Page 17 of The Holidate Season


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Letting out a sigh, I tried not to seem overly excited.But I was. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

She looked down at herself. “I need to get into something more presentable. Will you come upstairs for a bit and then we can come back down for breakfast together? You can dump all your stuff there, too.”

I gathered my stuff as adrenaline pumped through me. “Let’s go.”

I followed Sarah back to her room and noticed she hadn’t taken the mistletoe down.

“You kept it hanging.”

“Yeah.” She smiled as her cheeks reddened.

Before she had a chance to open the door, I pulled her toward me, taking her lips with mine. I just couldn’t wait to taste her again. Sarah moaned into my mouth as she used the key card to open the door, our lips still locked, our tongues colliding.

“Maybe we could skip breakfast,” she said into my mouth.

My heart thundered against my chest. I stopped and looked into her eyes. “I need you to clarify what you’re insinuating because I’m too damn excited right now and could very well draw the wrong assumption.”

“Do you want me, Kelly?” she whispered.

“Fuck, yes. I want you in every way.” Pulling her close, I said, “And just to be clear, by that I mean more than just a vacation fling, Sarah. I want us to continue seeing each other when we get home…if that’s what you want.”

“Itiswhat I want. Andalsoto be clear, I’m not wearing anything under this.”

I felt my dick stiffen. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m saying I want to get laid right now, if that’s what you want, too.”

My mouth curved into a huge smile as I nodded. “Sleighed.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Getting laid over Christmas time…‘sleighed’.”

She snorted. “That’s probably the corniest thing you’ve said thus far, Fugger.” She ran her hands through my hair. “It’s a good thing you’re irresistibly handsome…with special talents.”

“You have no idea.” I gestured toward my bag. “I’ve got two penis maracas in there I’ve got plans for—and a hungry tongue. It’ll officially be next year by the time you want to leave this room.” I lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around me. “Well…Merry Fugging Christmas to me!”

THE END

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