All I Want For Christmas Is You Read Online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Samantha Young, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Lani Lynn Vale, T.L. Swan, Natasha Madison

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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After several minutes, we finally came up for air. I moved back to look at his gorgeous face. Then my eyes travelled down to his crotch and landed on the impressive erection straining through his jeans.

I raised one eyebrow. “Is that a lightsaber in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”

His eyes sparkled. “That’s no lightsaber.”

Muffled noise registered from outside, drawing our attention to the living room window, which we were standing in front of. It seemed a few spectators had arrived late, probably hoping to see the lights. Instead, they’d watched us kissing.

Cole reached over to the lamp and clicked it off before pulling me back into his arms. “We seem to have lost power again.” He spoke over my lips.

I smiled. “Oh, did we? That’s a shame. Shall I get the generator?”

“No, ma’am. We’re about to make enough electricity of our own to light up the block.”

The Forbidden Christmas Gift by Samantha Young

It’s Christmas at Shaw’s Department store in Edinburgh! Reid Shaw should feel nothing but gratified by his success. But he’s not satisfied because the sexy Scot wants forbidden fruit for Christmas: Evan Munro. Reid’s Evan’s boss. He’s thirteen years older than her.

Oh … and she’s his best friend’s little sister.

Evan

Mid-December - Edinburgh, Scotland

Bing Crosby crooned, ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas’ and he wasn’t wrong. Standing in the atrium of Shaw’s Department store on Princes Street, it definitely couldn’t get any more Christmassy for me. Strands of gorgeous fairy lights cascaded over the balconies of the galleried floors above us. I stood at Santa’s Grotto, surrounded by fake snow and glitter, while a twinkling forty-foot Christmas tree towered above me.

Oh, and I was dressed as one of Santa’s Little Helpers.

With glitter shimmering on my cheeks and my petite figure wrapped up in a green velvet elf dress, I looked all of sixteen years old. I was sure of it.

For months now, I, Evan Munro, had been trying my hardest to make my brother’s best friend/my boss, see me as something other than his best friend’s wee sister who was not only thirteen years his junior but the woman he offered a pity job to.

Okay, so it was a little harsh to call it a pity job. Landing a well-paid PA position after graduating university with a degree that couldn’t get me a job that didn’t require stocking shelves in a supermarket, demanded more respect than that. However, it was safe to say I only got the job because my big brother, Patrick, asked his successful best friend, Reid Shaw, to give me the position on a trial period.

One would think, in this difficult economy, that I’d do anything to keep the job.

For instance, I wouldn’t be mooning over my boss with an infatuation the size of said planetary satellite. But I couldn’t help it.

Until recently I’d become obsessed with showing Reid that the thirteen-year age gap between us didn’t matter because I was a mature, wise-beyond-my-years, woman who would rock his freaking world in and out of the bedroom.

After events of the last few months, I thought I’d made progress.

And I had.

But it still didn’t matter.

Because to Reid I would always be his best friend’s untouchable little sister.

Weeks ago, wearing this costume in front of Reid would have mortified me. Now I couldn’t care less.

In fact, it was pretty damn funny.

I was sure Reid would never see me as a woman he could take seriously again but as I smiled out at the excited faces of the kids lining up to see Santa Claus, I no longer cared.

Fine.

That wasn’t entirely true.

It hurt like hell.

But I had a little something called self-respect, and if Reid was too afraid to take a chance on me because of Patrick, then he wasn’t the right man for me.

Bing’s voice trailed off and Mariah Carey flooded over the PA system of the department store.

Santa, some guy I’d only met an hour ago called Gary, gestured to me and then to the pile of presents under the Christmas tree. I stifled my chuckle as the bells attached to the pointy toes of my elf shoes jingled as I walked. A little girl with laughing brown eyes caught my attention, and we shared a giggle together just before I bent down to collect the next gift from under the spectacular tree.

A whoosh of cool air hit my backside and I straightened, blushing. The elf costume was not only roasting hot, it came with a stiff petticoat that meant the skirt didn’t fall down over my bum when I bent over. Everyone was probably getting an eyeful of my red and green striped bottom.

I was wearing elf stockings.

Seriously, I needed to learn how to say the word ‘no’.

Feet jingling, bell jingling on my green Santa hat that matched the dress that came to mid-thigh, I strolled over to Santa and gave him the present. He winked flirtatiously at me.


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