Page 40 of Holiday Hoax

“And my cum running down your thigh marking you as mine? Yes.”

“I didn’t take you for the deranged, possessive type.”

“What did you take me for?”

“Obsessive and compulsively sweet.” She lets me help her off the edge of the desk and fixes her skirt. “Which, by the way, you have to stop sending me flowers.”

“Why would I do that?” I tilt my head and lean back in my seat.

“Because it’s completely over the top.”

“Does it make you smile?”

“Yes, of course, but?—”

“Then I’m not stopping.”

“It’ll get too expensive.”

“I think my wallet can handle it.”

“I’m running out of space at home for them.”

“Good thing I have a two-story penthouse with lots of open space.”

She huffs and shakes her head, walking back around my desk and grabbing the sandwiches off the edge. “I can’t eat on thepiece of furniture you just fucked me on.” She sits down at the conference table in the corner.

“I could.” I pat the top. “Hop up here again.”

She blushes and shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

I stand and walk over to the table. There’s something about this woman that makes me feel like a horny teenager and the luckiest fucker on earth. Every moment I spend with her just makes me crave more and more of her time, her smiles, her touch. Knowing she’s mine has infused every atom of my body with joy.

“I do have one thing for you. Before you get annoyed, it’s something I got a while ago, and I’ve just not had time to give it to you.” I open the closet and pull out the shopping bag my personal shopper brought to me.

Her eyes widen as she looks at the Christian Dior logo on the side. “Ian.”

I set it beside her. “It’s just to go with the new shoes,” I say innocently. “You said you’d have to upgrade your handbag collection. I just wanted to start you off.”

“This is gorgeous.” She sets the dust bag aside, folding it neatly. “But you have to stop.”

Not gonna happen. “Gift giving is my love language.”

“I can tell.” She leans over and kisses me. “I love it. Thank you.”

CHAPTER 14

MIA

The first snowflakesof the season fall as I walk into the community center Thanksgiving morning alongside Nico and Stella. A line is already forming along the side of the building, people coming from all over the city looking for a hot meal and some company. A few of the volunteers are handing out cups of hot chocolate and coffee along with packs of hand warmers.

Nico grabs the door handle and holds it open for both Stella and I to enter. The first thing I see is the serious and grumpy Asher Bennett in what can only be described as a pouty stance. His body is covered head to toe in fuzzy brown fur with antlers extending from a hood and a halter lined with bells. Nico erupts with laughter behind me, and I find that I can’t hold mine back. Stella can’t either.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, you’ll be joining me in this ridiculous outfit soon enough.” Ash plants his hands on his hips.

“Where’s the furry convention?” Nico goads.

Ash flashes his middle finger, which only makes us laugh harder.

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