Page 117 of All I Want For Christmas

And winningthiscompetition between them would be so sweet.

Again.

Predictably she said, “You’re an asshole.”

“An asshole that knows how to make you come harder than anyone else ever has,” Theo said. Firmly. She could think he was an asshole, but she wasnotgoing to forget or blow off what had happened between them.

It had been more than sex, but while she came to terms with the subtleties of what she felt for him, he wasn’t going to let her hide from what was obvious.

She swallowed hard. “Maybe I don’t need you to come with me to North Carolina after all.”

“I’m coming.”

“You don’t know where I’m going.”

“I’ll find out.”

“You won’t be able to drive there in time.”

Low blow. Very low blow. Theo stepped forward. She stepped back. He kept going until she was backed up against the side of her car. Then he leaned in, bracing his hands on the car, caging her in.

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven’t gotten yourself off with that very same vibrator I used on you, at least three times since that night, thinking of me, remembering me,wantingme,” he said, low and firm, his mouth mere inches from hers.

It took her several seconds. He watched her fight with herself. But finally, she said, “It’s been more than three times.”

Triumphant, he leaned in and put his lips against her neck, then dragged his beard up the sensitive skin until his mouth was against her ear. “And tell me you don’t want me back between these pretty thighs. Tell me you don’t have some sweet-but-so-dirty Christmas fantasy about fucking in front of a roaring fire and a sparkly Christmas tree, or being fingered to orgasm while you drink hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, or having Christmas cookie frosting smeared on your pretty clit and then licked clean.”

She was breathing fast now, but Theo was still surprised when she reached up and grasped the front of his shirt. She turned her face to his and said against his lips, “I am buying you a one-way ticket to North Carolina, and if you don’t make every single one of those things happen, I will leave you there to get back to Louisiana on your own. And I’ll hate you forever.”

He sealed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. Hot and thoroughly, fucking her mouth with his tongue.

She met him stroke for stroke, moaning softly and arching to get closer.

When he finally lifted his head, he stared down at her for several seconds. She was so fucking beautiful. He’d never wanted someone like this.

And whatever happened in North Carolina, his heart was never going to be the same.

Finally, he simply said, “Text me the flight details.”

Then he pushed back from her car, turned, and walked away.

His phone lit up with a text from her before he even got to his cabin.

Friday, December 23nd. 9 a.m. Delta 2526 to Asheville. Ticket is booked in your name.

He smiled and texted his boss that he was going to need some time off.

Then he texted Savannah,Wear a pencil skirt and this on the plane.

Then he attached a photo of a red thong with green letters on the front that readWhen I think about you, I touch my elf.

She didn’t respond.

He hadnoidea if she’d do it. But that should accomplish re-establishing some fun, flirty vibes between them.

He was still grinning about it when he got her mailing address from Becca and overnighted the thong to her from the online store.

And the next day when he woke up and thought about it. And the twelve times he thought about it during his work day.

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