Page 19 of Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

“Can’t go wrong with a sexy black dress,” I say as she checks her hair in the mirror.

I’m sitting on her bed in her old room as she bites her bottom lip, not looking sure.

She’s meeting up with her high school friends and her old boyfriend Chris is going to be there. She told me that every Christmas season if they’re both single, they end up hooking up for the night. She’s hoping for the tradition to continue this year.

I’m hoping as well. Linda and Mitch are gone for the night. They’re staying at their friends’ house to celebrate the holidays and since there’s always a lot of wine, Schnapps, and Baileys involved, they brought sleepover bags.

If Willow gets lucky tonight, Quinn and I will have the whole house to ourselves. I’m dying to get this man alone. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Sleeping in the same bed has been torturous.

I keep thinking of the incredible feeling I had when his head was between my legs, his hot mouth on me, making me moan, making me scream. I shiver from the memory.

“Are you cold?” Willow asks as she walks over and turns up the heat.

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, trying to keep my skin from flushing. “You should definitely wear that dress. One look at you in that thing and he’s going to buy a one-way ticket to Hawaii.”

“Aloha,” she says, shaking her hips like a hula dancer.

I laugh as I watch her moving. “You have to teach me that.”

“I think I have an extra grass skirt and coconut bra in my suitcase.”

Ever since we hashed it out in the kitchen two days ago, IloveWillow. She’s a strong, badass woman who’s hilarious. I want to be just like her.

“I’ll text you as soon as I know it’s on,” she says, grinning at me. “I know you’re probably dying for your own Christmas hookup.”

My mouth drops.

“Oh, keep playing that innocent girl bit,” she says with a wink. “You’re not fooling me for a second.”

She slides her purse onto her shoulder, fixes her hair one last time in the mirror, and heads out.

“Good luck!” I tell her.

She smiles at me. “You too.”

I always wanted an older sister like Willow and I can’t believe if things go right, I might get one.

I take a deep breath, excited to have the house to ourselves, and check myself in the mirror. I’m wearing my dark gray leggings—the expensive ones that somehow make my ass look like it’s defying gravity—and a big hoodie with my secret weapon underneath: a white tank top that shows too much cleavage for being out in public but just enough to get your hot billionaire boyfriend to jump all over you.

I grin as I head downstairs once I hear Willow’s car driving away. Christmas Eve is tomorrow and we’re going to be surrounded by family and friends until New Year’s Eve. This is my one chance to get this sexy man alone.

I tip-toe down the stairs barefoot and peek into the living room. Quinn is sitting in the chair beside the roaring fire reading a thick book. The Christmas tree is beautifully lit up in the corner and Linda lit some Christmas-scented candles around the room before she left, giving the whole room a warm, inviting feeling.

My eyes settle on Quinn’s calm face and my chest fills with a loving warmth. I’m in love with this man. I knew it the second I saw him, but it’s confirmed for me now. He’s the one for me.

I step into the room and his eyes rise from the book. He smiles warmly when he sees me and that does it. I’m done for. I’m his. Seeing him look so happy whenever he sees me is the best part of all this.

“We have the house to ourselves…” I say as I strut over.

He puts his book on the side table and grins. “What would you like to do?”

A thrill rushes through me at all of the intriguing possibilities. I want to do so many things to this man and I want him to do so many things to me, but more than anything, I want to please him. I want to make him feel like he made me feel. I want to rock his world.

His beautiful brown eyes follow me as I drop to my knees in front of him.

“I want you to sit back and relax,” I say as I run my hands up his thighs and over the bulge that’s growing in front of my eyes. I grab onto his buckle and slide his leather belt out.

My whole body is aching and throbbing like never before. My mouth is watering as I watch his erection grow long and hard, the thick outline pushing against his pants.

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