Page 9 of Mistletoe Magic

“Sorry for the mess, but welcome to pageant central,” I shrug. He walks around.

“Cute apartment, but where is your Christmas tree?”

“I don’t have one. I’ve been too busy with everything at the rink and Candy Cane Center festivities.”

“We’ll need to change that, but first things first.” He stalks toward me and kisses me. He towers over me, so my head snaps up. The concussion makes me sick, and I quickly pull away from him, running to the bathroom throwing up.

“Are you okay?” Hunter stands in the doorway.

“The quick motion made the room spin,” my hoarse voice squeaks out.

“Here I thought it was my kiss that made the room spin for you.” He laughs. “Where do you keep the washcloths?” I point to the linen closet across the hall from us. He grabs one and starts running the water, and wipes my face. He cleans me up, and I stand up slowly and brush my teeth, hoping it doesn’t start another round of throwing up. After he flushes the toilet, he helps me to the couch. He sits next to me and starts rubbing my feet.

“I can call Jack if you want to leave. Orlando is a wonderful place to vacation and explore. There are a lot of fun clubs for adults and plenty of women to take care of that.” I point to his bulge.

“First, this,” he waves his hand around his cock, “will only be taken care of by you. You created it. You fix it.” I laugh. “I’m here until after the New Year, so you can be a tour guide and help me explore.” He stares at me and my exposed stomach. I quickly move to cover it up, but he stops my hands. “What are you doing?”

“Covering up.”

“Don’t. Ever. Cover. Yourself. Up.” Hunter is now on top of me. He slides my shirt up and off me, tossing it into the kitchen somewhere. He moves my bra straps down my arms, and with one of them around his finger, he twirls it before it flies off toward the window. I lay there, enjoying the weight of this man on top of me. He kisses me again. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” I turn my head. “Don’t do that. I mean it. Your curves drive me crazy. They are so fuckin sexy that the only thoughts I have are what I want to do to you. I want to explore every inch of you multiple times. I want to get to know you inside and out.” The heat radiates through me as he speaks. If I’m going to be half-naked, so is he, so I grab to remove his shirt, and my god, this man is walking sex on a stick. I glide my fingers down his washboard abs and lick my lips.

“Well, what should we do now?” I tease.

“What I want and what we should do are two different things,” Hunter answers.

“What should we do then? Every nerve in my body heightened to your touch and wants you badly, but the concussion is telling me no.”

“Why don’t we order food, and I can help you with these props for the pageant, so tomorrow we can go shopping for a Christmas tree for you?”

“Why are you obsessed with me not having a tree? I don’t even know where I’m celebrating. After the pageant, my best friend is going out of town to her family’s cabin in Pennsylvania. Jack invited me to his house, then I have my sister’s wedding,” I scrunch my nose, “or I may stay in and sleep.”

“You could spend it with me.” Hunter holds me in his arms. He kisses my temple. “Now, I’m hungry, Ava, and you need to feed me.”

“There’s a burger place down the street we can order from.”

“Actually, you know what? I have an idea. Can I borrow your car?” I’m confused and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Sure. Are you leaving?”

“I want you to get a shower, get cleaned up, and put on your sexiest dress. I’m taking you out on a date,” Hunter says. He gets off me, and I frown. “Don’t make that face. I promise it will be a good night.”

“You’re leaving me already.” I continue to pout, and he laughs. “Fine. I’ll do it.” I stand up and walk toward the bathroom. I decide before he leaves to tease him. I unbutton my jeans and wiggle them off me, revealing my red lace underwear. He moans.

Walking into the bathroom, I bend over and turn on the hot water to run for the shower. Glancing over my shoulder, Hunter’s body stretches the full length of the doorway, his arms above his head. “Can I help you?”

“Enjoying the view. Just so know, I plan to spend the night, and come morning, I’m ravishing your body. Now get your sexy ass over here and kiss me.” I sway my hips to him. “I don’t think I want to leave now. I want to plant my ass in this doorway to watch you shower.” He grabs my ass tightly and kisses me hard. If this attack doesn’t bruise my lips, I’ll be surprised. “I better go, or I’m never leaving.”

“Make sure you bring a change of clothes. You don’t need pajamas.” I wink at him. He groans, grabbing my keys off the kitchen island.

What isthis man doing to me?

Hunter

Pullinginto the hotel parking lot, I let the valet park the car for me. Jack brought me to the hotel to check-in before going to the rink. I didn’t even have time to do anything in my room but change the setting to a cool sixty degrees in this seventy-nine-degree Florida heat. As I walk through the lobby, I notice my brothers at the bar drinking.

“What’s up, fuckers?” I say, ordering a beer.

“I thought you weren’t doing dinner with us.” Brad looks at me.

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