Page 44 of Fake It for Christmas

“So start teaching me,” I said.

“Right. Yes,” he said. “Lube and condom on the bedside table. Slick up your fingers, put them in me—I mean, fuck, for all I care you can just slick up your cock and shove it in me as soon as you want, because I’m pretty sure I could take you right now like this. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“You are cute when you’re desperate,” I said. “But I’ll warm you up a little.”

I snapped open the lube and got my fingers slicked. Shane was already reaching up to grip some of his sheet in one hand, anticipating my touch. I wanted to draw it out, but I was just as impatient as he was, to be honest.

I tried two fingers, pushing past the tight ring of his hole. He gripped the sheets harder, but he seemed to like this at the same time, because he actually shovedbackagainst my fingers, making them go deeper right away.

“God, that is good,” he said, his voice breathy.

“You’re wild,” I said. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“I told you, I’m good at taking dick,” he said. “I can handle it.”

Fuck.

He was trying to drive me crazy. It was working so well.

I let out a low growl, enjoying the tight squeeze of him around my fingers. He craned his head backward, looking back at me for a moment with a smolder in his eyes.

“You’re giving me a look,” I said.

He bit his lower lip. “I have something I need to admit to you.”

I slowly pushed my fingers in a bit deeper. I could watch the look on his face now, and I loved seeing the small changes in his expression as he took more and more.

“Tell me,” I murmured.

He pulled in a slow breath, the slightly mischievous look returning to his face again. “You know how I had the Christmas boxer briefs?”

“Oh no. What are you about to say?”

“I may or may not also have a Christmas… toy.”

I couldn’t stop a smile from spreading over my face. Shane had the ability to make me laugh even when I was literally deep inside him.

“Something about the way you’re saying that makes me think you might have even more than one Christmas toy.”

Now he was smiling, too. “Guilty,” he said. “Third drawer down.”

I slid my fingers out of him and leaned over, immediately looking in the drawer. “Oh my God.”

He hadn’t been kidding. There was a dildo in the drawer that not only was Christmas-themed—it was a full-on candy cane, with red and green stripes all the way down the plastic. He also had various other toys, some of which I didn’t even recognize, and all at once I found myself overwhelmed and so intrigued I barely knew what to do with myself.

When I looked back at him, he had this sheepish smile on his face, which was flushed with pink. His hair was a little messed up, and the look in his eyes was pure gold.

God.

Oh, God.

I’m fucking falling for him.

It hit me all at once, like it had a while back when I realized that I really did have a crush on him.

But this was a little different. I’d gotten used to the idea of having a crush, but now my heart was beating like a drum somewhere behind my chest, and I had nowhere to direct this strange mixture of awe and nervousness and completejoywhen looking at Shane.

Open a drawer, see a candy cane toy, fall for a guy?

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