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As promised, we were all waiting when my parents got home this afternoon to kick off our annual holiday movie marathon. My mom made her famous chili and another batch of hot chocolate while we made our way through Elf, Polar Express, and Frosty the Snowman.
Harrison and Cash left after the third movie to meet some friends at Old Mill, their favorite local brewery.
“Daddy, do we have to go home? Can’t we stay and watch one more movie? Pretty please with a cherry on top.” Lola flashes her best puppy-dog eyes.
“Nice try, ladybug,” Dylan says. “It’s already two hours past your bedtime.” He holds his hand up, stopping her from arguing. “Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, remember? We’re going to come over and make cookies with Gigi so we can leave some out for Santa Claus.”
Lola’s mood immediately shifts from gloomy to enthusiastic.
“Yay! Gigi, I can’t wait!” She runs up to give my mom a big hug. “Can we make some extra cookies to take to Marlow?”
“Who’s Marlow?” my mom asks.
“Our new neighbor.” Lola beams. “She has bright yellow hair that looks like the sun, and her eyes are so cool—one is blue and the other green. She’s so pretty. And Waffles came over to play with me the other day, which was so much fun.” Lola bursts into a fit of giggles.
“Waffles is Marlow’s dog,” Dylan offers after Mom gives him a questioning look. “He dug a hole under our fence the other day, and now he sneaks over whenever he sees us out there. Lola thinks they’re best friends.”
“With who? Marlow or Waffles?” my mom teases.
“Both,” Dylan complains.
He doesn’t seem very happy about this latest development.
On the other hand, I can already see the wheels turning in Mom’s head. Within a couple of days, she’ll know more about Marlow than anyone else in town, including if she’s single or not. Aside from the occasional one-night stand, Dylan hasn’t been with anyone since Maddie left, and our mom has made it her mission ever since to play matchmaker. So far, her efforts have been unsuccessful, but something tells me she won’t stop until Dylan has a new woman in his life.
“Let’s go, Daddy.” Lola jumps from the couch, practically dragging Dylan behind her.
“Coming, ladybug,” he says. “See you guys tomorrow.”
Jack and I are snuggled under a blanket, my head resting on his shoulder. How the Grinch Stole Christmas is playing in the background, but I’m finding it difficult to actually focus on the movie. We haven’t had a moment alone today until now, and my mind is running wild with dirty thoughts about sleeping with my boss.
Jack’s eyes are glued to the TV, but I’m keenly aware of his hand making its way up my thigh. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking sweet, like sugar, spice, and everything nice.”
I gasp in surprise when he slips his hand inside my sweats. I’m glad I changed into something more comfortable—and conveniently more accessible—earlier.
“What if someone walks in?” I whisper.
It’s unlikely since my brothers all left for the night and my parents went to bed an hour ago, but considering our track record, it’s possible.
“Then they’d catch us watching a movie.” He gestures toward the TV. “They’d be oblivious to the fact that my hand is buried inside your tight cunt.”
“But it’s not—”
He cuts me off by shoving his hand into my panties, and I let out a soundless gasp as he plunges three thick fingers inside me.
“Oh, god.” I clutch the blanket, digging my nails into the fabric.
“You’re fucking drenched.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Have you been a naughty girl thinking about all the dirty things we did in your childhood bedroom the other night?”
I nod, so turned on that I can’t find any words.
“You’re such a greedy little thing.” Jack smirks.
He pumps his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm while massaging my clit in languid circles. My body coils tighter with each thrust, a wave of euphoria washing over me. My sultry gaze connects with Jack’s, and I grab his wrist, trying to control his pace, frantic for him to move faster. Unfortunately, my action has the opposite effect. The harder I writhe against his hand, the slower his movements become, until his hand finally goes completely still.
“Why did you stop?” I croak.
“Because I’m in charge of your pleasure tonight and I’ll be the one to decide when you’re ready to come, my little vixen.”
