Page 70 of Dragged Home for Christmas

“I’d be happier if it was your room too, but I don’t think it’s big enough.” Mike smirked. “The contents of your closet would take up every inch of space.”

“I’d love it if we had our own room,” Sam murmured. “And this is perfect, away from the main building.”

Mike had been thinking about it in the week leading up to the shows. “I have a present for you, but it’s not ready yet. In fact, it isn’t due to be started until next week.”

Sam stared at him. “Tell me. You can’t put out something like that and leave me hanging.”

Mike snickered. “You saidput out.”

Sam groaned. “What are you, twelve?” He lurched up, swung a leg over Mike’s hips, and straddled him, his hands on Mike’s chest. “Tell me.”

“Nope.”

Sam gave a slow grind. “I have ways of making you talk, y’know.”

Mike let out a moan. “You fight dirty.”

“You know it.” He followed up with another leisurely grind. “Ready to say uncle?”

“Okay, okay! But can you please not use that particular term?”

Sam stilled, giving him a smug smile.

Mike sighed. “You know there’s another room on this floor, right? Only accessible by the walkway from the rear of the house.”

Sam snorted. “Honey, I’ve lived herehowlong? Of course I know.”

“Well, Gabe’s going to put two doors throughthatwall,” he said, pointing. “The whole floor will be ours, not just a bedroom but a living space, our quarters, if you like. And he’ll add another door to the bathroom so it can be accessed from both sides. Then he’s going to add a small kitchen area, nothing huge, just somewhere we can cook if we want to.” He smiled. “What do you think?”

Sam stared at him in silence for a moment, then claimed Mike’s mouth in kiss after fervent kiss.

“Iloveit,” Sam said when he came up for air. Then hegrinned. “Let me show you how much I love it—and you.”

That last part sent warmth flooding through him. He cupped Sam’s face. “I love you too.” Then his phone buzzed, and he grabbed it from the nightstand. He peered at the screen, and laughed. “Oops. We’re in trouble. It’s from Anthony.” He read aloud.Get your asses down here or I’ll feed your breakfasts to the cat. And before you tell me we don’t have a cat, I’ll bring in the first stray kitty I find.

Sam clambered off him. “Well,I’mgoing down in my jammies. ItisChristmas Day, after all.”

Mike frowned. “You have jammies?”

Sam reached under the bed and brought out a large bag. “Uh-huh. And so do you. Merry Christmas.” He tossed it onto the bed.

Mike delved into the bag. He laughed when he saw two matching pajama sets in a fleecy green fabric, covered with images of Santa, snowflakes, candy canes, presents, and baubles. “You could’ve had us in different colors.”

Sam snickered. “We’d have clashed. This is better. Now put them on, and we’ll go see what else Santa has brought.”

Mike grinned. “Well, I was going to wait until after breakfast, but seeing as you started the ball rolling…” He reached under his side of the bed, grabbed the bag, and handed it to Sam. “Sorry, but I didn’t have time to wrap it.”

Sam gazed at the logo with wide eyes. “Menagerié Intimates? From Vienna? I’ve been drooling over their lingerie for ages.”

Mike laughed. “I know. I caught you looking three times. I wasn’t sure it was going to get here in time.” He held up his hand. “But you can’t open it now. It’ll have to wait, or else Anthony really will kill us.”

Sam’s face glowed. “God, I love you.” He let out anexaggerated sigh. “Okay, I guess I can wait. But I know what I’d prefer to wear to breakfast.” He grinned. “The others will besojealous.”

Mike felt like a kid again in his festive pajamas. For one moment, however, he felt a brief pang.

I wondered what’s happening at my parents’ place right now?

Then he smiled.That damn cat will be in the tree again.He’d call them later. They were overdue for a catch-up. The last contact had been a week or so ago when he’d messaged Mom to say he wouldn’t be there for Christmas Day.

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