says.

“You’re so crass. How aboutdaffodils?” Blake says.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant… I wantdaffodilsat my beck and call.”

She’s so fun and quick-witted. I don’t want this to end, but at home we agreed there would be no sex on this trip. The master plan dictates that she understands we see her as so much more than a fuck-buddy.

Per our pre-arranged plan, I decide it’s time we leave. Besides, one more stroke of her finger, and I’m going to come in my pants. “Seems that we understand the terms. We’ll leave andmark this as the start of the cool-off and consideration period. We’ll check back in a few days, when you’ve had time to think.”

Her mouth drops open. “You’re leaving?”

“Leaving you to your… drama, as in the book you were about to cuddle up with.”

“Drama, that’s a stretch. How about dreams?” Blake says.

“How about dildo?” she mutters.

“What was that?” I pretend not to hear, and kiss the top of her head. I’ll have to process the thought of her playing with herself while I rub one out in the shower.

Eight

Jasmine

I browse the wall of ready-to-paint pottery at the studio, surrounded by my girlfriends. It’s our first girls’ night out since the auction. So much has happened in a few days.

Sabrina and Betsy have already chosen the pieces they’re going to decorate. Naomi’s with us for the first time. It seemed fitting to invite her since she went through hell after the auction.

Betsy’s already covered a heart-shaped piggy bank in pink, while Sabrina meticulously studies a set of four nesting dolls. She painted the first one a couple weeks ago, and has the other three left.

Naomi chooses a mug so I make a quick choice.

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