Page 48 of Another Christmas from Hell

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“Now, where were we?”the small woman hanging over his shoulder murmured as Bryce headed for his apartment door only to rethink that decision and turn around and made his way to his bedroom, deciding that he would probably need the homecourt advantage for this conversation.

“You were interrogating me,” Bryce reminded her.

There was a slight pause, and then, Cayley was murmuring, “I’m really good at that,” making his lips twitch.

“I sensed that,” Bryce said as he walked into his room and carried her to his bed, where he laid her down on the other side of the bed, only to sigh when the little bed hog quickly shifted to the middle of the bed.

“I can’t promise that you’ll be the same after this,” Cayley said, reaching over and patting the spot next to her.

“That was the fear,” Bryce said dryly as he laid down on the bed, only to end up biting back a groan when Cayley took that as an invitation to crawl back on top of him and sit back on his thighs.

“Where to begin?” Cayley murmured absently to herself as she sat there, watching him curiously as he found himself once again running his hands over her thighs.

“That depends,” Bryce murmured as his gaze landed on those plump, pink lips that he’d been thinking about a lot lately.

“On?” she asked, placing her hands over his.

“On what I get when I answer a question,” Bryce said, watching Cayley as she seemed to think that over as she glanced down and watched as their hands moved over her thighs.

“I suppose we could do a reward system,” Cayley said as she shifted to get more comfortable as her gaze once again found his.

“And what would this reward system entail?” Bryce asked, raising his hands back so that he could entwine their hands as he pulled his hands back and placed them by his head on his pillow, the move causing her to lean over him so that their faces were only a few inches apart.

“What do you want?” Cayley asked as her gaze flickered to his mouth.

“Revenge,” he said, watching as her lips twitched.

“Revenge?” she repeated back.

“Absolutely,” Bryce said, nodding as he gently caressed the backs of her hands with his thumbs.

“And how are you going to accomplish that?” Cayley asked, shifting to get more comfortable, the move causing her breasts to brush against his chest and forced him to bite back a groan when her hard nipples teased him through the soft cotton material of her shirt.

Forcing himself to focus, Bryce said, “By getting you to admit that I’m your favorite James brother.”

“I see,” Cayley murmured, sounding thoughtful, “and how does that accomplish this revenge of yours?”

“Because you’re going to tell Sean,” Bryce said, unable to help but smile as he watched the humor slowly fade away from her expression.

Swallowing hard, Cayley shook her head as she said, “I-I don’t think that I can do that.”

“Then, I don’t think that I can answer your questions,” Bryce said with a sad shake of his head as he released her hands and picked her up, making sure to sigh heavily as though the move pained him, and placed her down on the bed next to him before he promptly rolled over onto his side and faced away from her.

“But my interrogation,” Cayley mumbled sadly, once again making his lips twitch even as he released a long-suffering sigh and closed his eyes.

“I don’t think you understand. Your brother’s crazy,” she said, sounding close to panicking, which was understandable considering what they both knew Sean would do if she even thought about admitting that.

Still…

“Those are my terms,” Bryce said, shifting to get more comfortable.

“But…”

“Goodnight, Cayley,” Bryce said, unable to help but smile as he waited for the small woman that he had to admit was fun to torment to make him a counteroffer that he wouldn’t be able to-

“Fine!” came the heavily sighed response that had him panicking when he felt the small woman that was going to get herself killed climb over him.

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