Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck,” she says with a heavy breath as she grabs the open bottle of wine on the barrel and takes a long swig straight from the bottle. “That was amazing.”
I watch her with a grin as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’re always amazing,” I say as I zip back up. “Want to meet back down here after dessert?”
She’s grinning as she adjusts her dress and then fixes her hair. “After dinner, but before dessert,” she says with a flirty smile. “I can’t wait that long.”
I’m watching her in awe as she struts to the door, takes a deep breath, and opens it. I slap her ass playfully and she lets out a whimper.
“Don’t be late,” I warn.
She blows me a kiss as she walks into the hall, about to play the role of innocent little hostess once again.
I grin, excited to get this dinner over with so I can get to the real dessert.
Because there’s nothing sweeter than a quickie with my Christmas angel.
EPILOGUE
Colleen
* * *
Thirty years later…
* * *
I’ve always loved Christmas, but spending the Holidays with Marshall and the kids is always just pure magic.
Every Christmas, I feel like my heart is so full it’s going to burst as we sit around the tree and hand out presents. Our grandchildren, nine of them now, are playing with their new toys, my favorite Christmas playlist is playing over the speakers, and there’s a fire in the fireplace.
It’s warm and cozy, surrounded by all the people we love—just how Christmas is supposed to be.
When the last of the gifts are open, I head to the kitchen to check on the turkey. Marshall intercepts me in the hallway. Right under the mistletoe.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks as he grabs the waistband of my skirt and pulls me into him.
I giggle as I look around for any youngsters running about. I don’t want to traumatize any of them by making them have to watch their grandparents making out.
Marshall is as hot as ever. He’s fully gray now, but it really suits him. He even grew a matching beard that I love. He loves to tickle my thighs with it before he makes me melt with that magical tongue.
“You’re not allowed past the mistletoe without giving me something good.”
I bat my eyelashes at him, pretending we’re back at the first Christmas party where we met. “What would you like from me, Mr. King?” I ask in a sugary-sweet voice.
He growls as he pulls me against his hard body. “I want you in my office in five minutes with that sexy ass on my desk. Legs spread. Naked.”
I give him an innocent flirty look, playing along, but that’s not going to happen. The whole family is here and I have a turkey to baste.
“You think I’m kidding, Miss Campbell,” he whispers as he leans in. I gasp when I feel his hard cock on my stomach. “You better obey the boss or you’ll be punished. I’m not a man who will ask twice.”
I swallow hard as desire fills me from head to toe.
Mmmmmm.
I know that Katie will be looking after the turkey anyway and Marshall’s office does have a lock on it. If anyone notices that we’re gone, we can act coy like it’s part of a Christmas surprise. My mouth waters as I imagine what he has planned.
“Okay, Mr. King,” I say as I stand on my toes and pucker my lips. “Whatever you say.”
He kisses me hard on the mouth and then smacks my ass. “Office. Now.”
I scamper up the stairs with my big bad boss following me.
Another successful Christmas in the books.