Page 13 of Mistletoe Magic

I turn in his arms. “It doesn’t quite close.” We both look down at my breasts sticking out of the dress shirt.

“Oh, it’s perfect, baby.” He winks at me. “Ready for a bath?” I nod. He throws me over his shoulder, making me squeal. We make love again in the bathtub. This man is wearing me out, and once he dries me off, I walk back to the bed. I climb into it, and I’m asleep before he even comes out of the bathroom.

Can life really belike this for me?

Hunter

After spending hoursinside her in multiple positions, I watch this beautiful goddess sleeping in my bed. She wore me out, and I could sleep for days, but I’d miss out on doing things to her. I climb in behind her, kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, my goddess.” I don’t know if she likes to cuddle, so I don’t know if I should. I fight with my urge to pull her close to me, instead laying my hand on her hip. She wiggles closer to me.

There is a cell phone ringing across the room, and it’s fucking annoying. “Who is calling?” I mumble.

“It’s my phone, but you need to get off me so I can see if someone is getting fired or bitched at.” I pout, making her laugh. She gets out of bed naked, walking toward the desk. Fuck! She missed the call but listened to the voicemail. “There’s an emergency at the rink, so I need to go now.” She rummages through the piles of clothes. “Damn it, all I have is my dress from last night.”

“Put on the dress and grab one of my t-shirts to throw on over it. I’ll drive you to the rink if you want me to.”

“No, I need to deal with the emergency, then go home and change. You enjoy time with your family.” She slides the dress back on but looks around the room for her underwear. “Hunter, give them back.”

“What are you talking about?” I play dumb as she lays her body on top of mine. “Girl, you will not be leaving my room if you keep this up.” Ava’s lips are very close to mine.

“Baby, if you don’t give me my underwear now, you’ll never get to my pussy up close again.” I whimper. “Now, where are they?” I point to my suitcase. “Pervert.” She laughs as she rolls off me, and I can’t help but laugh and slap her ass. “Keep doing that, and I won’t leave.” I try to do it again, but she’s off the bed before I can. I flop on my face, laughing.

“You’re being mean.” She brings me my suitcase. “You can open it. I have nothing to hide from you.”

“I don’t even go through my mother’s purse.” Opening the suitcase, I grab her underwear and a red shirt for her to wear. “Are you going to the rink later?”

“I was thinking about it. I need the cold.” She explains the schedule of practices. “I can help with those if you allow me.”

She nods.

What isthis woman doing to me?

Ava

Once I’m dressed,I kiss him goodbye. I don’t even know if my car is still at the restaurant. Funny enough, I don’t even feel like I’m doing a walk of shame, either. I run my fingers through my hair as the elevator doors open and walk out.

Looking around, there is no one I recognize. I’m thankful no one is staying here for the wedding, or I hope not at least. I need to get a dress for that, too. I can’t believe I agreed to it, but having Hunter with me will make it much better. I’ll go to the wedding, make my appearance, do a couple of family photos, then leave. The less time I have to stay with those people, the better.

My phone rings again, and it’s Maisy.

“I’m on my way to pick up my car, then I’ll be there. Give me about twenty minutes.”

“Where is your car?” Maisy is clearly dealing with people.

“I’ll explain later.”

I make it back to the restaurant to find my car still there. Making it to work in less than twenty minutes, I instantly realize the problem. Rolling my eyes, I walk over to Mrs. Riley. Her husband is one of our biggest donors for the Christmas Pageant on Ice.

“What are you wearing? You wear that to work?” Her high pitched voice grates on my nerves.

“What seems to be the problem?” I walk around to the counter so she can avoid staring at my legs. Mrs. Riley is making me feel bad about my night with Hunter.

“My husband’s name is not in the program. It’s all about Dennis King.” I want to roll my eyes at her. “I know he died and all, but my husband has taken over the donations that Mr. King did for this ice rink.”

I swallow hard because she doesn’t realize Mr. Riley doesn’t do a third of what Denny did for me or this rink.

“I understand. This is the pamphlet for the memorial service. It’s not the program for the pageant.” I look around the desk. “Here it is.” I hand it to her. Mr. Riley’s name is on almost every page. His business is on the last page, though, and a full one at that.

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