Page 63 of All I Want For Christmas Is You

Damn. Look at her. With that long hair, clean and shiny from a shower, those pink lips still swollen from fastening around his cock, she was feminine, bold, and everything he’d never known he wanted. “There’s nothing here I want to feast on more than you.”

Heat filled her eyes, and her tongue swept her bottom lip. “You still thinking about boning me?” she whispered.

“How long will they serve breakfast?” he asked.

“My aunt runs the place. We can eat whenever we want.” She set her plate down on the nearest table and grabbed his hand.

Was she serious? Hell, yeah.

They hurried out of the restaurant, practically racing across the lobby, and he was laughing so hard his cheeks hurt.

Had he ever been this happy? This free?

He knew he hadn’t. His entire life, he’d been driven. To get into college, to find the prospector’s cabin, to provide for his family, to make sure his kids felt loved…

But not once had he considered his own happiness.

Until he found it in Margot Rhodes.

And he needed to fuck her right then like he’d never needed anything.

They’d just hit the staircase when he heard, “Mr. Gentry?”

Breathless, they lurched to a stop. “Yes?”

The desk manager’s elf hat drooped over her right eye, and she brushed it aside. “Your car’s waiting, sir.”

He didn’t understand. “You mean my rental?” Waiting for what?

“No. We’re taking care of that. Your ride to the airport.”

He cut a look out the front windows as if he could see the roads, the airports, and the ability to get home.

“The main roads are cleared, and your assistant was able to get you a flight out of the airstrip. She tried to get a hold of you.”

He patted his pocket, realizing he’d left his phone in his room. “Okay, thank you. I’ll uh…” He pointed up the stairs.

“No rush, sir. The driver will wait.” With a smile, she returned behind the desk.

He looked at Margot as if she could fix the problem. But of course, she couldn’t.

Their time had run out.

“You should pack,” she said quietly.

In his mind, he organized his next steps. Going into his room, shoving his toiletries into his bag, zipping up his suitcase, and walking out the door.

Leaving her.

Forever.

But that was unthinkable. “I don’t have to go right now. It’s Christmas Day. I’ll go tomorrow.”

“What does one more day get us? No matter how long you put off your flight, you’re still going home. You have a business and a family, and…and I have a business to run. I can’t take time off. I don’t get a salary and benefits, so there are no vacation days for me. Besides, your grandson’s waiting for you.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Well, Beau, I don’t want you to leave me, either.” She rallied with a forced grin. “But you have no choice. So, let’s not make this harder, okay? I don’t think I could bear it. Please, just go.”

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