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“Because I’m a coward when it comes to the clothing store stuff.”
“You’re not a coward. You’re practical. I think that’s allowed, babe.”
Amanda bit her lip and glanced up. Wren checked out the creamy expanse of her exposed throat. She longed to kiss it.
“Starting with an online storefront is a smart idea. I could sell on a site like Etsy or eBay, but having my own spot, even if it’s digital, sounds nice.”
“That’s an inspired idea. Lots of good things come from the internet.”
“Like us.”
Wren nodded. She rubbed her thumb over Amanda’s knuckles.
Amanda took in a hitching breath and pointed at the arch above them. “Mistletoe.”
“What?” Sure enough, they were under a ball of it. “Do you think it holds its power after Christmas?”
“It lasts through December, at the very least,” Amanda said primly.
Wren laughed. “Is that why you stopped here?”
“Yeah.” Amanda smiled, and it was slightly crooked. “May I?”
“I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
Amanda kissed her. She held Wren’s face between her chilly hands and whispered her lips over Wren’s. Their breath mingled, billowing in clouds around their heads. It was a sweet kiss. A kiss that didn’t scream sex but made Wren’s body tremble all the same. Amanda swept her tongue into Wren’s mouth, taking control, using her height and hands to tip Wren’s head back.
She tasted like cherry pop and temptation, and Wren would have happily stood in the cold all night if it meant she was the center of Amanda’s world. If it meant she would get to experience Amanda’s hot mouth, and smell her amber-and-cinnamon scent, and feel her strong hands and soft body.
Amanda pulled back, and Wren chased her mouth, keeping her eyes closed. Amanda didn’t leave her hanging, thank God. She rubbed a thumb over Wren’s bottom lip and trailed her mouth to Wren’s jaw.
“Thank you for this getaway. It’s already been my best New Year’s Eve, and the day is only an hour old,” Amanda whispered into Wren’s ear, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine.
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re the most fun. You’re amazing.” With that, Amanda gave Wren another peck and dragged her toward their cabin.
Fun. There was that word again. Wren liked that Amanda thought she was fun. She wanted to be fun, but she worried it was also an easy reason to write her off. That was the last thing Wren could stand—being dismissed by Amanda Ellis.
It was better to remember that, to hold herself apart. This was a fling, nothing more. A fling Amanda obviously needed.
They tumbled inside their cottage, the adorable Chalet, and Amanda pressed her into the door of the conference room.
“Old year’s resolution: I want to fuck on the junior executive table,” Amanda said softly, almost shyly.
“Holy shit.” Wren laughed. “Okay, I amsoin. Do you trust me?”
Amanda grinned. “Of course.”
“Do you trust me to use a toy on you? They’re all sterilized except for the ones we’ve already used together, which I won’t use on you.”
“Yeah. I don’t have a lot of experience with them.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” Wren’s smile was sharp and anything but gentle. “Go in there and wait for me. Be a good girl and take your clothes off. Leave your underwear.”
Amanda shuddered at being called agood girl. There was a lot more where that came from.
Wren rushed upstairs and gathered supplies. She was about to return to Amanda when an idea hit her. Wren didn’t wear her fancy shit that often, but she’d brought a few extra lingerie options for the New Year’s Eve party. It always made an event feel special if she was wearing something cool underneath her clothes.
