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He follows me over the edge shortly after, a long groan falling from his mouth as his forehead brushes against my own. He keeps thrusting long after I feel him release inside me, a few spurts of come follow, and then he stops. He doesn’t pull out, just stands there, his arms wrapped around me.
Our breathing is erratic from our lovemaking, and I kind of want to do it again. He kisses my nose. “God, Willow. You feel amazing. I want to do that again. Well, many more times to be exact, but right now, I’m going to need to take a small time out.” His mouth curves into the cutest smile, showing off his dimples. “Next time, though, I want to bend you over the counter and do you from behind so I can watch your sexy ass jiggle each time your tight pussy swallows my cock.”
This man and his overly dirty mouth. Right now, I don’t even care about the fact he doesn’t like Christmas or he’s kind of scroogey. My life is rainbows and unicorns after a good dicking.
“Uh huh…” I agree with him because I want it too. I’m praying to the snow gods right now that they’ll keep us in this blizzard for a few more days. I need more of him.
* * *
Our dough isready to go thirty minutes later. “Okay, so we need to roll these into balls and roll them through sugar.”
“You can roll my balls any time you want, baby.” He winks and I giggle.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” My eyes trace over his chiseled pecs. He never put a shirt back on and is helping me roll cookie dough in his, surprisingly enough, mistletoe boxers. Scrooge, my ass. Somewhere inside is a Christmas lover, he just hasn’t realized his potential yet. I smile to myself, not willing to give his secret a voice.
He helps me put them on the parchment paper, following the two inch pattern I’ve started. Opening the oven, I toss them in for ten minutes. The timer dings and we pull them out. “Okie dokey, last step. Push one chocolate kiss into the center of each cookie.”
“I got this.” He winks at me.
“You know, you’re a pretty good little cookie making helper?”
“Do I get Christmas spirit cookie points?”
“You sure do. Whatever will you use them on?”
“Christmas kisses under the mistletoe, and other naughty things.”
“Blaming the mistletoe for wanting to kiss me and do other naughty things?”
“Well, nothing says love like a little bit of mistletoe hanging awkwardly in the last place you expect it.”
“Love?”
“You never know. Christmas brings with it a lot of possibilities.” His eyes hint at mischief as he winks, and my heart does a double beat.
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Willow has takenme by surprise. I knew she was different from other girls I’ve been with, but she’s got this charisma that I can’t help but be drawn to. Every year since my parents started leaving Tessa and I to ship off to Aspen, I’ve hated the very idea of it. I’ve avoided all the typical things you do over the holidays. So, I’ve spent my holidays buckling down, taking on extra work, and carefully avoiding every Christmas related event.
Willow makes me want to embrace it again. To give Christmas a second chance to make me happy. To charm me. My eyes find her as she dances her way from dropping the cookies off in the oven back to the fridge to put things away. Each sway of her hips along with the music twists the corners of my lips up. She’s smart, gorgeous, obviously good at her job, and she makes me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met.
She also has a really nice ass. I wouldn’t give her back her clothes after our little rendezvous, so she was forced into wearing panties and an apron. Yep, like I suspected, it’s also Christmasy.
I take a walk over to the front window and look out. The snow is still beating down on us. The tires on my SUV are almost covered and it doesn’t appear to be letting up any time soon. Looking up, I see icicles dangling down from the rooftop. Snow has kissed the tops of each bush in the front yard, and has made a mound on top of her red and white checkered mailbox. I don’t even realize she’s crept up behind me until I feel her breath against me. “Isn’t it just beautiful?”
“It is, as long as I don’t have to drive in it.” I murmur.
“Snow means all new beginnings. Happiness. A clean slate. It’s why I always wish for a white Christmas. One last good hurrah before the end of the year, and then a hope going into the next that things will be better than the year before it.”
I can’t stop looking at her in amazement.
“What?” she says.
“It’s just… the way you look at this town, at Christmas. You see the best of it. It’s a nice change.”
“Well, Christmas has been around for a lot of years. What’s not to love about it? Speaking of… I’d say it’s time for some movies for extra cheer. I’ll make us drinks. What would you like?”
“I’ll take some black coffee.”
