Page 25 of Naughty Santa

Once Paris was dressed again, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her until she was light-headed.

“So,” he said as they parted. “Now what? How does this ‘sex just for sex’ thing work?”

“Just like this,” she said, gesturing between them. “We know I’m leaving in a week or two. No attachments. Just good filthy fun whenever the mood strikes us.”

“Any time?” he asked, running his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Any time. As long as we don’t get caught. The other key component to keeping it casual is that no one else should know so no one can have an opinion and make it anything less than satisfying and sexy as hell.” Paris crossed her legs and leaned back on the desk on her forearms.

Joe grinned. “I wasn’t planning to shout it from a megaphone. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing some of these local guys jealous of me. You’re the hottest thing to hit town since they opened that Dunkin’ Donuts out by the expressway.”

Paris laughed. “I’ll take that as an enormous compliment.”

“It was meant that way.”

They both heard it at the same time—a pounding on the front door. Joe cursed and she jumped off the desk, smoothing her hair.

“We smell like sex.” Even as Joe said it, he grinned.

Paris opened the desk drawer and pulled out the cinnamon room-freshener spray. She’d been dousing the Christmas tree display with it to create a scent memory for customers.

Pushing the nozzle, she hit Joe with it.

He jerked back, waving his arm in front of him. “What the fuck, Paris? I smell like a breakfast roll now.”

“Who doesn’t love a cinnamon bun?” Paris gave him a smile. “Come over later tonight.”

Joe stopped acting like he was choking and raised his eyebrows. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“What do you think it means?”

“That I get to taste your pussy.”

Wow. Her nipples tightened, and she wished they were anywhere but at the store right now. The pounding on the front door got louder. They were out of time.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what it means.”

“I think Christmas came early.”

“Just don’t you come early.” Paris winked at him.

Joe growled and half turned her so he could swat her ass. Hard. “You’ll be punished for that later.”

Her inner thighs bloomed with heat.

She was starting to love Indiana.

CHAPTER 7

It wasa good thing Joe had to do some roof repairs after the hot workroom sex with Paris because he needed the cooldown. Damn, she was unbelievable. Confident, sensual, flirtatious.

Now that he’d given in to his base desires and had her over Lydia’s desk, he wasn’t sure why the hell he’d bothered to resist. Sure, he was notorious for getting attached. Yes, most likely he was going to either make a jackass out of himself or fall in love with her and get his damn heart broken. But he had a sneaking suspicion that could happen even without the sex, so why not enjoy the high before the crash?

At least that was what he was telling himself as he replaced shingles and let the cold air take the heat out of his skin. It was a fucking miracle he didn’t shoot a nail through his glove, given how distracted he was by thoughts of seeing Paris again that night. She was leaving in a week or two, and Joe had every intention of spending every night until then deep inside her heat.

When she closed the Holly Jolly for the night, she waved and called up to him from the sidewalk. “I’m going home. Bye, Joe!”

Joe wondered if she knew she had said “home” and if that meant anything.

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