Page 34 of The Bookworm Who Stole Christmas
Parker comes in behind me, hands dry—thankfully—and says, “Right, let’s get this tree up.”
“If we must,” I huff playfully, pursing my lips.
“We must.”
I stand next to the sofa, hands on my hips, asking, “What now?”
“Where do you want it?” he asks, looking around the tiny area.
“I’m going to assume ‘outside’ isn’t going to cut it?” I snark, a fake ass smile on my face.
“Cute, but no,” he says, chuckling.
I glance around. There isn’t much room to work with. The sofa and coffee table take up most of the space, and the TV in the corner can’t be moved. Well, I guess it can. I never use the thing, so I don’t even know why I bought it.
“We could move the TV into the bedroom? Put it in the wardrobe? Then we can have the tree over in that corner?” I ask, unsure as to whether it’ll work.
He looks pensive for a minute, his finger tapping against his lip, “Yeah, I think that could work. You don’t want the TV?”
I shake my head. “I don’t watch it. I always have my nose stuck in a book,” I reply, moving toward the unit to start clearing things away.
Parker begins unplugging the TV, and within half an hour, the space is cleared and the room looks so much bigger.
“Huh, maybe I should just get rid of it? I could get one ofthose big sofa chair things to read in.” My mind starts whirring with possibilities, and an excited feeling comes over me. I turn to Parker, who’s watching me with a cheesy grin on his face. “What?”
He walks over, taking my hand and tugging me to him. He brushes a hair out of my face before leaning down to place a gentle kiss against my lips. I sink into him, a feeling of safety and warmth flowing through me.
“You’re adorable, you know that?” he asks, drawing back slightly. His breath’s warm against my lips as my brain struggles to keep up.
“Just kiss me, Parker,” I pant, grabbing the back of his head and tangling my fingers in his hair.
“With pleasure,” he growls, capturing my lips in a heated kiss again.
Chapter Twenty
PARKER
This is probably the part where I should tell Maddie everything and confess that we’d been conspiring behind her back. But when she asked me to kiss her, all coherent thoughts went straight out of the window, and I got lost in her.
I thread my fingers through her hair, tilting her head a fraction to deepen the kiss. There’s something about Maddie’s soft, pillowy lips that has me wanting to kiss her forever. Nothing else compares to it. Her resounding moan as I haul her closer isn’t helping either. My dick’s rock hard from her rubbing herself against me—or is it me rubbing against her? I can’t tell.
Picking her up, I grab her ass cheeks and give them a firm squeeze. Her skin bends under my grip, and I love how it wobbles. Trailing kisses down her neck, I stumble to the bedroom, Arty under my feet.
Gently placing Maddie on the bed, I lay my body over hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, gripping me between them so tightly it feels like she doesn’t want to let me go. Capturing her lips again, I run a hand down hercollarbone to her breasts. Her back arches as I rub the palm over one.
A wet nose and purring in my ear make me stop. Slowly drawing back from Maddie, I tilt my head, finding Arty’s green eyes staring back at me.
“Arty,” Maddie exclaims, covering her eyes.
Standing up, I grab Arty and walk to the bedroom door. “Sorry, little guy, but this isnotfor your eyes.” I place him down gently and close the door. “There’ll be no cock blocking tonight.”
Prowling back to my girl, I remove my T-shirt. She sits up on her elbows, her eyes full of lust as she watches me.
“Now, where were we?” I ask, my tone low and laced with desire.
Maddie blushes but says, “You were about to ruin me in the best way possible.”
My dick leaks with pre-cum, and I have to give myself a squeeze to stop from blowing my load. Because yeah, I’m about to do that.
