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I stripped her down right there in the entryway. Her sweater was first. I peeled it off her torso and tossed it on the ground before making quick work of her pants. I pulled the tail of the bow and watched them fall off her hips. She rested her hands on my shoulders and stepped out of her stilettos.

My clothes hit the floor—she didn’t waste any time shreddingmy sweater and jeans. I trailed my finger along the swells of her breasts as they strained against her lace bra.

“I want to fuck you, Hannah Jane Hayes. I have a list a mile long of all the dirty, depraved things I want to do to your perfect little body. All the ways I want to make you feel good. Since you came to New York, I haven’t thought about anything but sinking my cock into your pussy.” I rested my forehead against hers as she shuddered.

Hannah looked up at me with innocent eyes. “But?”

I softened my tone and added, “But I just want to be with you more. Everything else can wait if you’re not ready.”

She kissed me hard, fusing her lips to mine. “I don’t want to wait another minute.” Her whiskey eyes danced with anticipation and excitement. Hannah tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled in for another kiss.

25

HANNAH JANE

Iwoke up in my bed.Alone.I must not have even stirred when Isaac slipped out.

When we came home from poker night, he got me naked in the foyer, and then fucked me against the wall. Two orgasms later, we were snuggling on the couch in front of the Christmas tree, basking in the warm glow of the lights.

We talked into the wee hours of the morning about everything and nothing at all.

I told him how I usually drove to my hometown for Christmas with my parents. He talked about Christmas at resorts abroad.

Both sounded equally unpleasant.

The more time I spent with Isaac, the more I realized we had in common. We both preferred watching a tried-and-true TV show rather than taking a chance on something new. We were both homebodies, though our jobs demanded we be social. Me more so than Isaac. But knowing he didn’t hate just lounging around was comforting.

We debated which brand of bourbon made a better oldfashioned and then talked about the merits of garnishes. I preferred mine with an orange slice while he liked his with just the peel.

Being with Isaac was becoming more comfortable—something I’d never even experienced with any of the “safe” guys I dated in the past.

Online dating was like ordering a burger at a fast-food restaurant and expecting it to look as good as the picture on the menu.

Unfortunately, in the case of online dating, you don’t just get a squashed burger with unevenly distributed condiments. Instead, you get matched with Todd, the creepy high school teacher who was fired for sending emails to his male colleagues, ranking the hotness of underage female students.

The hotness scale he created varied fromshe’ll die alone, all the waytoten years in prison doesn’t sound bad if I get caught.

I hightailed it out of that date before the waiter could lead us all the way to the table. In my defense, he used a stock photo for his dating profile and had started going by his middle name.

My thoughts went back to Isaac—my non-felonious, totally fuckable boyfriend.

I must have fallen asleep with him on the couch. The next thing I remembered was being carried upstairs, cradled against his stupidly chiseled body. He tucked me into bed before sliding in beside me and spooning me back to sleep.

My phone vibrated, and I lazily pulled it off the nightstand. I needed to leave for the inn to prepare for the annual Christmas Eve bash, but I wasn’t getting out of bed until absolutely necessary.

Isaac

Morning, beautiful. Thinking about you.

Oh, fuck me six ways from Sunday—this man had my heart and he fucking knew it.

Hannah Jane

How did the meetings go?

Isaac

Unfortunately, it’s frowned upon for civilians to use supersonic fighter jets for business trips. Even me. Pity, too. It would cut down my commutes significantly.

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