Page 14 of Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

“This is it?” I ask, amazed as Quinn parks his SUV.

“This is it,” he says, smiling as he looks up at it. “I should come back more often. It is nice to be home.”

“Quinn!” a lady that I’m sure is his mother shouts as she opens the red door, the largest smile possible on her face. “Mitch! He’s here!”

His dad follows her out, waving at us.

“Ready to meet the parents?” Quinn asks.

I should be nervous, but I’m not. I’m excited. I don’t know why, but everything feels right.

“Definitely!”

CHAPTER FIVE

Quinn

“What a lovely surprise!” Mom says after I introduce Jemma. “Quinn, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

My dad grabs my shoulder and gives it a loving squeeze. “How long have you two been together?”

“Long enough to know she’s the one,” I say as I slide my arm around her. Her face lights up in a beautiful smile as she leans into me.

“We knew immediately,” Jemma says, smiling up at me. “It was like Cupid himself struck us with his arrow.”

“Well, I’m glad he has good aim,” my mom says, taking our coats and ushering us inside. The house is just how I remembered it—warm, cozy, and smelling of baked goods. Dad has a roaring fire going in the living room and mom has something delicious cooking in the oven. “Go warm up by the fire and we’ll bring you a little snack.”

“And some refreshments,” Dad says with a wink. “The strong kind.”

My mom and dad are the best hosts. They disappear into the kitchen as I bring Jemma into the cozy family room.

“Oh wow,” she says with a sparkle in her eye as she looks at the beautiful Christmas tree and at all of the stunning decorations along the fireplace. “I’m so happy to be here, you have no idea.”

I wrap my arms around her as she tears up.

“I was going to be home alone for Christmas,” she says as she looks at the sparkling tree. “Thank you for bringing me here, Quinn.”

I cup her cheek and tilt her mouth up, moaning when I catch a glimpse of her sexy little tongue behind those white teeth. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, loving the way her body melts against me.

We should have stopped at a hotel first. I can’t go another minute without being inside her. I want her so badly.

She moans as I kiss her deeper until she suddenly pulls away when my parents walk into the room, dishes clinking.

“Hey, there’s no mistletoe over there,” Dad says with a chuckle. He’s holding a bottle of wine and four glasses.

“I’m sorry,” Jemma says, pulling away with blushing cheeks.

“Oh, stop that,” my mother says, putting down a large tray onto the coffee table. It’s overflowing with slices of pound cake, date squares, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “I’ve been waiting forever to see my son in love. You kiss that boy all you want.”

Jemma takes my hand and squeezes it as we sit down on the couch. Dad pours the wine and mom offers my girl a cookie.

They ask her a million questions as I sit back and listen, admiring everything about her. By the time Dad is pouring refills, they’re as smitten with her as I am.

“We had set up your old bedroom,” Mom says as Dad tosses another log in the fire, “but I think you’d be more comfortable in the guest suite over the garage.”

There’s a king-sized bed and a private bathroom, plus it’s far enough from the rest of the house that no one but me will be able to hear my girl moaning late in the night.

We make our way up to the room while Mom and Dad stay back to finish up dinner.

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