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“Yeah, I’ve gotten better at it over the years, but I’m still not very good at it, and it takes a lot out of me. During the season, I rarely leave my house unless it is hockey related.” He tightened her hold on her, and she relaxed into him. “What about you? What is your favorite memory?”

“It’s probably the first Christmas we spent in this cabin. Christmases here were magical as a kid. The first year here was also the first Christmas we were all together. It’s quite a change for a kid to go from only being her and her mom to having a brother and sister. We did the mixed family well. He’s my dad, and they’re my brother and sister. It just works. I think this is where I figured out we were actually all going to get along.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, letting her know he was listening, which meant a lot. “I guess I didn’t realize he was your stepdad.”

“Yeah,” she said, tracing his hands wrapped around her waist. “He adopted me when I was ten, so he’s just my dad. And Isabelle and Aiden are my siblings.”

“How do I keep forgetting your brother is a team physician?”

“I don’t know how... I sure don’t forget,” she said before taking the last sip of wine from her glass.

“Why do you say it like that?” he asked with a small chuckle.

“I don’t know.” She sighed, setting down her empty wine glass. “Sometimes being the unimpressive Wagner gets old.”

“What? That’s nonsense. You impress me,” he demanded.

“You’re sweet,” she said, taking his hand again. “I think it’s part of the reason I like this cabin so much. Here, we’re just family, and our jobs and everything else don’t matter as much. It’s been like that since our first Christmas here. I still remember when my dad gave me this amazing art set. I knew he understood me at least a little. Lots of people don’t get me... I’m a lot.”

“You’re the perfect amount,” he said, kissing her head. At that, there was no stopping her heart. All that was left to do is enjoy the ride.

Next stop: heartbreak, but it would be fun getting there.

She leaned over and kissed him. Part of her wanted to pinch herself because she wasn’t sure how any of this was possible? How was she sitting in her dad’s cabin, making out with Taylor Campbell, just about to have sex with him for the first time?

His hands wrapped around her waist as he reached for her. Alice sank her hands into his soft hair and pulled him close.

He moved over her and laid her back before settling over her. The weight of his hard body on her soft body was intoxicating. She was on fire for this man. Slipping her cardigan off hershoulder, he kissed it. His gentle kiss on her shoulder and cock pressing into her core had her body ablaze.

Then his hand came up and cupped her breast over her tank top, and she moaned. She thought about being embarrassed, but then Taylor let out a groan of his own before slipping that hand under her shirt and squeezing the nipple.

“I fucking love these tits,” he said, pulling back. He lowered his mouth and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she had never been this turned on.

She had fooled around before and gone pretty far with Steven, but nothing ever felt like this. He pulled back again, and she sat up slightly and slipped her tank off before reaching for the hem on his T-shirt. He followed her lead and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her core pulsed at the sight of him. His muscular chest and arms, the way his hair fell around his face, the heat of his brown eyes devouring her, it all fucking worked. All of it. And it was all turning her on. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down on top of her. The feel of his bare skin on hers had a release already building in her. How was that even possible?

He groaned and rocked his hips into her. Even though their bottom halves were still clothes, her pajama shorts and his sweatpants didn’t block much sensation. It had her body convulsing and moaning.

He grinned against her mouth, moved his lips down, and kissed her neck while his hand slowly slipped into the waistband of the sleep shorts. Her entire body was lit up like the Christmas tree lights all-round the room.

She widened her legs to make space for his searching hand. As he cupped her sex, another groan escaped his mouth as he slipped in a finger.

“Fuck, Alice, you are so wet,” he said as his fingers explored her slit, smearing the wetness all around.

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to answer him, but no coherent words would come out with his fingers doing what they were doing. She just moaned and rocked her hips on his hand.

She closed her eyes as his fingers slowly moved in and out of her. Then he slid them up and worked circles over her clit. Her body tensed, and her eyes flew open, connecting with his. His gaze set her burning for him. It was amazing. The light reflected in his eyes, casting this sexy glow onto them.

The way he was looking at her was more than she could bear. But then his fingers moved over her clit in a way that made her entire body convulse. His eyebrow cocked like he had just figured out a puzzle, and he added more pressure but continued to touch her the same way.

“Oh my god,” she gasped out and squeezed her eyes shut as the most powerful orgasm she ever had took over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she rasped out as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. His hand kept up milking every last ounce of pleasure from her until her body collapsed on the couch.

“Oh my god,” she lay there, panting, hands covering her face.

“Doing okay?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to her hand.

“Yeah... great... That was maybe the best orgasm of my entire life, so, yeah, I’m doing okay.”

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