Page 36 of Unexpected Christmas

I curl up into his chest as his arms go around me. I lean back and meet his eyes.

“That was better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”

He chuckles and kisses my lips softly. “Yeah, me too.”

His eyes search mine. He looks as though he wants to say something, but the serious look falls away when he smiles. “Should we decorate the trees?”

A mix of relief and regret fill me. He’s keeping it casual. Just the way it should be, though we haven’t talked about it—we’ve been too busy fucking each other’s brains out since last night to talk much.

“I should get home. Shower, put some clothes on.”

“Nah, clothes are overrated.”

I laugh. “Maybe, but I still need to shower.” When he opens his mouth, I poke him in the chest. “And don’t say I can shower here. We’ll never get to the trees.”

He tilts his head. “Is that really such a bad thing?”

I smack his chest lightly. “Yes! We’re running out of time.”

“Okay, okay. How about this? I’ll take you home. You shower, get dressed, and come back. The shop’s closed, so we’ve got all day.”

I think it over, knowing that I should probably just wait until there are more people around us. If we’re alone together again, I have no doubt that the only thing that will happen is more orgasms.

Not that I’m complaining.

But now that we’ve done the deed, I’m having a hard time keeping my head, my heart, and—let’s be real—my vagina separate.

Better to cut this off now before I get tangled up in Jake Henderson again.

The last time didn’t work so well for me and it was years before I got over him.

This time is different though. One night and I can walk away.

I open my mouth to tell him that I won’t be back today when his phone rings.

He frowns. “That’s my sister’s ring tone. I need to get that.”

I slide off his lap and into my abandoned chair, tightening the belt around my waist.

“Shit, again?” Jake rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the floor. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there soon. Did you turn off the water? Good. Alright, give me a few minutes, okay?”

He looks over at me with the phone to his ear and mouths, “Sorry.”

I shake my head and mouth back, “It’s fine.”

While he finishes the call, I head back into his bedroom to confiscate a T-shirt and some joggers I yank tight and roll up several times. He comes into the room as I’m shrugging into my trench coat.

“Lia, I’m sorry. I need to head over to Mom’s again. That fucking dishwasher has flooded the kitchen. Again. I’ve got to take her to get a new one.”

I smile. “It’s fine, Jake. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know it’s probably not what you want to do with your Sunday, but want to come with me? Then we can come back and decorate the trees.” He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around my waist. “And maybe some other things.”

His lips brush mine and my heart feels ready to burst.

I want so badly to go with him, spend the day with him, help his mom, then decorate trees and have more orgasms.

But I can’t.

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