Page 71 of Hiding for the Holidays
“I could be a super villain, though. Like Lex Luthor.”
“No, you’re too nice to be a villain.”
Leo snorts behind us, and I glance over my shoulder at him in question. “He’s only nice to you, shortcake.”
“That’s not true, he’s nice to you two. And I’ve seen him with clients.”
“Yeah, it’s different with us. But with clients, there’s a difference between tolerating and being nice.”
Asher squeezes me against his side as he asks, “You think I’m nice, baby?”
I look up at him, and the heat in his eyes makes my cheeks heat and my panties grow damp. I lick my lower lip thinking about him pinning me to the mat earlier. Maybe I could convince him to repeat that lesson… in bed.
“Careful, sweetheart, keep looking at me like that and I’ll put you on the naughty list.”
I look away nervously. He’s the one looking at me like he wants to devour me, and as much as I might want a replay of what happened on the couch, we’re in the middle of a public tree lot.
When we reach the parking lot, we’re given hot chocolate while we wait for them to chop and bind the tree.
Leo takes our empty cups and throws them in the garbage, and I watch as a slow grin widens on his handsome face. He slowly turns his head to me with an excited glint inhis eye, he steps around the bin and beckons me to him with his finger.
I swallow nervously as I make my way over to him. Something about the way he’s looking at me has my whole body tingling. When I stop in front of him, he pulls me closer so there’s almost no space between us.
“What’s going on?” I ask, my hands finding their way to his chest, over his jacket.
“Look up.”
I tilt my head up, and hanging above us is a sprig of green with a few red berries. “Mistletoe,” I whisper, my head tilting back to look at him.
He pulls his gloves off and shoves them in his pockets, then grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger and gently holds me in place as he lowers his lips to mine. The first kiss is so soft, I barely feel it, but his warm breath fans across my face, and I close my eyes in anticipation.
The next kiss is a little more bold, and when I press up on my toes, he moves his hand behind my head and the other around my waist, holding me still as his kiss turns heated. His tongue demands entry, and I oblige. All three of them kiss so differently, and yet I can’t claim one is better than the others.
He finally pulls back and grins down at my blissed out expression. “Sorry, Rosie, I couldn’t resist.”
I love that they are starting to call me Rosie, it feels right and since Scott never called me that, it feels like it’s uniquely theirs.
“You don’t need to use mistletoe as an excuse to kiss me,” I tell Leo boldly.
“No?” he asks with the raise of an eyebrow. I shake my head and lick my lips, still tasting him there. “So if I wanted to walk up to you in the middle of work and kiss you, I could?”
“Well, I don’t know if that’s appropriate?—”
“I can assure you the boss won’t mind,” he says with a grin. “What if we’re watching TV and I suddenly have the urge to kiss you?”
I shrug, trying to act like I wouldn’t love that. “Sure.”
“What if we were cuddling with Asher and I wanted a kiss?”
“As long as he wouldn’t mind,” I say a little breathless at the idea of being touched by two of them at once. I still wasn’t sure if that heated moment on the couch between the four of us was a one-time thing or not and I was too terrified to ask. I didn’t want to upset any of them, or make them think that alone they weren’t enough.
The truth was these three men were what wet dreams are made of. Ex-military, sexy as hell, strong, protective, kind, empathetic and they all wantme. I still wasn’t sure why, but I wasn’t about to argue. At least not yet, not while they are helping me with Scott. That makes it sound like I’m using them, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like them. Alot. I more than like them if I really think about it.
Is it possible to fall in love with three different men at once?
Chapter 22
Leo
