Page 101 of Never Sleigh Never
The words detonate something inside me. Stars explode behind my eyes, my pussy clenching down around him in pulsing waves as I unravel. My cry tangles with his guttural roar as he slams into me twice more, his cock spilling hot and thick inside me. His movements slow to a stop, both of us riding through the aftershocks until we collapse against each other, sweaty, shaking, and completely undone. My chest heaves against his as I try to remember how to breathe.
He’s still buried deep inside me when he lifts his head, pressing a tender kiss to my swollen lips. His voice is rough but filled with something more than lust—something that makes my heart stumble. “Merry Christmas, Brie. You’re the best damn present I could’ve asked for.”
I smirk against his mouth, though my pulse is still racing. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
His laugh rumbles against my chest, warm and intoxicating, before he cups my face in both hands and kisses me again—slower this time, like he’s sealing a promise neither of us is ready to let go of.
Technically, the office is closed until after New Year’s. So when my phone rang Monday morning and Mrs. Kingsley asked me to come in, I knew one of three things was happening: I got the promotion, I’m fired, or I’m doomed to spend the rest of eternity in the same position I’ve been in for the past eight years. Honestly? At this point, I’d take the first two over the third. By the time I reach the third floor, the entire building is dark except for the glow spilling out from Mrs. Kingsley’s office. This is the perfect setup for a firing. Call me in while everyone else is still on Christmas vacation to spare me the embarrassment of cleaning out my desk with pitying eyes on me.
“Hello?” My voice echoes down the empty hallway.
“Brie. Can I see you in my office?” Mrs. Kingsley says from down the hall.
My shoes squeak with every step as I approach her door. Great, now I sound like a clown heading to my own execution. My heart slams against my ribs, my palms slick as I smooth them down my coat. This is it. I’m about to be escorted out with a sad cardboard box filled with a fake plant and crushed dreams.
I step inside, and without looking up from her computer, she says, “Take a seat.” Before sitting, I shrug my coat off my shoulders, but she stops me. “Keep it on. This won’t take long.”
Well, there’s the nail in the coffin. I lower myself into the chair, my entire body bracing for impact. I had a good run. It’s been fun while it lasted.
Then she turns, her face as blank as a freshly baked sugar cookie. Seconds tick by. Then her mouth twitches, and she smiles. “Congratulations, Brie. You’re Mount Holly’s new event coordinator.”
I blink. Once. Twice. Maybe three times. Did she just?—?
“Really?” My voice cracks. “I got it?”
“There’s no one else I’d want to pass the position to.”
The air whooshes out of me like a popped balloon. I grin so wide it’s a miracle my face doesn’t split in two. My arms twitch with the urge to vault over the desk and hug her, but instead I settle for bouncing in my chair like an over-caffeinated elf.
“You showed me what you’re capable of under pressure,” she continues, her tone softening. “You’re going to do wonderful things for this town.”
I clasp my hands together, trying to act professional, even though my insides are screaming like I just won the lottery. “Thank you. Truly. Mount Holly means everything to me. There was no way I could let an out-of-towner take over.”
She chuckles. Chuckles. I didn’t even know she had the muscle memory for that. “Between us? There was never an out-of-town agency.”
I jerk my head back. “Wait… what?”
“I wanted to see how you’d handle the pressure. This job was always yours.” She turns around and picks up six bulging three-ring binders and holds them out to me. “And now it officially is.”
When she slides them toward me, I rise to my feet and collect the binders. My knees nearly buckle under the weight. But who cares? I’d carry a hundred binders if it meant this moment.
By the time I leave the office, I’m floating so high I swear the snowflakes part around me like confetti. I make it to my car, fling the binders in the backseat, and immediately do an undignified happy dance in the driver’s seat, arms flailing, squealing like a twelve-year-old at a boy-band concert.
I call Willa. Then Sloane. But Logan? He deserves the in-person version. Once on his doorstep, I knock on the door. I wipe my expression off my face, wanting it to be a surprise.
The door opens. Logan’s eyes take me in, his brows knitting. “Shit. What happened?” He drags me into his chest, wrapping me up like he’s ready to storm the gates of town hall. “Who do I need to threaten? Point me in the direction.”
I tip my head back, unable to hold back my smile any longer. “I got it.”
His brows shoot up. “Wait. Really?”
I nod giddily
His entire face lights up. In one swoop, he lifts me off the ground and spins me in a circle, my laughter echoing through the cold air. When he sets me down, he kisses me breathless, his forehead resting against mine.
“I knew you could do it,” he whispers, eyes burning into mine. “I’m so damn proud of you. You deserve this. I love you.”
Tears prick my eyes. My heart somersaults. “I love you too.”
