Page 20 of Christmas in July

CHAPTER 11

LEILANI

“We’re not going to have dinner in town?” I ask Teddy as he drives the Lamborghini to a mystery location.

“Nope. There’s a special event tonight,” he explains.

The car rumbles beneath me, sending shivers of excitement through my body, and reminding me of what Teddy just did in our hotel room. Damn. He was so skilled that if he didn’t physically hold me up and keep me standing, I wouldn’t have been able to remain upright. He definitely blew my mind—and left me wanting more.

When he put my hand on his hard, massive dick, it sent my mind ablaze with longing as I imagined him filling me up, and my body has been craving him so badly that I can hardly think. The orgasm was great and all, but I really want tofeel him.

I fantasize about him making love to me for several minutes, closing my eyes until we arrive at our destination. Which looks to be a parking lot beside a lake, or some large body of water.

“I’m so glad we got this car,” he says with smile. “It’s super fun to drive.”

I’m not that glad. I kind of wish it was anything else—even a minivan, so I could drag him into the back seats. I clear my throat. “My uncle would say it’s impractical because it can't carry groceries or furniture."

"Well, we are not going grocery shopping since I'm required to try out the local restaurants, and we are not buying furniture since we are staying in the presidential suite. So, considering our needs, this car is completely practical."

Teddy puts on some dark sunglasses and looks over to me. "Besides, don't I look cool in the car with these on?" he asks with a grin.

"You look super stylish," I tell him with a smile, but my body is still aching for him badly. I want to climb over to the driver’s seat and rip those sunglasses off him, and rip his pants off, too. I try to conceal this insane desire, and function normally. “Maybe we should take some selfies so that all of your online fans can come along with us on this trip. Live vicariously through your adventures, because they probably can't afford this sort of thing themselves."

"That's a great idea," he tells me, leaning over to put an arm around me. "Say cheese. We’re in a Lamborghini!" He smiles and snaps a selfie of us together, then kisses me on the cheek and takes another.

The butterflies flutter again in my stomach as he navigates to the app to post the photo. Like we’re a real couple. He experiments with a few filters first, meticulously, before selecting one and adding some hashtags.

"You're really okay to post that?" I ask him. "No secret girlfriends or wives, or complicated situationships or entanglements where someone is going to get jealous about you publicly kissing my face?"

"Nope," he answers. “I wouldn’t have shoved my face between your legs if there was anyone else.” But then his finger hovers above the post button. "What about you? If I tag you, am I going to get my ass whooped by some scary male hula dancers or something? Do you have a secret harem of horny Hawaiian men I should be afraid of?"

I shake my head. "Not really. There’s no one out there who cares about me enough to even remember that I exist. Every time I’ve gotten attached, it ended up being a lie. Usually there's some horrible secret that I discover, and the men end up blocked and ghosted and hidden away in the back of my mind in dusty boxes that I never want to revisit."

"Jeez Louise, what the heck kind of men have you been dating, little lady?" Teddy asks, reaching out to squeeze my knee as soon as he puts his phone down. "It's about time you tossed out all those dusty old boxes and made some room in your mind for all the new, wonderful memories we're going to make together."

"Well, tacos were great, and so was the hotel room," I tell him. "And this car. We’re definitely making some good memories."

"We're about to make many, many more, sweet girl." He leans over and places a kiss on my nose. "Now hang onto your panties, because—oh wait, you’re not wearing any—the next stop on our Snowflake Creek tour is a Christmas boat festival!”

“What’s a Christmas boat festival?” I ask with a smile.

“I think we’re about to find out,” Teddy says with a grin. “Wait right there, I'm coming around to your side."

I try to arrange my skirt so that I can get out of the car in a dignified manner and not completely flash him, but it's quite low to the ground, and difficult to do in heels without looking ridiculous.

Score more points for the minivan.

But Teddy is kind and gentlemanly, opening my car door and offering me a hand to help me stand. "Are you ready for the high seas?" he asks me.

"That sounds like we're about to become pirates and have a swashbuckling adventure," I tell him with a giggle.

"Arr, matey," he responds, sliding his hand over my back and pinching my bottom.

I yelp lightly at this, but he grins and moves over to speak to someone at one of the docks.

I take a minute then to look at the boats, and I am impressed to see how fancy some of them are. They are all covered in Christmas lights, and they look adorable floating on the water. I can hear music playing. I guess Teddy booked us a some kind of dinner cruise?

“Come on, let’s go get situated,” he tells me when he comes back to my side and takes my hand. “You’re going to love this. We got a private chef, and a private staff for our boat rental. And a private bedroom,” he says with a wink.

I stare in amazement as we walk toward the docks. Is this really happening? Is it all some kind of a silly fantasy? This can’t be real life. Real life has minivans instead of Lamborghinis, right? Or maybe I just haven’t lived much real life.

Either way, I’m not going to ruin this with overthinking—I’m going to let myself enjoy it.

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