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“Is your offer still open?”
I really can’t think this early. I’m racking my brain trying to figure out I offered him. As stupid as I go around him, I might have offered to wash his body… with my tongue.
“Um…”
“If it’s not, that’s totally fine, it’s just I could really use Christmas Joy’s help,” he says, looking like a sad little puppy who lost his favorite chew toy.
Those eyes… those damn eyes of his.
“What offer?” I ask, drowning in deep pools of caramel.
“To help me decorate?” he asks and my heart speeds up.
“You want to decorate your house?” I question, shock coloring my voice.
“Well, everyone else is, I thought maybe I should.”
“For Christmas?” I add, like a fool.
“Is there another holiday I don’t know about?”
“Um… No. No, that’s the only one.”
God. I’m such a dummy.
“Then, yes. Definitely for Christmas.”
“I want to help!” I practically shout.
“I was hoping.” He laughs and he must think I’m a loon after all of this, but instead of making me feel worse, he gives this smile that reaches those caramel eyes of his and I feel like a big melted pool of goo.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, and for the first time in a long time, Christmas is not what I’m thinking about.
“I was hoping you could go shopping with me and help pick out my decorations and…”
“And a tree?”
“A tree?” he asks, clearly surprised.
“You have to have a Christmas tree!”
“I do?”
“A big one! You have those amazing windows in the front of your house. A big tree would look awesome there.
“It would?” he asks, and I think I’ve shell-shocked him.
“Definitely. If you give me a bit to get ready, we can go to town today,” I tell him, suddenly very excited.
“That sounds good,” he says, but his voice sounds more reserved than earlier. For some reason I think he might be hesitant on getting a tree. Surely that can’t be it? Maybe he just doesn’t want a big one? Some people like small trees or even porcelain ones. The thought that Eb might be like that makes me sad. Hopefully, I can steer him the right way with a little work.
“I’ll get ready and come to your house in about an hour. Is that okay?”
“That sounds great,” he whispers, and he brings his finger up to touch along the side of my face.
It’s by sheer willpower alone that I bite into my lip and don’t move my mouth to suck his finger.
Sheer-freaking-willpower.
This may be a long day.
Chapter 6
Eb
Shit, Joy has some fucking amazing tits. I couldn’t see them yesterday, but today they are up close and personal. She’s wearing jeans and another sweater today, this one gray, but it has a V-neck and every time she moves it dips into the valley of these perfect C-cup tits. They make me want to bury my head in them like a kid diving for apples. That view alone is enough to make this entire shopping torture worth it.
And then there are moments like this…
“Joy? What do you think about this?” I ask, leaning over to look at the most horribly, obscene tree I can find. It’s only about a foot tall, made entirely of pink foil and clearly hidden at the bottom of a shelf on purpose.
For some unknown reason, Joy has made it her life’s mission to help me find a Christmas tree. I don’t want a tree. When I decided to seduce little Miss Christmas Joy out of her Christmas cookies—so to speak—I felt it was a big enough concession to have shit littering my lawn. There was no way I wanted the decorating to infiltrate my house. I was going to tell her hell no. Then, the strangest thing happened.
I enjoyed my time with her. It was fun watching her get so hyped up about the decorations and I’m finding myself having fun. What’s even better, are times like this.
Joy moves in front of me and leans over to look at the sad little fake tree.
First my gaze goes to her tits, because if I angle my head just right, I can see her tits in that pale pink silk bra she’s wearing. It’s a damn good view and I love the way her tits are doing their best to get out of the bra. Overfilling the cups is a real thing and definitely a great problem for Joy to have. Still, even that isn’t as great as what comes next.
My gaze slowly travels down her back to her ass. She’s leaning over to look at the shelf. And she’s in the perfect position for me to fuck her doggy style. Those jeans are stretched across that juicy ass and it’s enough to make a man beg. I can’t tear my eyes away. To be honest, her ass is just that good.
