Page 22 of Snowed in with a Grinch

“Yeah?”

“I'm happy for you. You sound... different. Good different. Like you've found your missing piece.”

I look up at Sawyer, finding him already watching me with those intense green eyes that see straight to my soul. “I am different. Good different. The best kind of different.”

After saying goodbye, I set my phone aside and take a sip of perfectly made coffee. “You know what this means, don't you?”

“That I have to face your entire family tomorrow?”

“No.” I set my mug down and straddle his lap, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “It means we have all of Christmas Day to ourselves.”

His hands settle on my hips. “And what exactly do you plan to do with me all day?”

“Well...” I unbutton the shirt of his I'm wearing, enjoying how his eyes track every movement of my fingers. “First, I thought we could exchange presents.”

He raises an eyebrow, his hands sliding up my thighs. “I didn't get you anything.”

“Oh, you got me plenty.” I roll my hips, delighting in his sharp intake of breath. “And after we've shared a few more of those gifts...” Another roll of my hips makes his fingers dig into my skin. “I thought maybe you could show me how to properly care for your orchids. Since I'll be around to help from now on.” I trail my fingers over his chest. “Think you have room in your careful plans for a social media manager turned plant enthusiast?”

His lips twitch. “I suppose I could use someone to handle the business side. Someone who sees beauty in everything and isn't afraid to share it. Someone who makes even the most stubborn blooms want to open up.”

“Is that what I did to you? Made you want to bloom?”

“You made me want to grow.” His voice has dropped an octave, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mmhmm.” The shirt falls open, and his eyes darken as they roam over my naked body.

“And what about your career with the toy company? I don’t want you giving all of that up to focus on my plants.” His hands cover my breasts, taking their weight, and I gasp.

“I won’t. I've been thinking about the logistics of that too,” I whisper against his lips before claiming them in a slow kiss that has me whimpering for more.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, handing moving lower.

“Well, Wonder Toys already loves my remote content.” His thumbs trace patterns on my hipbones that make it hard to concentrate. “They say it's more authentic when I'm actually in a home playing with the toys instead of just filming in the office.” He grinds up against me, offering the friction I so desperately need. “Oh…”

“Keep talking.”

“I…I can, um, work from here most days.” It feels almost impossible, but somehow my mouth forms words as Sawyer continues to tease my body with his skilled movements. “Go in for important meetings, and maybe even help you develop something special.” My hands go into his hair as he kisses down my neck before trailing his tongue between my breasts. “Can't you just see it? 'Mountain Magic Botanicals: Where Christmas Blooms All Year Round.’” I let out a moan as his mouth moves to claim my nipple. “We could share your passion for rare plants with the world.”

“You've got it all figured out, haven't you?” he murmurs, looking up at me while his fingers take over where his mouth left off.

“Hmmm.I'm good at what I do,” I say, trying to maintain my train of thought as his mouth gives some attention to the other side. “And what I want to do is build a life here. With you.”

“And your Christmas obsession?” His fingers glide down my ribcage and he grinds up into me again, over and over, his hard cock pressing perfectly into my seam, the ridge of his tip rubbing against my clit. “How does that fit into life on the mountain?”

“Oh, I have plans.” I arch into his touch, rocking against him. “Big plans. Starting with teaching you how to decorate a tree that’s more than books and candles.”

He growls and flips us so I'm pinned beneath him on the couch, his body pressing me into the cushions. “I'll show you big plans.”

Kissing his way down my body, he pushes my panties to the side and slides his tongue through my folds, that wicked smile on his face making me whimper.

“Oh God,” I moan, clutching at his hair as he feasts on me. “Sawyer, please…”

He lifts his head, eyes burning, my juices already coating his lips. “Please what?”

“Don't stop.”

Dipping his head, he laughs against my skin. “As if I ever could.” And then he's back at it, mouth and tongue and fingers working together as I moan and writhe against him. “You’re so fucking delicious, angel. So perfect. This pussy of yours,” he pauses while he inserts a third finger, stretching me, readying me for him, “belongs to me now, doesn’t it? Mine to do with as I please?”

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