Page 72 of Their Christmas Miracle

VII

Let it Snow

Elle

Warmth stroked Elle to waking. She blinked, holding a hand over her eyes as she sat up. A sheet fell from her breasts, gathering in soft folds around her lap.

Where the hell—?

A hand slipped over her thigh, squeezing her.

Lurid memory rushed back like a physical force. She inhaled sharply, turning to look at Blake. He blinked up at her, hair mussed and lips twitching into a faint smile.

“Morning already?” he murmured.

He sat up beside her, one hand propping himself up, the other dragging through his hair.

God — how hadn’t she noticed how damn attractive he was? Now, with the morning light picking brazen highlights in his hair, and his eyes squinted, he looked like an underwear model twenty years after the fact.

Still squinting at her, he gave her a long, slow smile. The sunlight made the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deeper. Somehow… sexier.

“Coffee?” This in a voice rasping with sleep.

Elle’s breath came out in a rush. “Please.”

Blake grinned at her as he slid his legs over the side of the bed. He had a few faded tattoos on his shoulders, muscles that coiled as he stretched. A strip of pale white skin over his ass. Elle wanted to avert her eyes, but she stared instead. Faint half-moons stood out in angry red on that pale ass.

Her nails.

She allowed herself a small smile, and fell back into the bed, snuggling into its soft warmth. Watching Blake as he walked — naked and seemingly unashamed — to the kitchen to make them coffee. The view she had of his ass and thighs disappeared behind the kitchen counter.

“Did you know condoms expire?”

Those words snapped Elle from her happy place like a rubber band. She sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest.

“They what?”

Blake glanced over at her, scratching absently at his chest as he flicked on the percolator.

“Condoms. I had a pack in my bathroom. Something made me turn it over. Expires in a month’s time.” He nodded, as if this was the most interesting thing in the world.

“So we… did it—”

He laughed then, turning to face her and putting his palms on the table.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re not pregnant or anything.”

Her face went hot. She wanted to be pissed off for that comment, but instead, those words had served her a picture-perfect image of her holding open her mouth for Blake’s cum.

What the hell had she been on?

Well, lust, obviously. She’d never — ever — felt as turned on as she had last night.

“So, about your car.”

Elle tried to release her grip on the sheets. “What about my car?”

“I don’t see a problem giving it back to you. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to run away without paying, right?”

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