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Sue me it’s a very nice butt.I thought.
He held the topper up overhead. “Let’s get it on there.”
I scanned the apartment for anything tall enough for me to stand on that would reach the top of the tree. “Shit. I don’t have a ladder or step stool.”
One glance at the swivel chairs around the dining room table, and I dismissed those.
Hell, I didn’t need a broken arm or leg for Christmas.
“No need, you can climb onto my shoulders. I will hold you.” He came up in front of me.
“No. No, that’s okay. I will just get a ladder next time I’m out.”
“Nonsense.” Ryan pulled me over to the coffee table. “Get on the table. When I bend down, just climb onto my shoulders.”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s fine. Come on. Let’s go.”
I just stared at him for a moment and realized one thing.
Yup. He’s going to make me climb onto his shoulder. Fuck.
With my legs shaking a little from nerves, I climbed onto my new coffee table. Slowly, I drew in a deep breath, then made my way onto his shoulders, preying he wasn’t feeling the heat pooling between my legs.
Ryan grabbed hold of my legs, and when he felt I was secure, he grabbed the tree topper and handed it to me.
“All right?” he asked. You good up there?”
No. No, I’m not good.The words screamed inside my head.
I was sitting on his shoulders thinking how I really just want to be in another position with my legs wrapped around him.
“Yup. All good,” I murmured.
After a few minutes of leaning forward, I reach up. I almost fell back a few times. Finally, I got the damn topper on top of the tree.
“Okay,” I said. “It’s on. You can put me down.”
He swung me around, catching me in his arms.
A screech of a yelp left my lips, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.
Now, here I was, facing Ryan. His arms wrapped around the back of my thighs, and my hands looped around his neck.
He slid me down his body. My toes were the first things to hit the floor, and as he lowered me, the soles of my feet pressed down. Slowly, I unwrap my hands from his neck and slid them down the front of his chest to his stomach. As soon as he was sure I had secured my footing, he let me go and stepped back.
I gazed up and meet his golden eyes. I swore they were burning into me because I felt so hot that I could feel each sweat bead building and rolling down.
Turning away, I pretended to look for something, anything, really just so I didn’t have to look at him.
A ringing phone cut through the silence, and I turned back, realizing it was Ryan’s cell.
“It’s Conor.” He held the phone out for me to see.
Ryan swiped the phone and put it on speaker. “Conor, what’s up.”
I walked over to have a seat on the sofa so they could talk.
