Page 45 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

“Slow down, Aaron. You’ll choke!” I thump the boy on his back when he swallows too fast and started coughing. “Your food is not going anywhere.”

Aaron gives me a worshipful look, “Can you cook breakfast for us, everyday?”

I find myself laughing at the innocent request, wiping his face with a napkin, “Just finish your breakfast.”

“This is amazing, Abby,” Steven smiles at me, and I couldn’t help but blush.

He seems much more relaxed and I was seeing a whole different side of him. Seeing him in a more family environment, out of his suits, just made him more real, and I could see myself falling for this man.

I frown down at my pancakes.

I needed to hold back my feelings. He cares for me, but that doesn’t mean he was ready for any sort of relationship.

“What are you thinking?” I feel Steven’s foot brush against mine, and I look up, shaking my head.

“Sorry, just lost in my own thoughts. It’s nothing important.”

I ignore his strange look and turn my attention to Aaron who was staring at the glass of milk.

“Do I have to drink that?”

I put out my hand as if attempting to measure him, and then sigh, “Well, if you want to be as tall as your father, I think you have to drink at least one glass of milk a day.”

I lean back in my seat, and shrug, “But if you want to remain short, I still think you look cute and cuddly.”

Aaron makes a face, “I don’t want to be cute and cuddly. I want to be big and scary, like Dad!”

I snort at Steven being described as scary and let out a startled sound when I feel Steven’s hand smack my ass.

I glare at him, and he gives me an amiable smile, before turning his attention to his son, and suggesting, “Then finish the milk.”

Aaron gives me a pleading look and I just mouth the word ‘cute’ to him.

He lets out a heavy sigh, the way only children can do, and proceeds to gulping down the contents of the glass.

Jumping down from his seat, he runs into the other room, leaving me and his father behind, and I hiss at him, “Did you have to do that while your son was still here?”

“I am scary,” He informs me.

I roll my eyes at him, “Oh, yeah. You slapped my butt. You certainly proved your point.”

Instead of taking the bait, the edge of his lips curl in an almost smirk, “Let’s see whether you have the same attitude when I spank you in bed.”

My lower abdomen clenches in anticipation and my cheeks heat up.

“You’re incorrigible,” I mutter.

He drags me out of my chair till I am standing between his legs. His hands are huge as they encompass my whole waist.

He grins up at me, “I got you in my bed, didn’t I? I plan to keep you there.”

I try not to read too much into the statement, and let him drag me closer, musing, “So, you plan to make me into a sex addict?”

Steven tucks his tongue in his cheek, “If the shoe fits.”

There is something so charming about his playfulness that it makes me soften.

We both glance outside at the blizzard and I make a small sound of distress, “I didn’t even tell Scarlett where I went. She must be so worried.”

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