Page 22 of HoHoHo for You

I stared at him, speechless for a few seconds, then threw myself at him, peppering him with kisses, curling my legs around him, and gasping my thanks.

I almost cried while he held me, but I was so done feeling sad and scared. There was something a little uneasy in Sam’s eyes as he showed me everything, but I wasecstatic.There were boxes of groceries on the counter including some very nice wine. The fridge had already been stocked and the bed, while probably a little small for Sam’s stature, was comfortable and didn’t creak.

Not that it would matter if it did, since we wereutterlyalone out here.

I had so much fun discovering everything, praising Sam over and over again for how thoughtful he’d been.

It took almost an hour to unpack and put things away, figure out where everything was, and get over my giddiness, but as I finished putting our clothes in the one large dresser in the bedroom area, Sam spoke up from behind me.

“Hungry, Bridget?” he growled.

Thrilled, I turned to find him standing behind me, shirtless—which was devastating—and wearing those black velvet, fur-lined pants.

I raised my brows as my stomach clenched at the sight of him. “Don’t those make you sweat?” I snorted.

“You make me sweat,” Sam said in that low voice he had that curled up my spine every time he used it.

But as I started towards him to grab him and fuck him silly, he drew a present from behind his back and I stopped.

The box was roughly shoebox size, and wrapped as the others had been, though it all looked a little worse for wear after being packed and trudged across the country.

I looked at it, then back up at him with a question in my eyes.

“This is your reward for hiding candy from me,” he purred.

I snorted. “I only do that because if I leave it out you eateverythingin one sitting.”

He gave a low, approving rumble. “And I plan to keep doing that,” he said with a suggestive grin as he handed me the box.

Assuming it would be snacks—maybe he’d bought some of those gummy dicks or something for a laugh?—I took the box and tore off the wrapping.

I was confused at first when I opened the lid to find several sealed jars and paintbrushes.

I looked up at Sam, who fought a smile. Standing over me, he pulled one of the jars out and opened it, his muscles bulging for a moment before the twist-lid gave.

“God, I’m never going to open another jar in my life,” I breathed.

Sam chuckled and handed me the jar. I frowned at it, then at him.

He sighed, but picked one of the paintbrushes out of the box and dipped it in the near-black paint inside.

“Open your mouth,” he said in that deep rumble.

My heart puttered, but I did as he asked, sticking out my tongue, and almost fist pumping when he painted my tongue with the brush, and all I could taste was sweet chocolate sauce.

“You’re definitely going to need a bath when I’m done with you,” he rasped.

I’m pretty sure my clothes fell off of their own accord.

8. Paint Me in Love

SOUNDTRACK:Whisperby Able Heart.

~ SAM ~

There was a sturdy table in the space between the kitchen and the door. I took the box from her and with a muttered instruction to undress, took it over to the table. I’d brought cleaning wipes and made certain the polished top of the table was clean, then opened the six jars and lined up the paintbrushes alongside them.

Bridget was at my back before I was done, plastering herself against me and stroking my stomach and thighs, which immediately made me hard. Unwilling to be diverted from my plan, because I’d been looking forward to it for a week, as soon as I had everything clean and laid out, I turned and picked her up, planting her on the tabletop in front of me, and leaning over her so she couldn’t slip off.

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