Page 71 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“You are very lucky.”

After his grandmother thanks him, we open the rest of the gifts. They absolutely love the ones I bought for them. It brings me so much joy that I can’t express it in words. Another hour passes where we take several pictures with each other.

Kingston and I pose in front of the Christmas tree while soft acoustic music plays in the background. He twirls and sways me to the tune, making me blush and grin.

His grandparents excuse themselves to put away their presents, leaving Kingston and me alone.

It’s the perfect time to give him his gift. So, I make an excuse and grab the small box from my coat.

He’s got the fireplace going when I return.

Sitting on the couch, he pulls me onto his lap. His woodsy scent envelops my senses, distracting me with filthy fantasies.

There’s a subtle sexual tension swirling in the air between us, reminding me of what’s to come later at the cabin. I’m already hot and bothered just thinking about it.

“Here,” I murmur, lifting the box. “Merry Christmas, King.”

His brows pull together in shock and he locks his eyes with mine. “When did you get this?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t buy you a present?” I tease.

Shaking his head in disbelief and happiness, he tears open the wrapper and lifts the lid of the box. Staring at the watch inside, he studies it for a long moment before pulling it out.

“I took a wild guess.” I’m nervous all of a sudden. I’ve seen him wear two different watches on both days I’ve been here. Thought I suspect he must have a collection. “So, I hope you like it.”

“Like?” he whispers thickly. “I love it, Twinkle.”

“Really?”

“Of course, darling. The fact you got me this makes it even more special.” Tugging me down, he takes my mouth in a rough kiss, showing his gratitude. “Thank you. Put it on me, will you?”

With trembling fingers, I grasp his wrist and replace his watch with the new one. It looks so sleek and fits him perfectly.

Using the same hand, I watch him pull out a tiny, wrapped box from his pocket. I freeze when he presses it into my palm. “I wanted to give this later but I can’t wait. Merry Christmas, my lovely stubborn girl.”

I rush to open it and almost drop it when I see the prettiest pendant ever. It’s slim and silver with a heart-shaped pearl sparkling bright. Just like the ones I have in my collection.

“When I was picking out your dress, I saw your pearl earrings and thought it would match with it beautifully.”

“Oh my God, I love it, Kingston.” I throw my arms around his neck and smack a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Can I put it on you now?”

“Yes, please.”

I twist away and lift my hair as he slides it around my neck and secures the hook. It reaches the top of my cleavage and I touch it reverently. Kingston’s gaze darkens in pure desire as he stares at me.

“I want to fuck you in nothing but this,” he growls and stands abruptly, taking me with him. “We’re leaving.”

“We haven’t said goodbye to your grandparents,” I point out when he tugs me toward the front door.

“I’ll text them to let them know we left.”

Searing me with a scorching look and a domineering kiss, he shuts down my protests, slides my coat on, and we step into the moonlight.

I’m so primed up and burning with anticipation, it’s a miracle I’m able to walk.

I hope we reach the cabin soon.

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