Page 16 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

“Voila! That’s how you cut a tree,” Uncle JR announced and got up off the ground easily like a much younger man.

“You’d better watch that. You’ll feel all that pain in your back and knees tonight,” Aunt Frances warned him and winked at me.

We laughed and headed off to pay for our tree and have it shaken and trimmed.

“You were such a cute little boy.” Kandi gushed over yet another picture that my aunt showed her.

We had finished decorating the tree, and Kandi had asked if there were any pictures of me as a kid around. Aunt Frances had gladly rushed to get the stacks of photo albums out that she had collected through the years.

“Wasn’t he though? And he was always ready to be in front of the camera,” Uncle JR revealed.

“Well, he’s nothing like that now. In fact, he doesn’t prefer attention much at all.”

“I’ve got a business to run,” I professed gruffly.

“And you can do that and still make time to live, honey,” Kandi declared, giving me a knowing look.

“I do live.”

“Okay, fine, if you say so,” Kandi stated with a casual shrug and turned her lips down. She turned her attention back to the book, and she and Aunt Frances kept discussing the various pictures as my aunt explained what was going on in each of them.

The doorbell rang, and Uncle JR got up. “I’ll go get that. It’s probably Harold and Shirley from next door.”

“That’s right. They were supposed to be coming over for Christmas drinks this evening,” Aunt Frances stated, looking up from the photo album before she returned her attention to it.

I took the time to check out Kandi’s profile. Her face lit up whenever she smiled or found a reason to laugh. Her beautiful, plush lips looked so soft that all I wanted to do was kiss them or feel them wrapped around me. When she lifted her glass of eggnog to drink and pressed her lips against the rim of her glass, I imagined them wrapped around me.

And as the creamy concoction slid down her throat and she swallowed, I wished that it was my cum she was swallowing. Butwhat screwed with my head was the combination of her next action and question.

Kandi set the glass down, smiled at me, and then licked the milky, off-white substance from her lips. I damn near exploded in my pants. But just as quickly, my erection went down when she asked, “Where are pictures of him when he was much younger? I’ve only seen Kayn as a teenager and preteen. What about Kayn, the little boy and the baby?”

Kandi giggled, and I stood. “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and spoke to Harold and Shirley as they entered the living room, but I headed to the kitchen. Thoughts of my childhood racked my brain, removing the easy feeling that had come over me about being back home. The relaxed state that I’d been in all evening since we’d gone to chop the tree was no longer. In its place was tension. I could feel it in the firm set of my jaw, the hunched form of my shoulders, the churning of my gut, and the way I dragged spoons, bowls, and measuring cups from their cabinets and slammed them onto the counter.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kandi asked after ten minutes.

“Yeah,” I replied somewhat gruffly.

And I was. I’d busied myself doing something I used to love to do with Aunt Frances: baking cookies from scratch. It always seemed to calm me down in the past.

“What are you making?”

I held up the star-shaped cookie cutter and replied, “Cookies.”

“Oh, you want some help?”

“I mean, if that’s what you wanna do, you can join me.” I had a hard time admitting that I enjoyed her company. Lucky for me, she didn’t let those types of things stop her from doing what she wanted to do anyway.

She washed her hands and came to stand beside me. “I didn’t know you could bake from scratch and without a recipe,” she stated, looking around.

“Aunt Frances and I used to do this during the holidays.”

“Oh. Speaking of your past—Kayn!”

I tossed a handful of flour at her to divert her attention. Before she had a chance to recover or react, I grabbed some of the cookie dough that I’d prepared and tossed that at her.

“A food fight, Kayn? Really?” Her face changed from a surprised grimace to a mischievous grin.

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