Page 23 of A Little Merry

I was getting closer to the truth of the matter now. I could feel it. “Why does it bother you so much that she dumped you on Christmas?”

“Because, to be honest,” he began. “I fucking loved Christmas. It was my absolute favorite day of the year, and she knew it. She couldn’t have picked a worse day and a worse way to dump me.”

My heart shattered for him. I’d had a feeling there was more to the story.

“And there it is. Your truth. If you keep trying to run away from something you love, then she wins, and she wins every year. Let’s make a deal to stop all that right here and right now. Let’s be grateful for what we have. That’s enough to make me happy. Is it enough for you?”

“Wow, I never thought I’d say this, but yeah. It’s more than enough. Merry Christmas, you’re a little ball of magic.”

His grin grew wider and when it did, I knew I wanted to not only kiss him, but I wanted to have sex with this man… right here and right now.

“That makes me so happy!”

“I could kiss you,” he said, looking all serious, like he was about to break down and cry.

Once again, the universe heard my desire.

“Then why don’t you?” I told him, taking his hand and leaning over the table to get closer.

“What about Ethan?”

These guys were loyal to a fault. “Yes, we had amazing sex, and yes, I want to continue to be with him, but what else did he tell you?”

“That if you wanted to… if you didn’t have a problem with it… he doesn’t have a problem with sharing… if you want to, I mean.”

“I would love to,” I told him, imagining what that might look like. Just the thought of having sex with Connor and his two best friends immediately soaked my panties.

“You would?” He sounded a bit shocked, but I could tell he loved the idea.

“Very much so,” I told him with a chuckle. “But we sound so formal. We need to lighten up.”

“Okay… let’s fucking do it. When? When would you like to have sex?”

“With all three of you or just you?”

I loved how this man’s mind worked, despite all his bah humbug.

“I want you all for myself first. We can do the other thing later. Right now, well… we’re the only two here, and two’s enough.”

This was rapidly turning into a hot afternoon, despite the chilly start.

“What about theGilmore Girls?” I wanted to remind him of our initial plan in case he’d been counting on it.

He chuckled. “Seriously?”

That was my plan and not his. I chuckled right along with him.

“When did you want to try this?”

“Now is good.”

We were moving faster than greased lightning… if that was even a thing.

“Okay… in fifteen minutes. How about we meet under the tree?” I told him, wanting to freshen up a bit before we did this. The sun was getting ready to set, and it had been a long day.

“Make it twenty, and I’ll grab another bottle of wine from my stash in my apartment.”

“Deal,” and we both took off, eager to make this thing happen.

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