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Veronica is standing in the middle of my bedroom, her heels kicked off next to her on the carpet. She pivots as the lock clicks into place under my fingertips.
“You did all of this for me?” She waves a hand around at the four-poster bed sprinkled with red rose petals and the dozens of votive candles set on every surface I could find. They’re not lit, but I had to improvise, and I’m not about to press pause on this freight train now to find the matches.
“This?” I say, stepping up to her and brushing my thumb down her cheek. “Is nothing compared to what I want to do for you every day for the rest of my life.”
A flutter of emotions trip across her face, but the final one, a serene, peaceful smile, sets my pounding heart at ease. “Garrett,” she says, “I have something for you, and it might be silly, but—”
“I want it.” Desperately. Whatever it is.
“I knew you were going to say that.” She raises her hand and opens it to reveal a sprig of mistletoe just like the one hanging in the hallway outside, but different.
I lift it, letting the green felt petals and tiny white felt balls hang from my finger by the red ribbon. “It’s mistletoe.” My brow furrows as I try to make sense of this gift.
“I know it’s not real,” she says, lifting a shoulder as if she feels the need to apologize. “But this way, it will last…forever. And I can get a kiss whenever I want.”
Is she serious? Does this mean what I think it does? What I hope it does? I test the water, pinning her with my gaze. “Forever is a long time.”
She presses up on her bare toes and circles my neck with her arms. Her forehead meets mine, and she holds my gaze as if to ensure there could be no doubt. “It might not be long enough.”
It’s not. Not even close. My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. I thought I wanted Veronica Charles before, knew she was the one for me the instant we met, but confirmation she feels the same, that she’s not just someone I’ve hired—that she’s mine? There’s no comparison. Love, pure and simple, fills my heart.
I lift her off her feet and kiss her soundly. She melts against me and slides down my chest as I deepen the kiss. Her toes touch down as I taste her, thoroughly exploring every inch of her mouth.
My hands skim down her sides, and her back arches, her breasts thrusting against my chest. My cock throbs. I tear my mouth away from hers to kiss my way over to her ear and down her long, slender neck.
Her breaths are choppy gasps as she reaches for my belt, fiddling with the buckle. “You’re still dressed.”
I clasp her hands in mine. “And you, my dear, aren’t ceding control. Let go, Veronica. Trust me to give you exactly what you want, what you need.”
“Okay,” she whispers after a long beat, her hands dropping to her sides.
I capture her lips once more in a kiss that leaves us both breathless. I drag myself away and drop to my knees, sliding the hem of her dress slowly up her thighs, and don’t stop until her panties, black and lacy, inch into view.
But rather than give her what she wants, I start on the inside of her thigh, so soft and smooth against my lips. I lick and suck my way over to her core and inhale her unique scent, burning it in my mind as my forehead rests against her belly.
“Garrett,” she pleads, widening her stance and holding my head in place.
“Patience, my dear.” Screw the fact that guests are surely wondering what the two of us are up to. They’re smart enough to figure it out…and leave us alone. Especially Tierney.
I run a finger just under the edge of fabric, starting at her hip bone and heading south, swiping easily through her slick folds.
“Ah,” she cries out when I keep going, my finger slipping along between her ass cheeks under her thong. My tongue dances over her slit through the lace as her fingers weave through my hair, nails scraping my scalp. It feels so good, so right.
“Veronica,” I say, leaning back on my heels and drawing her thong down until it slides to the floor. “Lie down on the bed.”
She opens her mouth as if to protest but catches sight of my look and snaps it shut. She follows my directions, her eyes dark when I stalk toward her, slip my jacket off, and toss it aside.
I couldn’t care less about what the guests think, but Veronica is a business owner, and as much as I don’t like it, the reception is still part of her job. I bend over her and pin her with a hand on either side of her arms. “As much as I want to make love to you right now, I’m going to settle for the taste of you I’ve been craving. There’ll be time later, after the party—all the time in the world—for me to explore every inch of your body.” To memorize every spot that makes her fingers twist in the sheets, every move that makes her toes curl. I can’t wait.
She lifts a hand, rubbing my cock through my slacks. My head drops and I close my eyes, succumbing to the sensation and allowing myself to enjoy her touch for just a minute. I can’t help it. It’s been so long.
“You probably taste better than that peppermint mousse,” she murmurs, adding a second hand to stroke my length and surfacing the image of her red lips sucking her finger only minutes ago.
I summon every ounce of effort I can muster and pull away, my breath coming in ragged gasps. What the hell happened to me being in control?
“Spread your legs.” The words come out harsher than I intended, but she flashes a wicked smile as she follows my command.
“Yes, sir,” she drawls, and damn it, the minx knows she has me wrapped around her little finger. It’s obvious I’m on the brink and she’s really the one in control. And the worst part…or maybe the best, is that she loves it.
