Page 59 of Inherited Holiday

“It’s excruciating,” I sassed, teasing him.

Before he could object, I propelled my body forward and rushed out of the bed, taking the bedsheet with me. Except that left him only in gym shorts in front of me.

My gaze greedily took him in.

From his chiseled chest.

To his rock-hard abs.

Down to the V above his dick.

Which was just as hard as his abs, standing straight at attention.

I licked my lips.

You’d think he’d have some sort of modesty, but nope. He didn’t know the meaning of the word. He simply sat up against the headboard, placing his arms behind his head.

“Since you’re staring right at my cock, why don’t you just come ride it instead?”

“Merry Christmas Eve to you too…”

“Are you Christmas? Because I want to Merry you.”

I laughed. “You’re the reason Santa even has a naughty list. Now, you need to cover yourself. I have an appointment for a massage this morning that I can’t get out of. They should be here any minute.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“Relax, Mr. Saint Clair. Your office staff has gotten me amassage every Christmas Eve morning for the past couple of years because they know what tomorrow brings.”

“I never understood why everyone had to work on Christmas Day when they should be with their families.”

“Because Christmas, Mr. Grinch, is about giving, not receiving, and that’s what this town stands for.”

“You’ve had no problem receiving all the orgasms I’ve so generously been giving you.”

“See…” I baited. “Look how great you are at the giving, and you will be all about the giving tomorrow when you help me in my bakery.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Oh, yes.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “We have lots of cookies to bake.”

“As long as there isn’t a raisin in sight, we won’t have a problem.”

I grabbed Max out of his arms. “Your daddy does not like raisins.”

Shit…

It just slipped out.

“I mean… I didn’t?—”

He stood, placing his fingers over my mouth. “I like it when you call me daddy.”

My mouth dropped open.

Reaching for Max, he started backing him away when he added, lifting Max in the air. “This is a good place to start.”

With that, he simply turned and left.

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