Page 63 of The Jinglebell War
I shove it down as unimportant. Leaping to my feet, I do a quick scan of my body and find no fresh injuries. I shove the door closed, pat Barry on the head with a ‘good girl,’ then grab Blue and throw her over my shoulder.
She squeaks in outrage. “What the hell, Evergreen?”
“My family will be back in less than an hour and I want every minute of alone time we can get.”
She relaxes against me. “I’m good with that, but I can walk. I can even run if you’re in that much of a hurry.”
“I’m not risking a second of naked time by putting you on your feet. You haven’t had the best luck getting around on your own today.”
She gasps. “You’re the one who shoved me into your dog.”
“I didn’t see the dog. Still not inclined to taking any chances.” I get to the top of the stairs and take the right turn down the hallway toward the guest room.
It’s taking too damn long, so I pick up my pace into a jog, Blue bouncing on my back.
“Ow. I have ribs and internal organs, Evergreen. Slow down.”
I’m already in the room, so I toss her onto the bed, grinning at the way she bounces. Her knit cap has fallen off somewhere along the way and her pink hair is spread out over the boring gray bedspread, adding the pop of color this room needs so much.
She’s trying to look annoyed, but a smile peeks out under her narrow-eyed glare.
There’s no sexy way to get out of all these layers, but I grab my phone, set it to my favorite playlist, and swivel my hips as I step back over to the bed.
She’s already lost the glare. As I move to the music and unzip my coat, she’s full-on smiling.
“Evergreen,” she says, eyes wide in mock disbelief. “Are you actually fun?”
I swing my coat around my head, giving her an exaggerated sexy pout.
She’s laughing now. Much, much better.
I keep dancing, removing layers one by one and she stops laughing when my top half is bare. “You’re actually not a terrible dancer.”
That surprises me and stops my dance. “Did you assume I would be?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” she says. “But I am surprised. Shocked even.”
“Would you like me to stop?”
“Oh, no. I’m enjoying this.”
She sits up and takes off her gloves and coat, getting comfortable for the rest of the show, I assume.
“Just preparing for the lap dance portion of the evening,” she says.
I hadn’t intended to go all the way with this strip tease, I just wanted to make her laugh, but I can’t turn down a challenge from this woman.
I grab her by the ankles and pull her down the bed until she’s sitting on the edge. I straddle her and put my all into a lap dance to end all lap dances.
She laughs for approximately two seconds before she sobers and her eyes heat.
“Am I allowed to touch the dancer?”
“Go ahead,” I say. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
She touches. Boy, does she touch. She doesn’t mess around. She runs her palm over my cock through my jeans whenever I’m close enough to reach, and you better believe I’m hard already. There’s no way I’m not going to be hard when she looks at me with so much lust in her eyes.
And her touch, even through my jeans, is enough to make me forget the show I’m putting on and kiss her.
