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“Never?”

The disbelief in her voice is understandable. I’m making some seriously lofty declarations. Just like over text, I don’t answer. We’re driving down quiet roads.

I slide my hand up her leg, under the hem of her elf’s uniform, and push her stockings down.

“You look perfect,” I tell her. “You feel perfect. All night, I’ve been trying not to stare at your delicious-as-fuck legs in those stockings. If you’re looking for answers, Snowflake, I’ve got none—only one question. Do I want you? The answer’s obvious.”

She moans, touching my arm. I think she’s going to push me away. Then, her resolve wavers. She lets me slide way up her leg, pressing my hand against her underwear.

“Asher,” she moans. “Asher …”

“Tell me to stop,” I groan. “Tell me it’s wrong. Tell me everything I already know. Lie to me, Snowflake, and tell me you don’t want this.”

I press my hand against her underwear, feeling her swollen petals, her nub, her haven getting wet as I drive the Porsche with one hand and drive Holly closer to a release with my other.

She sinks back into the seats, her legs trembling, her moans filling the car with music more welcome than any carol. She closes her juicy thighs around my hand, grinding her hips. It’s wrong. I should stop.

We were having a serious conversation, and I just laid my hands on her like some savage.

Then her entrance grows even wetter. I push her underwear aside and rub my palm against her naked pussy.

“Oh, fu …fuck,” she gasps. “Asher …”

She shakes all over as she shatters. I glance at her legs, the way her flesh shimmers and shakes for me. Then she lets her handsdrop, panting, moaning breaths that make my manhood turn to steel.

“What the heck was that?” she demands.

“The result of an entire night spent staring at your legs in those elf stockings. Are you complaining?”

“It hasn’t made things simpler.”

“No, butare you complaining?”

She stares out the window again, redness covering her legs, neck, and cheeks. “No comment.”

I laugh. After a moment, she joins in.

Our laughter stops when she says, “What are we going to do?”

“I wish I knew, Snowflake.”

CHAPTER 19

HOLLY

Iwake up early, ready for my meeting with my Secret Santa in the park. Last night, on the way home, when Asher touched me?—

It wasnotwhat I was expecting. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t what I wanted. He didn’t give any hints about the meeting this morning. Either he wants to make it a surprise, or I’ve wildly misjudged who my Secret Santa is.

Me:Are we still on for this morning?I text just as I’m about to leave.

My Secret Santa:I wouldn’t miss it for the world, my sweet, unimpeachable princess.

What has gotten into him? Since we arranged to meet, he’s been acting weird.

As I drive toward the office, I think about what Brianna said about things between her son and me seeming natural. Bonding with Brianna felt just as natural, too. I seem to be destined to bond with the whole family.

At the park, I get a coffee from the bakery stall and sit on a bench near the Christmas tree, watching the couples and the dog walkers pass me by. My heart leaps whenever I see a tall guy in a stylish winter jacket. It’s not like I wouldn’t immediately recognize Asher.

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