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“Ready to go home?” I murmur into the shell of her ear.
“What? No! We’ve been here for an hour!” she says with a pout. “And we already paid the babysitter for the entire evening.”
Chuckling darkly, I trail kisses down her neck and nuzzle into her shoulder. “I can think of something else for us to do,” I whisper.
“Oh?”
“Mmhm,” I murmur, tickling the tender flesh of her throat with my lips. “I got that new oak desk last month. We haven’t broken it in yet.”
“Mr. Castillo!” she gasps in fake outrage. “So scandalous!”
“It’s your fault, you know. My little rule breaker.”
Her golden eyes shimmer with lust, and I grunt before spinning her around. Taking her hand, I lead her across the floor and away from the holiday party.
When we’re a safe distance away, I scoop Harlow up and bolt the rest of the way to my office. She giggles, the sound tinkling like bells as I set her down and close the door.
“I love you, Harlow,” I whisper, rubbing my nose against hers.
“I love you more, Bishop.”
My mouth covers hers, and I take my time showing her exactly how much she means to me, one slow stroke at a time. This woman has made me a better man in every single way, and I can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to keep her forever.
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THE END
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They shared a soul-shattering kiss under the mistletoe, and then she left. He knows he’ll have to be careful with his Christmas angel, but make no mistake; she will be his.
Wyatt:I was not at all happy to be at the company Christmas party, but since I’m the owner of the freaking company, I was obligated to attend. I planned on drinking too much and leaving early, but then I saw her. My Christmas angel.
Her curves, innocent smile, and unassuming nature drew me in. My beautiful girl was clad in an ugly Christmas sweater and bells on her toes – literally. I had to talk to her. Smell her. Taste her. Savor every single thing about her.
We shared a life-altering kiss under the mistletoe, and then she fled. I’m not letting her get away that easily. If she thinks this is the end of us, she’s in for a big surprise. I always get what I want. And I want her with every fiber of my being. My Christmas angel.
Ember:Usually, I love all things Christmas. Yes, I’m one of those people who can hardly wait for Halloween to pass so I can set up my tree. But this year, everything is different. My mom recently passed away, leaving me cold and empty and not in the holiday spirit at all.
My bestie convinced me to be her plus one to her office Christmas party. I instantly felt out of place, but soon gained the attention of the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. We talked all night and shared a heart-stopping kiss. But then I ran away.
Guys like him don’t go for girls like me unless there’s an ulterior motive. I learned my lesson the hard way. But he keeps showing up and tempting me to trust him. Can I let go of my hang-ups and let him bring me joy during this holiday season?
CHAPTERONE
EMBER
Why did I let Casey talk me into coming to her office Christmas party? Oh, right, because I’ve hardly left my apartment in two weeks and she refused to take no for an answer.
I used to love Christmas, but this year, every light, bow, toy display, and Christmas carol brings me to tears. Like last night when I finally hauled my ass to the grocery store only to end up ugly crying in the dairy section staring at the eggnog display whileHave Yourself A Merry Little Christmaswas playing.
My mom lost her battle with cancer almost eight months ago now, but I feel like I’m grieving her now more than ever. We were best friends, us against the world ever since my dad died. I’m not sure when it started, but for as long as I could remember, we went all out for Christmas. Every year we waited as long as we could to decorate, but usually only made it till November first. Yeah, we werethosepeople, but we didn’t care about the haters.
But this year everything is different. Christmas is less than three weeks away and I haven’t put a single decoration up. I haven’t even taken the boxes out of the closet. I haven’t baked cookies or made peppermint bark. I haven’t watched a single Hallmark movie.