Page 16 of Christmas Cheer

As irritated as I am with how good he is at getting his way with me, the ease he shows in the kitchen as he gathers ingredients is enough to make my core tingly. He’s just about the hottest thing ever in low-slung sweats and a snug muscle tank while he’s wielding his fancy chef’s knife. Also, he’s using so little pre-made ingredients that I don’t even notice until he’s plating it that he’s made Kung Pao chicken, Sichuan shrimp, and a seriously respectable fried rice.

“Holy crap,” I whisper as he lays the serving plates out.

“I didn’t have any wraps to make spring rolls,” he says meekly, as though this has brought shame upon him.

It’s every bit as delicious as it looks. It’s getting harder for me to believe that this isn’t Evan’s authentic self, but for all I know, he’s honed these three dishes down to a science to impress women, banking on the fact that college students love Chinese food and even the pickiest will tear up a fried rice. He probably doesn’t even know how to make spring rolls.

Ugggh, I bet he does.

I bet they’re delicious.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks as he casually snags a shrimp from the serving dish, having already polished off a plate twice the size of the one I’m still working through.

“Nothing,” I grumble. No way I’m wondering what his spring rolls are like. Absolutely not a chance I’m going to spin his dessert line from earlier today back on him with some gross joke usingspring rollas a euphemism for his penis.

Not when that’s a dang eggplant he’s got.

“You’re blushing.”

“Am not.”

“It’s okay, my thoughts would also make you blush. Hurry up and eat. I’ve got some ideas for the evening.”

Oh, boy.

I insist on washing dishes before he makes any of thoseideashappen. Above the sink, there’s a window overlooking a winter wonderland outside. The street lights are diffused by snow but illuminating the snowman-adorned yards, the angels I saw just an hour ago are already filling in with the evening flurry, the drifts that melted in the sunlight are building up to the windows again.

Suddenly, a cold draft nips my backside as Evan yanks my pants down.

“Evan!” I shriek as he grabs my hips and walks my naked ass several steps from the sink. “What are you doing?” The kitchen is compact enough there’s only a couple inches between my butt and the island.

He rubs his hand over both my ass cheeks before lifting his hand and spanking me. “That’s for rejecting me freshman year of high school.”

I scowl at him and attempt to shimmy away, but he spins around, giving me his back as he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me in place, which leaves his other hand open and at a good angle to spank me again. “That’s for rejecting me sophomore year of high school.”

“I told you it wasn’t personal!”

The next spank is harder. “That’s for dating Kyle Campbell and then still rejecting me junior year.”

“Oh my God, Kyle turned out to be a big jerk, so that wasn’t even—”

His next spank, just as firm, shuts me up. “That’s for giving Troy Berrera your virginity after prom junior year and then still rejecting me senior year.”

The words sting more than the spank does. “He told you?”

Evan has the audacity to be angry about that, like somehow he was the one wronged. “Hebraggedabout it. He was always jealous of me, took everything of mine that he possibly could. Did you know that?”

I didn’t know it then, but I figured it out eventually. I just didn’t realize I was part of that. Ironically, I started dating him because he disliked Evan so much and we had that one common ground, but then it became this weird, petty obsession.

Evan jabs two fingers inside me, but I’ve spent so much of the day already aroused and wanting more that, even though I never would have said spanking’s my thing, I’m wet for him. My pussy is dying for that touch, and I can’t hide the full-body response I have to it.

“This should have been mine then,” Evan growls as he digs deep and spreads his fingers wide, stretching my rim when he nearly pulls them out, then thrusts back in.

“Fuck me,” I gasp, clutching the lip of the sink.

“I should have been the only one fucking you!” He pulls his fingers out, so I’m already whimpering before the next spank. “That’s for not telling me that you were coming with me to Wilm State and still refusing me freshman year here.”

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” My voice is ragged, needy. “Why’d you come here? Why didn’t you go somewhere better? You could have gone anywhere you wanted!”

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