Page 30 of Heat Haven Holidays

“Seriously, Saul?” She rolls her eyes, clearly not pleased with my made-up name that she just made me create suddenly.

I grin at her. “Yup, my name is Saul. I’m a doctor.”

“Oh, really? What kind?” she asks, the two shots of tequila placed in front of her as she shoots them back to back. A deep part of me wants to tell her to knock it off. The other is wondering where this is going.

“A very important one,” I reply.

“So important you have today off?”

“Indeed, that important.”

“No wife or Omega sitting at home waiting for you?” she asks. I glare at her.

“No,” I reply. Her long nail trails over my hand and fiddles with the gold band on my ring finger.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure she’s not home waiting for me. Is that a problem for you?”

“No, not a problem. Well, Doctor Saul, are you going to buy me my next drink?” she asks.

I raise my hand and the bartender nods in acknowledgement as I point to our glasses. “How many shots are you looking to take tonight?” I ask her.

“Hmm, enough for the courage I need,” she says.

“Oh yeah? What do you need courage for?”

“Play your cards right and you might just find out, Doctor Saul.”

I want to roll my eyes at her, but having this time alone to be playful has me willing to do whatever she wants. “And what about you, Astoria? What is it that you do?”

“I’m an heiress,” she says confidently.

“What’s that like?”

She leans over, her one hand gripping my biceps. “Lonely,” she says, and I can’t stop myself as I grip her waist. Harder than I meant to, but she whimpers nonetheless. Her perfume hitting me straight to my dick. I can tell she wore something to lessen her scent, but she still smells fucking mouthwatering. Knowing that Cami needs more time with me is everything. That it’s not one sided. Deep down I know that, but sometimes I fear like I’m overly obsessed with my wife.

“I know that feeling,” I tell her. Not meaning to insinuate anything, just that sometimes I do feel lonely when she’s not around. Craving her beautiful smiles, her attitude, her scent, and warmth.

Her eyes look watery, and she turns as the bartender drops off our drinks. She takes two more shots and I down my whiskey in one go.

“Saul, how would you feel about not feeling lonely together?”

“Your place or mine?” I ask, giving her a knowing smile.

“What about here?” she says it so quietly I have to do a double take to make sure she’s serious.

“Ca—” She covers my mouth with her hand.

“It’s Astoria, and I want you to take me into that bathroom and fuck me so good I can’t think straight. Do you think you can do that?” she asks.

It’s been two weeks since we’ve had sex. Two fucking horrible weeks. I’ve missed her. This playful side, the side that only I get. This isn’t Deja Fox, this is Cami—well I guess at this moment her name is Astoria.

“I’m not sure how my wife would feel about that,” I tell her. She cups my hard cock, and I groan.

“I don’t think she’ll mind. Three minutes,” she says. Leaving three hundred dollars on the bar top, she walks away, her heeled boots clicking as she heads in the direction of the bathroom.

I take off my hat and rake my hair before putting it back over my head, and I wait a few heart-pounding moments before following her. I’ve begrudged most of the holiday decor this year, but as I pass the garland and twinkle lights guiding me down the hall, it’s the first time I feel the Christmas spirit.

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