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His thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I bit my lip to hold back a cry as my climax hit me with the force of a blizzard.

Malcolm’s lips met mine in a fierce kiss. He swallowed my cries as I rode his hand.

My body was on fire as sparks of electricity sizzled through my body. Snowflakes fell on my hot face, melting on my lashes and cheeks.

I opened my eyes to find Malcolm studying me.

“Happy now?” The blankets had been pulled up to our shoulders. I was dazed.

“Very. You?” He looked smug.

I glanced towards the front of the sleigh. The snow was still falling thickly obscuring him. Again, I’m sure our activities hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“You do this kind of thing often?” My question surprised me. I tried very hard not think of Malcolm and another woman. Back in New York, he was a player.

“Only with you.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

What the fuck was I doing? A girl from the Bronx doesn’t take sleigh rides with a Scottish duke.

This was some seriously crazy shit, not a slutty version of the Hallmark channel.

The sleigh slowed.

“Where are we?” Everything looked white and green.

“It’s the duke of Lachlan’s responsibility to choose the best tree. Fergus selects a tree in summer like any sensible man. Then all the duke needs to do is take a ride out and approve of it when everything is covered in snow. The grounds keeping staff will cut it down and bring it back to the house.”

“You mean we didn’t even need to do this?” I was still the haze of my orgasm. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying.

“Miss a sleigh ride with you?” Malcolm kissed me hard and I opened my mouth to him, letting his tongue slide over mine. He pulled back. “Besides, I thought you liked it.”

Arrogant asshole. Of course, I liked it. I fucking loved it. But that was not the point.

“That’s a huge tree, even for Lachlan.”

“It needs to be impressive for the Christmas Eve ball.”

“You’re hosting a Christmas Eve ball?”

“I forgot how many questions you ask.” Malcolm kissed me again, turning my mind to mush.

I was vaguely aware Fergus turned the sleigh around as we headed back towards the castle.

I closed my eyes, dropping my head back. Malcolm at a Christmas Eve ball. I could well imagine how many women would be flocking around him. I tuned the gossip about him out in New York, or at least I tried. My life was work.

But now, things were different. He was no longer a colleague.

I didn’t open my eyes and let the snowflakes melt on my upturned face. Pleasure hummed through me, but at the edge of my brain, reality rallied. What was the harm in letting the fantasy continue a while longer?

CHAPTER 7

MALCOLM

Three days later, Lachlan Castle was decked out to impress for the Christmas Eve Ball. My mother took her hostess duties seriously; the whole place was dressed with greenery, lights, and decoration. Extra staff was hired to assist with all the guests.

I’d received good news the other morning in the study and the family finances were back on track. Lachlan would remain as it was. The specter of having to sell-off even a small part of the estate had hung over me for the last seven months. I hadn’t created Ronan’s mess, but I sure as hell didn’t want to be the Murdoch who had to reduce the estate. Legacy was a powerful thing, even though it felt like it had a chokehold on me. For the millionth time, I wished that I’d stayed in the States and that my damned fool brother hadn’t had a death wish.

Entertaining never interested me much. I preferred my life in New York to being dressed up in a traditional kilt and paraded around the crown heads of Europe like a stud bull. But as the host, I was required to greet everyone in the receiving line. The inane chit-chat gave my mind plenty of time to wander.

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