Page 40 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

In the hallway, I hold my breath. It’s only ten, maybe fifteen feet to the spare room, and the house is entirely still.

We make it to the spare room without detection, and he comes inside with me.

“Do you want to sleep in the robe?” He tugs on the collar, pulling me close so he can kiss me. “Or naked?”

“Or…the candy cane PJs?”

He shrugs. “Tradition.”

I nod. “Tradition it is.”

He peels his robe off me and hangs it on a hook, then dresses me like a smaller, curvier matching candy cane.

I crawl into bed and he follows. I look at him in surprise.

“I’ll go back to my room once you’re asleep.” He kisses my forehead. “And in the morning, we’ll figure out the next steps, because tomorrow night, you’re sleeping in there withme.”

I can’t findmy phone when I wake up. It’s not completely dark out the window, and I hear a bit of movement, so I let myself get out of bed. There’s a fine line between being excited about Christmas morning and being too eager to see your friend’s dad again. If Hannah’s already awake, I need to play it cooler than I probably know how to.

It feels weird to just go downstairs in my PJs without a bra on when I barely know half the people in the house. So I take a minute to put underwear on under the candy cane fright before I step out into the hallway.

Hannah’s door is still closed, but there’s a light on downstairs. I creep down to the foyer and find Hunter in the kitchen, quietly making coffee.

He lifts his head as I approach, and my breath catches in my throat.

Hi, he mouths.

And it’s exactly the same way he did when I saw him in the coffee shop. I was so nervous when I saw him, because he seemed so out of my league, like what was I even doing askingthis man for a first kiss?

Now he’s slow rolling me through all of my firsts, and I’m nervous for a whole different reason. It feels like everyone is going to know I spent the night in his bed. That I didn’t get much sleep because we kept talking and kissing and…

Hunter crooks his finger.Come here.I glance sideways, but nobody else is up yet.

“Hi,” I whisper as I come to stand right in front of him.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs. “That’s so beautiful.”

That echo of what he said when he was between my thighs in the shower doesn’t help the heat rolling through me atall.

He ducks his head so his lips brush my ear. “Are you thinking about me eating you out?”

I gasp and press my hands to my cheeks. “Yes.”

“Fucking proud of putting that look on your face, I’m not going to lie.” Hunter presses a coffee cup into my hand. “Here you go. Vanilla latte for a very yummy girl. Think of passive solar houses or cell division orsomething else science-y while I get breakfast started.”

“Do you need help?”

He takes a deep breath, and a glance down at the candy cane PJ bottoms tells me I’m not the only one affected by our morning reunion.

I lick my lips. “Would it be more help if I go check out the Christmas tree or something?”

“Or something, yeah.” He bites his lower lip, his gaze hooded and hot. “Merry Christmas, sweet girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I whisper before twirling away with my coffee.

In the living room, Wyatt and his partners are still sleeping. I creep past them and go into the library. This part of the house is under the entrance to Hunter’s room upstairs. There’s a door off it that has glass panels on either side, and through those I can a big desk and an even bigger drafting table.

“That’s his den,” someone says from behind me.

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