Page 6 of Single Dad's Christmas Cookie

My brain shut down even more as his fingers slid underneath and found my clit. I arched my hips up to meet his touch. My entire being was on fire and I was still fully clothed. Good God, what would this man do to me once I managed to get this dress off?

I garbled something to that effect, and he pulled away.

“Dress off,” I managed to finally say.

He lifted me up into a sitting position. He reached around behind my neck and found the zipper. As he lowered it down to my waist, the sleeves of the dress slipped from my shoulders, exposing long inches of cleavage and more lacy bra.

“Aren’t you just an early Christmas present? What more surprises do you have underneath there?”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him, unable to answer. I wanted to say something sassy, but all that really came out was more needy panting.

He made a low growling sound in his throat as I wiggled completely out of the dress. With frantic movements, he unfastened his belt and dropped his pants. He pushed and kicked out of the rest of his clothing. If I hadn’t already been struggling to catch my breath, I would have been now. The man was gorgeous. It was a shame that clothing was a big part of modern society. Hiding his physique was practically a crime.

“If I told you that you had a beautiful body…” I started.

“I would most definitely hold it against you.” He finished the saying as he climbed back next to me.

His arms were firm as he crushed me against his chest. My fingers danced over his shoulders and up the back of his neck and into his hair as our lips slid together. He was all hard muscle under suede soft skin. The crisp hairs on his chest tickled my fingertips.

I was lost to time and reason. Nothing mattered but the way he touched me and how he felt against my skin. His mouth trailedover my skin, leaving a burning trail. I clutched him tightly to me when he sucked a breast and teased my nipple with his tongue.

And when he slid into me, I felt whole. All the pieces of myself that had been struggling with one thing or another coalesced into a single ball of fire and nerves. With him there was no conflict. There was only this, and this was the most amazing experience of my life.

As my body tightened around him, I thought I might break, or cry, or both. Instead, I exploded. I became shooting stars and fireworks, all because this man knew exactly what I needed.

4

BRYAN

Iwas greeted by the smell of coffee as I entered the kitchen.

“Morning, Emma,” I said, my voice still groggy with sleep.

“Morning, Mr. Bryan,” my cook said. “How are you doing this morning?”

I groaned. I wasn’t quite fully awake yet. I had another dream about that goddess, Nova, whom I had met at the hotel. It had been several days and I could not get that woman out of my head. I ground the heel of my palm into my eyes as I yawned and poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Is Amelia up yet?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” Emma said. She seemed particularly chipper and productive for the early morning.

“Crap. She’s going to be late for school.” I set my coffee down and headed out of the kitchen.

“She doesn’t have school today,” Emma called out after me.

“Huh? No school?”

She gave me one of her classic ‘you’re being dumb but I can’t say anything because you’re my boss and I need this job’ looks.

“Right.” I pointed at my temple. “Not fully awake. First day of winter break. Why do they have to do it in the middle of the week? It would make more sense to not have school at all this week. Easier to make plans. I forgot.”

“Have you also forgotten that Sherry and I are leaving on our vacation this afternoon?”

This time when I put the mug down, it splattered coffee on the counter. “What? That’s today?” I practically shouted. I hadn’t forgotten they were taking a holiday. I simply didn’t realize it was this week. I thought there was more time before they left.

“Is that today?”

“Why do you think I’m in so early? That’s why I’m making your dinner right now.” She smiled and returned to chopping vegetables.

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