Page 51 of Christmas with the Baby Daddy

“It’d help if they were just… rectangular.”

I laughed, glad she was struggling like I was. “If there was one right angle on the package, that’d help.” I smirked at her, pleased that she seemed to lower her guard with a task to focus on. “What about gift bags?”

She giggled. “No. Those are too easy. I like watching him rip off the paper and be excited to see if his wishes came true.”

“Yeah? What’s he asking Santa for?” I asked, intrigued about the boy.

“Markers and a paint set.”

“He’s creative. I was coloring with him in the kids’ tent.”

She glanced up, giving me an unreadable expression. “You were?”

I nodded, giving up on the gift for a moment. It wasn’t that single shot getting to me as much as it washer. This sexy, sweet woman who called to me.

“What are you wishing for?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Like a gift from under the tree? I don’t need to open up a present.”

I approached her, too wild for the desire burning in her eyes to concentrate on anything but her.

“I know what I’d want.”

She smiled, lowering her gaze until I reached her and tipped her chin up.

“I’d want to unwrap you.” I started to, slipping my hand under the hem of her shirt. Her chest rose and fell faster as I spread my fingers over the smooth skin of her stomach. As I leaned down, she reached up and closed the distance between our mouths. She kissed me like she’d been impatient to do so all night. With that instant punch of lust barreling through me, I turned to clear the clutter off the dining room table so I could lay her back on it.

“Zach?” She sat there, confusion clear in her bright green eyes as she watched me tug on her pants.

“Show me,” I demanded in a low growl. “Help me unwrapmygift.” Tugging on her leggings and panties, I demonstrated that I wanted her naked. Now.

She breathed faster, hurrying to yank her sweater and bra off. Her hips lifted as she helped me ease her pants and panties off. It was a frantic rush, a wrestle with her garments that wasn’t made easier with us kissing and dueling with our tongues, but in the end, she was naked on the table.

“That’s more like it.” I nudged a chair over to lower and sit, gazing at her green orbs of lust as I lowered. “This is what I was wishing for.” Stroking my hands up her thighs, I pushed her legs apart. The tart scent of her cream reached my nose, and I growled as I brought my thumbs closer.

“You were wishing for… this?” she whispered. Pure need burned in her gaze as she leaned back on her left hand. With her right, she reached up to stroke her fingers through my hair, almost as though she wanted to keep my head close but was too scared to make such a move.

“Yeah. What about you?” I asked, rubbing my hands on her thighs.

“What about me?”

“Yeah. Play along, Blake. What’s your sexual fantasies?”

She licked her lips, blushing again. “This… this rates high up there.”

“You’ve fantasized about this? Orme?”

Her throat flexed as she strained to swallow. “Both.”

“What do you want? Show me.”

“For you to…”

I leaned my head out of her reach. Then I held her fingers and said, “Show me,” I repeated as a firmer order.

“I want you to…” She pointed between her legs.

I pushed her hand there, placing her fingers on her folds. “Open up for me.”

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