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“Excuse me?” I frowned, and her eyes widened.
“Nothing. It’s not any of my business.”
“I’m an open book when it comes to you, Juniper.” She blushed and pulled her lower lip into her mouth. I was falling apart like a house of cards.
“I just meant your living room is empty. No couch, no TV, no decorations. Nothing. I was just wondering if you had plans of leaving.” There was a hint of sadness I could tell she was trying to hide.
“No.” I swallowed. “I have no plans of leaving.” My voice dropped an octave, and I watched the relief flash in her eyes. “I moved everything out and into the garage so painting would be easier,” I explained. I left out the fact I’d done it after talking to her because that would be the only way to tire myself out after she called.
“Well, that’s good.” Her shoulders relaxed and then went taut. “I just mean, umm…” She turned a brighter shade of pink, and my heart, if the fucker had a tail, it would wag with joy at the sight.
My girl was interested.
I could see it with the way she looked at me. I’d thought so before but had never been completely sure. I was ready to work hard trying to convince her to give an old grinch like me a chance, but she’d willingly walked into my life.
“I just mean this is such a beautiful house! It would be kind of sad to see someone else live in it.” I grunted at her words.
My house would soon have a new resident in it. God willing, if she agreed, we’d start working on filling it with mini versions of ourselves so the house would be filled to the brim with Christmas spirit in the next five years, hell, decade, if it was what it took.
Even if it was just the two of us until my last breath, that would be okay with me. I just wanted her. I wanted to make her happy and spoil her rotten. Not that I thought she would make that easy. But fuck me, daddy would have a great time talking her into letting me hand her the world.
“I’d have all the supplies ready by tomorrow morning. I mean, if you’re serious about the painting job. Like I mentioned on the phone, the sooner I can get this done, the better.”Especially for you, little girl.
“I could bring a couple of Christmas decorations—" she started to offer. I scowled at the thought of my sweet angel spending her hard-earned money on me.
“No,” I answered a little too brusquely. Her body visibly flinched at my response. I felt like a dick.I’ve scared her. Shit.I cleared my throat and took my hands out from my pockets. “I don’t think so,” I added a little gentler, but I doubted it’d make a difference.
“Oh.” She pressed her perfect lips together. “Okay, well… what time would you like me?” All day, every day,I wanted to answer.Soon, the monster inside me whispered. The animalistic being her angel eyes had brought to life was stretching, getting ready to claim.
“First thing tomorrow?” I suggested. “I can stop by and pick you up, if you would like? My order at the hardware store should be in by six.”
Hell, if I could have figured out a way to keep her overnight, I would have. When she licked her lips while surprise washed over her face, I had to bite away a growl. “That works for me,” she answered softly, “I still live off of—”
“I know where you live, Juniper,” I clipped once again too roughly.
“Right.” That pretty blush crept down her neck. I was dying to find out how far it went down her body.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then, Mr. Whittaker.”Mr. Whittaker.It worked for now, but hopefully, she’d be calling me something else by New Year’s.
I jerked a nod and watched her turn and walk out of my house. Everything inside of me wanted to rush toward her and drag her back inside. To say screw the couple of days I was supposed to hold off on and ask her to join me for dinner so that our forever could finally start.
But I didn’t.
Soon.
Soon, Juniper Winters would be mine, and I’d work on making my son’s ex-girlfriend my wife.
* * *
Sleep didn’t come easy.
Even after I jerked off, I couldn’t seem to drift off. Suddenly, I remembered what it felt like to be as excited as I was when I’d been younger waiting for Christmas morning and rush out to the living room to unwrap a gift.
But my gift was a green-eyed blonde angel who, despite having a million reasons she was forbidden, I wasn’t going to give up.
She was mine.
After endless turning and tossing, I had no choice but to reach for my throbbing cock and stroke myself all over again. My cock was insatiable when it came to Juniper. She filled my head, and if I breathed in deeply, I could almost catch hints of her scent in the air.
