Page 32 of A Little Merry

“That you’d fall in love with these guys I sent you… you did ask for three, you know, whether you meant to or not. And they would fall in love with you. Ethan is already there, and Connoris so close, my fingers and toes are tingling. But you completely lost Lucas, and I don’t know if we can get him back.”

I swallowed my very last bite of delicious veggie eggs and washed them down with my fabulous coffee. Then I said, “So, let me get this straight. Somehow, I wished for three guys, which you delivered to me,in the most delightful way.”

“Mary Poppins… A Spoonful of Sugar.”

“I love when folks know what I’m quoting from… anyway, where was I?”

“I delivered the guys, and…”

“And they all have to fall in love with me, and vice versa. And when they do, you become human. Is that right?”

I repeated all this information so I could better understand it. This whole thing seemed unreal, yet here we were.

“That about sums it up, yes.”

“What’s left? You just said thataboutsums it up, which leads me to believe there’s a detail you left out.”

“Minor detail but getting more urgent. True love must happen by Christmas Eve.”

“That’s in less than eight days!”

“Not much time, is there?”

“Not much when it comes to true love.”

“Then we better get moving,” she said, sounding optimistic.

“First order of business… did Billy Ray sign the paperwork agreeing to the annulment?”

I moved the tray over, as we both jumped up, ready to get this ball rolling again, when we turned to each other and said, “Billy Ray!”

I sat back down on the bed. “Yeah, Billy Ray. Even if he did sign on the dotted line, he’s still a problem.”

“You just leave him to me, sweetheart. I’ve got my own plans for him. You worry about Connor and ornery Lucas. Now, let’s see what state that paperwork is in.”

We hurried out to the kitchen where I’d left the envelope with my name on it.

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Yes, Billy Ray had already signed the annulment paperwork, which he admitted to, but never filed.

After a few conversations with him and replacing the envelope in his duffel bag, he handed it over to me, and I filed the paperwork.

Afterwards, I helped Ethan sell what was left of his paintings, which thrilled me to no end, then he and I took down his booth, with some help from Connor.

Ethan still loved me, and we had sex that night… hours of sex, with more paint, and this time, we stood while the other person took their time painting our bodies.

“I love painting you,” Ethan said, as he spread blue and yellow paint over my breasts, tugging on each nipple, then rolling them between his fingers.

We were both naked.

So freaking hot, I wanted to melt. “How long am I supposed to stand here?”

“Until I’m done painting you, which could take hours,” he teased. “Especially when I get around to painting your ass.” He slipped his hands around, grabbed each cheek, and pulled me in tight. His hard cock pressed against my stomach.

“You have a way with paint that I can’t resist,” I told him.

“That’s good to know because I intend to take my time.”

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