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“I like spending time with you, though.”

It’s out before I can stop it. My hat has slid down again, and she adjusts it so she can see.

When we get to the house, she hops around to join me at the tailgate. I lean over to grab a tree, and she moves so her lips are right next to my ear.

“I think they’re worth it,” she says.

Her hot, wet breath so close to my cold skin makes me shiver.

“Besides, sometimes the cleanup of the mess is worth the fun of making it.”

She presses a soft, chaste kiss on my neck, right under my ear, before grabbing a crate of plants and heading for the door.

No weather is frigid enough to keep my body from reacting to that woman.

I take a few minutes, and then carry the first of the two trees in. I’m going for the second when she squeezes by me with another crate of plants, deliberately pressing those beautiful breasts of hers into my back.

“Sorry.”

Her innocent tone isn’t fooling anyone.

I pretend not to notice, setting her trees up in the stands. I screw the second one in place, and they’re as tall and rigid as I am when Sia comes in with the last crate. She thinks I’m busy still and bends over to set them down. As soon as she lets go, I grab her by the waist, pulling her against me. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but Sia, or at least my desire for her, clouds my judgment.

She lets out a squeak that goes right to my already hard dick. I pull my hat off her head and tease her ear with my mouth. That giant scarf of hers is in the way, once again, so I peel it off and cast it aside, kissing my way down her neck. She’s squirming against me, which feels incredible, but I want to make sure she’s as into this as I am.

“Does that feel good?” I murmur, my mouth back at her ear as I undo the buttons on her jacket.

“God, yes,” she whispers.

I slide a hand into her coat and cup her breast through her shirt.

She moans and pushes her ass against my cock.

“You’re a little tease,” I say with a groan.

“Vinny.”

The way she whispers my name, heavy with desire, makes me want to fuck her right here, right now. It’d broken me under the mistletoe and it’s breaking me again.

I run my hands over her breasts, thoroughly enjoying how she grinds against me. But then I hear footsteps, and we both freeze.

If her uncle catches us, what could I say?

It’s like being a damn teenager again. We move away from each other and she unpacks the crates of plants. She’s shaking, still as turned on as I am.

Danny comes in a few minutes later.

“It looks great in here. Wow! When the trees are lit up it’ll be like a picture from a magazine.”

I can’t look at Sia, so I look around the room instead. She’d put up string lights on the lower part of the wall since I’d been in last, and tied bows to the chairs, making them look like little presents. She’s dropping poinsettias off on the tables now, and in front of the bar Kieran and I had built. It’s not fancy—just a small area with some built-in shelves and a sink, but the plumbing had taken forever to install.

“Thanks,” Sia replies brightly. “I’m going to hang some wreaths in a bit, and then we should be good to go except for the trees.”

“I’m going to pick up some dinner,” Danny continues. “Nothing like Vinny here could make, but I’ll be back, and then maybe we could watch a movie?”

“Sounds good,” Sia says.

Danny leaves, and we laugh like kids who got away with something. I help her hang the wreaths, and she plants a kiss on my cheek.

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