Page 25 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Now that this resort is all yours, will you be moving here?”

“No. We have a manager who will run this place since I live in the States and don’t plan to move back anytime soon.”

“Oh, okay.” A sudden pang of disappointment hits my chest. Guess the white picket fence isn’t the only obstacle standing in our way.IfI decided to give us a real chance, which I’m not.

“Wanna go back inside?” Kingston asks.

I take one more look from the balcony before nodding and walking inside. This time I manage to concentrate ashe completes the short tour. The rustic cabin is warm and magnificent. The interior designer of this place has done an amazing job. The luxurious room with the big marble hot tub has its own sexy view, perfect for a romantic date with your partner.

My dirty mind flashes with images of Kingston and me exploring each other’s naked bodies inside it. Though I can’t see the tattoos hidden beneath his leather jacket, I haven’t forgotten about them. Especially his teasing promise of letting me see how far they go. The tiny ones on his fingertips tempt me.

“Will you be going out tonight?” he asks, once we’re back downstairs.

“I’m too excited to go to sleep, so yes, I will. The cab driver told me about this window tradition that I shouldn’t miss.”

“Adventsfenster.”

“Yes!” I nod. “Is it worth watching?”

“If you’re not too tired and don’t mind walking around the village, then yes,” he answers, smiling at my enthusiasm.

“You must’ve seen it a lot of times?”

“Seen? My grandparents participate every year.”

“Really?” I gasp.

“It’s fun. You’ll enjoy it.” Coming closer, he tenderly asks, “Since I’m already going, do you want to come with me?”

“To meet your grandparents?”

“We will run into them,” he says with a laugh, completely unfazed that his grandparents might assume I’m his girlfriend or something.

I narrow my gaze. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Will you say yes?”

“No.”

“Then no, it’s not a date.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“You can think of me as your own personal tour guide.”

Usually, I’d feel smothered when someone steps into my personal space, physically or otherwise. Kingston is turning out to be an exception.

Truthfully, I’m bursting inside with happiness that he’s here. Because not even in my wildest dreams, did I imagine to see him again.

Not even a day here, and I’ve already made out with the owner of the resort.

I’m never impulsive.

“I’ve already done my research and came prepared,” I reply smugly. “So, your services won’t be necessary.”

Yanking me against his hard body, he huskily teases in my ear, “It seemed pretty necessary when you were begging to come while riding my thigh, darling.”

Letting me go, he steps back while leaving me discombobulated. My nipples poke against my bra, which I’m grateful he can’t see through the winter clothing.

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