Page 84 of Playing With Temptation

“Dear Lord,” my mom mumbled while at the same time my son thought now was the time to put in his two cents.

“Christmas is my mom’s favorite holiday. The day after Thanksgiving, the Christmas music starts. December first, she decorates. Every room. Even the dishes have Santa on them. And did I mention the music?”

“You love music,” I defended.

“Yes, Mother, I love non-Christmas music. From January until the first day of summer, I have Christmas music nightmares.”

“I love Christmas music,” Juni informed me.

I didn’t know if this was true but I loved her for siding with me.

“Just for that, Juni gets another cookie.” I pushed back from my chair. “Come on, Juni Bug, let’s go stuff our faces with sugar and leave the Scrooges to their Scrooge ways.”

Before I could step away from the table, Jase grabbed my wrist. “I don’t care about Christmas music, or you decorating December first, or Santa plates, or anything else as long as it’s you playing the music and decorating our house. But I’m putting my foot down on those big, stupid blow-up things that go in the front yard.”

I’d never lived in a house as an adult, which meant I’d never had an actual yard, so I’d never had any of the big blow-up decorations. Though I’d planned on getting some this year if they weren’t too expensive.

Jase let out a harassed sigh.

I bent down and gave Jase a short, hard kiss.

“Hope you boys are ready for snowmen and reindeers in the front yard,” Jase muttered.

And with that, I took Juni’s hand and walked with her into my mother’s kitchen.

I didn’t miss my mother sniffling. Neither did I miss Janis clearing her throat.

But it was me who had tears swimming in my eyes.

Thankfully, Juni didn’t notice when they finally fell.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“Oh my God,” I breathed as my neck arched back into Jase’s pillow.

It was Saturday and Jase wasted no time, pulling me into his house as soon as I’d knocked on the door, then he’d dragged me up the stairs.

Once there, he slowed down but only minutely.

And only so he could kiss me.

From there I lost track of time.

No, there was no time—it didn’t exist.

All there was was me and Jase, our hands and mouths.

At some point, my hands on him became desperate, his ridded me of my clothes, then his came off, and before I knew it, I was on his bed, and he was kissing me some more. All over. Lips, neck, breasts, belly, and by the time his mouth went between my legs I was so primed all it had taken was a swipe of his tongue over my clit and I was ready to explode.

“Jason,” I groaned. My neck still at an unnatural angle, but I couldn’t concentrate on righting it while my thighs were shaking and his mouth was working magic.

Depraved magic.

“Not yet, Rainy,” he growled against my sensitive flesh.

His hands went to my ass, the pads of his fingers dug into my flesh, and he buried his face deeper between my legs.

I gave it my best, but I couldn’t hold off my orgasm.