Page 36 of A Game-Changing Christmas

Lance was quiet for a long second. “Jonathon … Rose.”

She arched a brow. “Octavia’s husband?”

“I wasn’t aware you were familiar with her.”

“I’m not, I mean … I wasn’t, but we met briefly last week at Rumi’s Middle Eastern Grill.” She unfolded herself from his embrace and stood to her feet. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” She tugged his fingers that were still locked with hers. Lance peeled himself off the couch then stretched his arm across her shoulder and pulled her in.

Together, they strolled to the bedroom and in the cuddliest of cocoons fell asleep one behind the other as Lance was lulled to slumber by her soft breathing.

* * *

The morning camewith a smell of fresh roasted coffee, scrambled eggs, and sautéed peppers. Lance stretched and opened his eyes to find Allison standing in front of him, a smile on her face and a tray in her hand.

“For breakfast, a spicy omelet, fresh orange juice or hot coffee, your choice. Bagels or French toast, and a side of sliced strawberries and or peaches.” She wiggled her brows as Lance pulled himself to a sit.

A handsome smile grew across his face. “You made all of this for me?”

“It’s really not that much.” Her smile was wide.

“I bet you couldn’t wait to get in the kitchen, could you?”

During Lance and Allison’s relationship, not once had he let her cook, stating he would take care of it every time. But inside, Allison had been dying to make him a meal, just to see his sexy ass mouth move while he ate her food. Thinking about it now made her pussy drench, but she forced herself to shake off her thoughts. She’d put a few things in place, and now that the snow had slowed down and was no longer sticking to the road, Allison had a full day for them planned.

“When you’re done, I’ll run you a shower, and we can get ready for the day.”

Lance smirked, knowing Allison had something up her sleeve.

“What are we doing today?”

“Oh, not too much. A cake tasting for the wedding. A wine tasting, also for the wedding. A little shopping perhaps.” She pursed her lips and smiled at him with a sultry bat of her eyes.

“Is the shopping for the wedding also?”

Her smile was closed mouth but lifted her high cheekbones. “Not exactly, but hey, we may see something for the wedding while we’re shopping.”

Lance chuckled. “Okay, let me make a few calls, and I’ll be ready in an hour or so.”

Allison’s smile faltered. “You do have the day off, don’t you?”

“I do.”

Her smile returned with emphasis. “Perfect!”

She twirled on her heels to head out the door.

“Beauty…”

Allison spun back around, and Lance reveled in the excited glow of her eyes.

“Aren’t you eating with me?”

Allison trailed back to him. “I can, I suppose.”

She sat on his lap, and Lance propped the tray table over their legs.

“Let’s give thanks,” he said.

They bowed their heads and thanked the Lord for blessing them with sustenance. After their petition, Lance slipped a warm soft kiss on Allison’s shoulder, and she shivered and turned her head to kiss his forehead. They smiled at one another and commenced to eating breakfast. It didn’t take long for them to scarf down the food. Fifteen minutes later, they were in the shower body to body, slipping and sliding over one another as Lance lifted Allison and embedded her with the length of his elongated shaft.

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