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Instead, I thought one thing.

God… I couldn’t wait to see what he came up with next year.

The End.

HIS BIG PACKAGE (MISTLETOE, MONTANA)

By Jenika Snow

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Copyright © December 2020 by Jenika Snow

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Blythe

I’d felt arousal for the first time in my life when I spotted him across the room.

Logan Marsh was a big, burly man, towering over everyone and everything, his size almost inhuman, his masculinity having me keenly aware I was very much female.

And he watched me… God, he watched me like there was nothing else in the world that fascinated him but me.

We’d been thrown together for the holidays, him playing Santa and me Mrs. Claus. It was a professional relationship that turned out to be anything but. And my inexperience should have had me frightened by the way he looked at me… like he imagined me naked and spread eagle just for him.

But instead of running, which would have been the smart move, I found myself wanting all of it. With him.

Logan

The world tilted under my feet the moment I saw her. This tiny little thing who was half my size but called out to every protective, possessive instinct in my body.

She was the woman I'd been waiting for, and there was no deviating from my path to claim her.

Blythe was so very female to everything in me that was male, and I wanted to memorize every inch of her body with my hands, lips, and tongue.

Whatever primal need rode me, it did it hard and without apology. I’d probably frighten Blythe with my need for her, but better she found out now what kind of man I was when it concerned something I wanted.

And I’d never wanted anything as much as her.

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Blythe

Iwas already regretting agreeing to this, but when my sister asked me for a last-minute favor, there wasn’t a no in my vocabulary, not when she rarely asked me for anything.

And as I glanced at my older sister, Wellsie, who looked like a drill instructor right in the thick of training, I couldn’t help but shake my head, a smirk on my face.

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