Page 70 of His Off-Limits Christmas Gift

“Hmm…” I threaded my fingers through his thick red hair, keeping him right there.

“But not right now.” He reared up, smiling at me.

“Aww. Tease.”

He leaned down to kiss me. “We’ve slept in long enough. It’s Christmas, Rach.”

“I know.” I smiled, putting my hands behind my head as I relaxed. “No more craziness from my mother about this season.”

“What, the day comes and she just shuts off? She doesn’t get like that about all holidays?”

I watched him walk to the other side of the room, grabbing the small wrapped presents we’d brought here for each other. “No. She doesn’t. It’s just the Christmas madness.”

“Weird.” He climbed back into bed, handing me the gift he’d gotten for me. He kept the one I’d purchased for him. I grabbed it right before the Malley, Inc. holiday party. It wasn’t easy, mostly because he insisted we could only exchange silly gifts.

“Can I go first?” he asked, smiling cheekily like a boy on, well, Christmas morning.

I laughed. “Go ahead.”

He unwrapped it, finding a mug that readHottest Boss Ever. “Oh, is that so?” He pretended to drink out of it.

“Yes.”

“But I’m not just your boss…”

I smiled, flipping the covers down. “Andthisis the present you already unwrapped for being my boyfriend.”

“You got that right.” He smiled, shaking his head. Then he kissed me before tipping his chin at me. “Go on. Open it.”

I removed the wrapping paper carefully until I saw a box for a dice game. Or not? “Oh.” I raised my brows. Anaughtydice game. “I thought you said we had to get gag gifts.”

“And that is one,” he protested as I read around the package.

“I don’t know…” I pointed at one erotic suggestion. “I’d be game for that.”

“Okay, then I suppose this gift is the purposeful one.”

I frowned at him. “What do you mean,thisgift? You mean between mine and yours?”

He nodded quickly and shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Well, then let’s play.”

He cracked up, helping me open the package. The rules were kind of confusing, ironically. We both got hungry, anyway, and got up to make breakfast as we argued about what the rules meant.

“It’s a sex game. I think the rules aren’t supposed to matter,” he reasoned.

“And it’s aChristmassex game,” I said, tossing the rules paper back on the bed, where we returned after breakfast. “Which is basically a bunch of role playing with a dirty Santa.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “Tell me what you want for Christmas, sweet girl.”

I laughed, shaking my head at his silliness. “Easy. I want you.” I twisted back to kiss him, loving this first Christmas with him. No pressure. No clothes were mandatory. And we had yet to really stay out of bed.

“And you’ve got me,” he promised, kissing me hard until I turned around and straddled him.

After we made love and napped again, he woke me up.

“We’re going to be late,” he said.

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