Page 22 of Santa's Mistletoe Playbook

When they entered the elevator, Bryson pressed the fifteenth floor.

Danica’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t…!”

He grinned. “I did. Wait’ll you see this kickass suite.”

The elevator doors opened, and Bryson led her to two double doors at the end of the hallway. He swiped his key card, and they entered a large, luxurious suite.

Danica wandered from room to room, admiring the decor. “Oh my gosh, this is fantastic!” Her eye was drawn to a round marble table with a large crystal vase holding pink and red roses. A tiny box with a card rested next to it.

She opened the card and read Bryson’s scrawl, “Marry Christmas.” A grin spread across her face. “You spelled this wrong.”

“No, I didn’t. Open the box.”

“What’s this, I wonder?” She feigned innocence, knowing darn well what it was. When she eased the top open, her heart turned somersaults as she gasped at a diamond ring with tiny rubies around it.

Bryson closed the distance, took the box from her, and lowered to one knee. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Bryson! Yes!” This is what she’d hoped for all along. It’s all she’d ever hoped for.

He stood and lifted out the ring. “Put this on. We’re officially engaged.”

“I hoped you’d propose this Christmas. This is the best present ever!”

“I plan to make love to you until the sun comes up. And at this time of year, that won’t happen till ten o’clock tomorrow morning!” His eyes sparkled with a come-on look.

Danica could hardly contain her happiness. She only wanted Bryson. Not his job or his money, only him. She moved to the wall-mounted TV and picked up the clicker.

“Here comes the fireplace channel with smooth jazz. Now strip and give me a lap dance.” She kicked off her stilettos and sat on the bed in her little black dress, breathless with anticipation.

Bryson laughed but followed her order, moving his hips and working each button painstakingly slow, like an exotic dancer at the Devil’s Club. When his shirt parted, Danica kissed his bare chest and abdomen.

She rose and slid her palms under each side of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. He stood in his expensive suit pants, like a disheveled billionaire. He even smelled like one.

“I’ve got to have younow.” Danica unsnapped and unzipped Bryson’s pants and shoved everything down. He stood naked in front of her as she took him in her hands and massaged him. She went down on him, and he rolled his head back and moaned.

Bryson moved close and lifted her to her feet. He buried his face in her neck while unzipping her dress. He teased it from her shoulders, sliding his lips down to her cleavage, then guided her onto the bed in her red pushup bra and thong.

He moved to the table, and she admired his cute, round butt as he lifted a long-stemmed rose from the bouquet and moved to the bed, straddling her. Bryson brushed the rose lightly up her stomach, circling her breasts, then brushed it around her face.

“You know what I like,” he groaned out, bending to lick below her earlobe, which drove her insane.

She sent him a cat-eyed look. “Oh yeah, baby. You like us both wet.”

“You’re beautiful tonight, but I want to do you in the shower.”

Danica choked back a laugh. Being married to a medical doctor required lots of shower time. Bryson got off on making love in the shower. It was their private, erotic place.

“We can’t let this humongous shower go to waste,” she purred, cradling his face in a sumptuous kiss.

They exited the bed for the roomy walk-in shower, and Bryson turned it on.

While they waited for the water to warm, Bryson unclasped her bra and kissed her breasts. He tugged down her thong, kissing the insides of her thighs, driving her even more insane. He slid the glass door open and edged her into the shower.

Danica wasted no time gliding her soapy hand over his smooth skin. She lathered his sexy chest and squealed with delight to see how hard and ready he was for her. She took him in her hands, sliding them along his slippery length.

Bryson closed his eyes and leaned into the action of her hands. He pumped a mound of lather into his palm and returned the favor, lathering her and taking his time down low with her center.

This practically undid her. It had been such a long time. Never had they made love with so much raw passion.

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