Page 36 of Mistletoe Bargain with the Billionaire

“But your sister!”

“I’ve done my duty. She won’t miss me too badly.”

“They’re going to ring the bell in the gazebo though. We can’t miss that,” she says, suddenly the wistful romantic I know she is at heart.

“Okay, we’ll go watch them ring the bell.” Then, I nip at her ear and rumble, “But first, I’m eating you out.”

Her eyes widen, comically. “Now?!” I slant a dark look her way and nod. “Oh my Christmas cookies,” she squeaks.

I have her grab her bag off the table and then tug a blushing Carol through the crowd towards where a quiet coat closet awaits us.

We are thoroughly disheveled when we return to the party just in time to head outside to the town square with the remaining guests.And, utterly satisfied.

“I need my panties back,” Carol whispers as I’m helping her into her coat.

“No, you don’t,” I growl. “I like the idea of your thighs still being wet and sticky from-”

“There you are, Nicholas. I hope you got my coat as well while you and Carol were busy fetching hers.”

I spin, not expecting Grams to be standing right behind me. She’s a stealthy old bird and she’s giving me the same look I saw many times as a boy when I’d been up to no good. God, I hope she didn’t hear what we were saying.

“Uh… I forgot, Grams. Sorry. I’ll go get it now.”

Her eyes rake us from head to toe and promptly narrow with suspicion. “Hmm.”

Yikes.

I hurry off to go fetch my grandmother’s coat, leaving a very rosy-cheeked Carol by her side.

21-Carol

“How much longer?”

“An hour.”

A slow, sexy grin spreads across his face. “Long enough.”

Long enough.

And not nearly long enough.

December 23rdhas arrived. Time for the family reunion. Ordinarily, I’d be dreading this but I’m too deliriously happy and blissed out from orgasms to dread anything.

No, that’s notallNick and I have been up to.

We’ve been spending time with my folks, his grams and my purr-baby, too. He’s continuing to mentor the Frosties and they’ve asked us to join them caroling on Christmas Eve at the town square. We’ve promised we would even with Grams’ party though Nick had said Mr. Jinglebell would make a better caroler than him.

While Nick was busy with the kids yesterday, I went last-minute Christmas shopping with Mom and decided on my gift to Nick. At Pearly’s Music Shop, there’s a little recording booth. No instruments, no backup vocals. Just my voice. I hope it doesn’t sound horrible. ‘The Mistletoe Bargain’ might not ever make the charts, it certainly isn’t worth the money he gave me earlier this month, but I want him to have it. I want him to know how much this trip has meant to me.

“I’ve been worried about you, Carol,”Mom had said when we were enjoying hot cocoa at the end of our outing.

My parents had given me a great gift when I left college. They’d given me their blessing to fly and be me as I tried my luck in the music industry. But they’d always told me I could come home anytime and would always have a place with them. I hadn’t realized it was a gift, the strength to let their only child go, whether I soared or fell, until I was a little older.

“Mom, I don’t want you to-”

“But seeing you with Nick and being so happy, I’m not worried now.”

Oof. This is going to hurt them when it ends. It’s going to hurt me even more.

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