Page 35 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

“No,” I lied again, this time sounding breathless. Goosebumps covered my skin except the places his fingers touched, which left a trail of heat behind.

“Are you sure about that?”

I nodded, not making any effort to break free from his touch this time.

“Then why are you blushing?” He pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he waited for my answer.

“I’m not. It’s hot back here.”

“Liar.”

Shit.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about watching it, Cass. I sent it to you because I wanted you to watch it. I wanted you to see what you did to me. How hard you made me just thinking about the ways I wanted to touch you.”

Another wave of heat poured over me as the ache between my legs started to build.

“You forget how well I know you. How well I know your body.”

“I seriously doubt that. It’s been over twelve years. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not. But I would be willing to bet money right now that you’re wet for me.”

I rubbed my lips together, forcing myself not to answer.

“Are you, Cass? Are you wet for me?”

This was getting dangerously close to me crossing the line and giving in to stupid desire. I needed to stop this now before it got out of control and I did something I would end up regretting. Sean was the enemy, not some old fling I could hump because I was horny.

“Nope. Not even a little. I’m dryer than the Sahara desert.”

“Hmmm. Then I guess I have work to do.”

“I don’t think so, Satan.”

“Satan?” His lips spread across his lips in a grin as he nodded. “I’m not usually into that level of role-playing, but I could give it a try. If I’m Satan, does that mean you expect me to punish you?”

“In your dreams.” I was running out of witty comebacks—hell, I was running out of words in general. They didn’t have to be witty; they just needed to be enough to get me out of this situation. My mind knew what was best for us, but my body clearly had other ideas as it leaned into his touch, and my legs begging to spread for him.Ugh, stupid body.

“Well, actually, my dreams are pretty good. Usually they involve us doing all sorts of depraved things to each other and fucking for hours at a time—you know, to make up for lost time.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“You’re just filled with compliments today, aren’t you?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. He was enjoying this way too much. I didn’t have to reach down to see if all of this was arousing him as said arousal poked my leg through his jeans as he pressed himself closer to me.

“Trust me, compliments are the last thing I want to give you.” I shoved against his chest, pushing him off of me.

He moved easily, not fighting it at all as he stepped away and gave me space.

“You know what I think, Cass? I don’t think you hate me as much as you try to convince yourself you do. I think that you hateyourselffor still being in love with me.”

The air rushed out of me as I processed his words. I narrowed my eyes and pointed a finger, stabbing him directly in the chest.

“You’re so full of yourself,” I said, shaking my head. “I amnotstill in love with you.”

“Am I?” He moved quickly, invading my space again. “Then explain this.”

Before I could say anything, his mouth crashed down over mine in a frenzied kiss.

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