Page 67 of Christmas Mafia Prince
Damen blinks, staring at me as if I’ve told him my cock is made of sugar, but soon his smile turns predatory, and he squeezes my butt. “Oh, you just wait.”
“Not to kink-shame, yeah? But keep this to the bedroom. I didn’t consent to be part of your sexy roleplay,” Alecia states, loudly chewing bubble gum.
Damen grunts. Maybe he’s sorry those three aren’t traveling with Corvus after all.
Aspen looks up. He was too absorbed with holding Whiskers’s paws to listen. “Sexy roleplay? Where?”
“It’s none of your business.” I change the subject to distract him as I put on my boots. “You’re eighteen this year, right? Looking for a wife yet? Husband?” I wink and wiggle my eyebrows. “You know you can’t hunt without that. Tradition after all…”
Aspen rolls his eyes and picks up my cat. “How about him?”
Damen frowns. “He’s a minor.”
“Not in cat years!” Aspen protests. “What do you say, Daddy Whiskers?”
He yawns in Aspen’s face and Damen smirks. “Guess no hunting for you this year, but we can meet at the shooting range, and I can give you some pointers.”
Alecia shrugs. “I’d marry you, Aspen, but we’re cousins.”
I slap my face with an open palm, but then look up at my man. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to see all your trophies.”
He glances at me and leans in, soothing me with the sweetest of kisses. “I will bring more than one. That’s a promise.”
I don’t even care Aspen’s brother is groaning when I lean in for a longer kiss. This year, I’m ready for the Van der Horn Christmas. I can’t wait.
The end
