Page 83 of Prince Charming

Biker mode. Hot.

Cage fighter. Hot. Hot.

Tree decorator. Sex soaking hot.

“You have hidden talent, Prince Charming.” She remarked with a soft smile touching her lips when he turned his devastating aqua eyes on her.

“You gonna help or just stare at my ass the entire time?”

“Oh, I am very comfortable here, thank you. Please continue.”

He laughed dirty.

He’d done an outstanding job to bring Christmas to life.

His living room looked incredibly cozy. Knowing he’d done it all for her had to be the sweetest thing of all. Tag’s enthusiasm was infectious, and she wanted to make the effort for him too.

She watched him with womanly awe for something she craved.

The moment they’d arrived at his house, he’d treated her like royalty.

They cooked lunch together, and then he made a run to Paige’s bakery to pick up a box of goodies. Marianna wasn’t much for sweets, so she watched him inhale most of the cakes. He hadn’t left her out though, he’d brought her English cheese scones.

She followed a recipe to make Eggnog. Tag swore it was the best he’d ever tasted.

And then he’d hauled in a tree from the back of his truck and the day morphed into something magical. She couldn’t help herself, Marianna got pulled along in whatever Tag wanted her to experience.

“What do you think?” He asked over his shoulder, resting hands on his lean hips.

She was curled up on his couch, feet tucked under her butt, watching him as if she’d never seen this man before. As though she’d never kissed him, tasted him, felt his hands roughly handling her body.

If things were different, she may possibly watch this man doing absolutely anything for the rest of her life.

“I think it is beautiful. The most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen. You might have a new career ahead of you, Luke, if cage fighting doesn’t work out.”

The air caught in her lungs when he started across the living room toward her. A rolling walk that was sexy and very masculine.

He didn’t stop until he was towering over her and then he reached down, used her hips to pull her to her feet. “C’mon, Anna. Wanna give you a kiss under the mistletoe.” Yeah, he’d hung some of that too and made Marianna roll her eyes at his cuteness.

“Aren’t you taking this festiveness too far?” She protested, not too much.

“Is it making you happy?”

It was. She couldn’t deny it, and nodded.

And he smiled. “Then it’s not taking it too far.”

The kiss was sweet and over too soon.

His dominant energy preceded him.

There was no need to communicate his intention of controlling every breath she took today. It was an absolute given because he kept surprising her with his thoughtfulness.

How could she resist him, knowing he was making Christmas for her?

His gorgeous face and steady gaze kicked her heart against her ribcage. It tapped out of sorts, making her feel not quite her put together self.

The lovely biker was seducing her with Christmas.

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