Page 31 of Their Christmas Miracle

I have seen it before. Remember, at my dad’s work? But now… I think it’s probably twice the size. Maybe more. I’m sure it’s gotta hurt, that thing being trapped inside there.

Like I’m hurting. Aching, throbbing, yearning for touch. For him to be inside me.

I shiver at the thought of hime inside me, filling me.

His shirt flutters to the floor.

The bedroom is dimly lit — he never turned on the light but there’s some streaming in from the living area. It kind of silhouettes him but not enough to hide that trouser snake of his.

Or to cast too much shadow on his hands, as he begins to unbuckle his pants. Metal clicks against metal as he draws his belt out of his suit. It drops to the floor with a thud-clatter, and I push down the other sleeve of my vest. Now all it will take is a single shrug, and my boobs will be all out in the open.

And I can see he wants to see them. His eyes are glued to my chest, his lips parted, his jaw bunching.

His hand hesitates on the button of his suit pants.

“Go on,” I tell him. God, my voice is so husky with lust I sound like a chain smoker. “Drop it.”

But he shakes his head. Gives me that small smile again. And then uses his chin to point to my vest.

“You first.”

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