Page 13 of One Night at Christmas

“What did you do that for?”

He busied himself licking sauce from his thumb. “If you’re going to enjoy looking at me, I’m going to do the same.”

She blushed. “You saw that?”

“I assumed.”

She rolled her eyes. “Arrogant as ever. And what if I’m cold? I’ve got to suffer because you want to look at me naked?”

“Not at all. I’ll keep you warm. Scoot closer.”

She was happy for the excuse to tuck into his side. He wrapped an arm about her, and they ate their food together. The funny thing was that it worked so well. Bryson was right-handed, and she was left.

“That

looks good.” She pointed her fork at his steak.”

“Want some?”

“A tiny piece.”

He cut some and instead of letting her grab it with her fork, he raised his to her lips. She ate the bite, and he watched as if he were mesmerized. Before she could lean back, he captured her chin and kissed her lips. The tip of his tongue came out, and he licked a bit of sauce from the edge of her mouth.

“Mmm, you’re delicious.”

She bumped him. “That’s steak sauce, not me.”

“Tastes sweeter because it’s on you.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” She hopped up from the bed and hurried to her luggage. “I almost forgot.”

“What?”

She dug inside her suitcase and produced the bag she had stuffed there at the last minute. Inside was a garland wreath and several wine colored ornaments. She cleared the table and laid the wreath in the center. Then she placed a white candle she had brought along in the center. Even though it was silly, she placed the ornaments on the wreath and lit the candle.

“This is our little mini-Christmas stuff. Oh, and I have a snowman card from my cousin. I’ll set that here. See? It’s festive.”

“Looks good to me.” He nodded approval. She didn’t put much stock in Bryson’s opinion when it came to Christmas decorating because by his own admission his habit was to hire a company that came out to decorate his house. While everything looked amazing, he didn’t have the joy of doing it himself and shopping for keepsake decorations. It totally wasn’t the same.

“I would have brought more, but I didn’t want to check a bag.”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

His gaze slid to her ass, exposed as she bent over the table. She glanced down at his cock and found it swelling. Yeah, he was good for another round alright. Just seeing him got her worked up. She scurried back to the bed and ate half of her meal.

“Ready?” Bryson looked ready to jump her, but he seemed to be trying to tamp down his desire. A look of worry came into his blue eyes. “You’re not too sore, are you? Charon, I don’t have a problem with stopping right here. We don’t have to do anything else. Just hanging out is good. Singing over your candle is great fun.”

She laughed. “You’re hilarious. Oh, crud, I’ve dropped a bit of sauce on my nipple.”

“That was a fake voice if ever I heard one.”

“So you’re not interested in helping me to clean it up?” She started to rise, and he jerked her back until she fell flat on the bed. He came down on her, pinning her beneath a powerful thigh. His tongue on her nipple sent shivers throughout her entire body. “Bryson.”

“You tease me, you get punished.”

“T-this is punishment? Sign me up.”

“Mm, so good. Your nipples are huge.”

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