Page 13 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“I should’ve asked,” I say, glancing at her. “Do you have any preferences for dinner?”

She tilts her head, thinking for a second. “Honestly? After that flight, I’m starving, so I’ll eat just about anything.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Good. Low maintenance. I like that.”

She grins, her eyes flicking over to me. “You’ll find I’m full of surprises.”

I lean back in the seat, smirking. “I’m starting to see that.”

The hotel isn’t far, and before I know it, we’re pulling up outside. I pay the driver and help Savannah out of the car, our fingers lingering when she hands me her bag.

“Let’s check-in and then grab something to eat,” I say, leading her through the hotel’s sliding doors.

The lobby is quiet, a nice break from the chaos of the airport. I walk up to the front desk, Savannah standing beside me, looking around curiously.

“Reservation for Jared Maddox,” I say to the clerk, sliding my credit card across the counter.

The woman behind the desk taps a few keys on her computer and then hands me the room key. “You’re all set, Mr. Maddox. Enjoy your stay.”

Savannah raises an eyebrow as we head toward the elevator. “You didn’t tell me you were so fancy, or else I would have demanded at least a five-course meal.”

I chuckle, pushing the button for the elevator. “Didn’t think it was important. And if I get you bread and water, you’ll still like it.”

She smirks, nudging me with her elbow. “Asshole.”

The elevator dings open, and we step inside, the doors closing behind us. The tension between us ratchets up again, and I can feel the heat rolling off her as she glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

“So,” I say, trying to keep the mood light, “what’s your last name? Or do I have to guess?”

She bites her lip, grinning. “Brooks. Savannah Brooks.”

I raise an eyebrow, impressed. “Strong name. I like it.”

We reach our floor, and I lead her down the hallway to my room. Once inside, I toss my bag onto the chair by the window and turn to her.

“So, dinner first or…?”

Savannah steps closer, her eyes dark and full of mischief. “Or what?”

I smirk, stepping toward her. “Or we skip dinner and see where the night takes us.”

She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’re bold, Jared Maddox.”

I grin, lowering my mouth to hers. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Five

Jared

My hands are on her waist, yanking her close. My lips are on hers like I’m starving. And I am.

Every kiss, every damn touch feels like it’s not enough.

She tastes like cinnamon, sweet and warm, and I can’t get enough of her. She moans into my mouth, and fuck, it’s like gasoline on a fire.

I abruptly remember her talking about Christmas for some reason. She smells like Christmas in that way that makes me remember being excited about presents, family time, and a break from school.

I vaguely realize that this is crazy to be thinking about Christmas when I’m desperate to get her clothing off.

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