Page 53 of Only for the Season
He rolls his eyes. “There is no such thing as a Christmas ghost.”
“You’re going to be scared shitless when the Ghost of Christmas Past shows up.”
He tweaks my nose. “Stop teasing me. I’m trying to be serious here.”
I motion for him to get on with it.
“What if our arrangement lasted longer than one night?”
My brow wrinkles. “More than one night?”
He brushes the hair from my forehead and frowns before pulling out a cookie crumb. “There are crumbs everywhere in my bed.”
“Don’t blame me. I’m not the one who decided to use my body as a buffet table.”
His eyes heat, and his gaze drops to my naked chest. “Worth it.”
My breath hitches at his expression. He’s the big, bad pirate, and I’m the little mermaid who’s lost her pod. I clear my throat. “I’m not cleaning your sheets.”
“Still worth it.”
I bite my bottom lip and gaze up at him from beneath my eyelashes. “Yeah, it was.”
I can’t deny it. The desire in his eyes while he feasted off my body made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. When you’re a small-town baker with more hips and ass than should be allowed, it’s a heady feeling.
“Now. About our arrangement.”
“We don’t have an arrangement.”
“Why don’t we continue this affair until I leave for California?”
I open my mouth to shout yes but common sense stops me before I do. Last night changed things for me. I no longer believe Jeremy is an asshole billionaire. In fact, he’s a man I could fall for. Without trying.
“This isn’t a good idea.”
“Why not? I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
I rub my legs together as excitement builds in my core. Knock it off, I tell my hormones but they don’t listen.
“It’s a bad idea.”
“Why?”
I can hardly tell him the truth. I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with him if we continue to have sex.
I shake my head. I’m not going to fall in love with Jeremy. He’s a billionaire. Who’s shown me he’s kind andhelpful and doesn’t take himself too seriously. Sea saints help me. I’m already falling for the man.
He palms my neck. “Come on, Parker, I’ll make it worth your while.”
And he’ll probably break my heart. I’m still recovering from the last billionaire who broke my heart. There should be a support group to help women who are addicted to falling in love with billionaires. I can’t be the only one.
“Only for the season?” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Only for the season,” he agrees. “Once New Year’s day hits, I’ll be gone from Smuggler’s Hideaway and you won’t be bothered with me again.”
Which is exactly what I’m afraid of.
“We need some ground rules.”
