Page 7 of HoHoHo for You

I went still.

“I have a present for you, Bridget. Are you ready?”

I nodded and turned to look at the bed where he’d thrown the present. But instead, Sam started to undress me.

Thatwas a present I could get behind, so I helped him push my underwear and yoga pants to the floor, and lifted my arms for him to pull his hoodie off me. When he leaned in to unlatch my bra, I kissed his neck and slid fingers into his hair. I was about to whisper something sexy in his ear when he pulled back to meet my eyes, shaking his head again.

“Sonaughty,” he muttered, then straightened and swept me up. I squealed as my stomach swooped, but he plonked me down in the chair in the corner… and grabbed my ankles first.

Half-thrilled, and half-shocked, I leaned forward to watch him bind my ankles to the legs of the chair. Then he pinned each of my hands down on the arm of the chair and wrapped soft bonds them.

“Well, Krampus is very thorough,” I said. “The only problem I see is that if I’m bound to the chair, how areyougoing to get involved?”

Sam looked up from my second hand where he was still tying me down, and shot me a dark, heated look.

I swallowed when he planted a hand on my thigh to push himself to his feet, but he didn’t touch me again, instead he turned away and picked up the present he’d thrown on the bed.

“Now, it’s my advice that you keep your mouth shut for a moment, because if you don’t I’m going to be forced to gag you, and neither of us wants that.”

“We don’t?” I joked, waggling my eyebrows.

His jaw flexed as he smiled. “Not that kind of gagging, Bridget. But I do like the way you think,wife.”

Something warm always bloomed in my chest when he called me that.

But before I could tell him so, he looked down at the present in his hand—it was wrapped in a beautiful, matte-black paper with a white ribbon and a slightly rumpled bow.

“The Anti-Santa says you’ve beenextremelynaughty this year, Bridget. And I have proof.”

“Oh?”

He nodded, his eyes hooded as he smiled down on me. “You’ve been lusting after other men.”

I blinked and my head snapped back. “Wait…”

He tossed the present into my lap—it landed between my thighs. It was heavier than I expected. But both my hands were tied down so I just looked at it, then back up at him.

“Sam, you don’t really think—?”

“I can see you’d find it a little difficult to open the present. So I’ll do it for you,” he said in that low growl.

His mood was strange—cute and sexy and silly… but that dark husk in his voice didn’t seem faked. I licked my lips. “Sam, this is a joke, right? You don’t really think I’ve been—”

“I can prove it,” he said, kneeling in front of me again and picking up the present, tearing that lovely wrapping off like the neanderthal that all men seemed to be, and opened the Amazon box inside… to reveal a Kindle?

3. Read the Damn Book

~ BRIDGET ~

I frowned. “What the hell?”

“You think I don’t know, Bridget?” Sam muttered. “I went to buy all the books on the shelf so you’d have them on here and… wow. Just wow. I had no idea.”

I blinked as it came home to me what he must mean. “You mean… thebookmen?” I spluttered.

“The perfect men with perfect bodies who never fart or shit or anything like that? Yes, those men, Bridget, you’ve been lusting after them.”

“What?” I laughed. “You can’t be serious?”

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