Page 15 of Romanced By the Silver Fox

“You ready?” I stomp a few times on the doormat before unlocking the door and holding it open for her. I’m suddenly nervous. I want her to be thrilled.

The last gamble I took worked out better than I could ever have imagined. I hope this one will, too.

She drops a playful curtsey as she enters. Once she sees the room, Genie stops in her tracks.

“Oh, Grant,” she whispers. “This is wonderful.”

I have to agree. The cozy log cabin is decorated for Christmas. There’s a red and green theme this time. A fire roars merrily. And the table is set up with a bottle of bubbly chilling in an ice bucket, two glasses, and two domed platters.

“There’s one more thing,” I point out.

“What’s that?”

I point up at the ceiling. Genie looks up. A smile so sweet it hurts crosses her face when she sees the spray of a mistletoe hanging above our heads.

“Well,” she says, in the husky voice I adore. “Can’t argue with that.”

She reaches up to me for a blazing hot kiss. I respond, nibbling my way down her jawline and stripping off her winter coat. I pull her close to me and place both hands on her back. The heat of her skin is intense, even through her sweater and t-shirt. I slip a hand underneath both layers, needing skin to skin contact. She gasps.

“Too cold?”

“No, it feels good.” She pushes my own coat off my body. “I want more.”

“You can have it all,” I promise. I’ve never meant anything so much in my life.

We kiss and undress each other, discarding our clothes as we make our way to the floor in front of the fireplace. Shirts, sweaters, and pants land everywhere in our eagerness to be skin to skin.

I know I should slow down. If I were a better man, I’d worship every inch of her luscious body and take my time doing it. But I can’t wait. It’s been too long and I want her too much.

I can’t even get her all the way naked. I scoop her up, still in her black lace underwear, kissing her clit through the fabric until she falls apart in my arms. Then I bend her over the ottoman, slide her underwear to the side, and plunge into her warm, wet heat. Genie cries out as I thrust inside her again and again, faster and faster as lightning zooms up my spine. We collapse in a satisfied puddle on the floor.

“What are you thinking?” I ask her afterward, holding her in my arms. I can’t stop stroking her soft skin. I can never get enough of how good she feels.

A mischievous gleam sparkles in her eyes. “I’m wondering if you have something against beds.”

“I absolutely do not, and I am about to prove it to you.”

For the rest of the night, I do exactly that.

CHAPTER7

GENIE

“I have two words for you.”The rumble of Grant’s baritone in my ear is a quiet thrill, even in my barely awake, just turned over state.

“If they aren’t ‘here’s coffee,’” I declare, “I don’t want to hear them.”

Grant chuckles and plants a kiss on my left shoulder. Although my eyes are closed, I can feel the air shift as he waves something in front of my face. The siren song of caffeine snatches me from my slumber and demands my attention. I sit up instantly.

Somewhat more awake, I turn to Grant. He’s wearing another one of those gorgeous cabled sweaters with a pair of khakis. He hands me a tumbler. Greedily, I take it from him, inhaling half of the orange mocha in one go.

His eyes darken with lust.

“Do that again,” he urges. His voice is thick.

“Do what?”

“Take another sip of your coffee. I’m trying to memorize this moment, because it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

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