Page 66 of Their Christmas Miracle

That thought almost made him do it. Blake slid his fingers free and had her sweats tugged down around her ass before he could stop himself. Elle spread her legs for him, for all the world as if expecting him to slap out his cock and shove it in her.

He watched her again for a moment, considering. But no. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Not that she had to know that.

“Mmm.” He tugged down the sweats to her knees, staring down at her. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, her sex small and compact — nothing more than a slit that disappeared into the darkness between her legs. “Would you look at that?”

Elle squirmed then, and tried to draw her knees closed. Blake slid his legs between hers, shimmying his feet apart and forcing her legs even wider.

“Blake—” her voice was almost panicked.

He tightened the grip around her wrists, pressing her hands into the wall above her. Forcing his eyes up, away from that tantalizing triangle of honey-blond curls, he kissed her again.

That, at least, seemed to quell her protests.

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