Page 59 of A Cozy Holiday


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“So,” he says, grinning lazily. “How was the view?”

I laugh, surprised I still can. I feel drained and happy. “Which view? The stars or…”

“Either. Both.”

“The stars were nice. But I was a little distracted.”

“Yeah? By what?”

I flutter my eyelashes at him before I tuck my face into his chest. “By you telling me what to do. I liked it. A lot.”

“I noticed.” He strokes my hair. “You surprised me. Calling mesir.”

“Too much?”

“The opposite.” He holds me tighter in his arms, kissing me soft and sweet. “Did you like that I made you wait?”

“Yes.” The admission feels vulnerable somehow. “I liked…not being in control. Not having to think.”

“What else do you like?”

The question hangs between us, loaded with possibility.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’ve never really explored this stuff. Parker was very vanilla.”

“Vanilla’s not bad.”

“No. But this?” I gesture between us. “This is better. Natural. Makes me stay out of my head.”

“We could explore more,” he suggests carefully. “If you want. Find out what you like. What makes you feel good.”

“What do you like?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Honestly? I like being in charge. Making you beg for it. Hearing you call me sir.” He pauses. “But I also like this. After. Holding you. Making sure you’re okay.”

“I’m more than okay.” I snuggle closer, feeling brave. “I like it when you’re rough with me. When you pull my hair. When you tell me I’m taking your cock so well.”

He makes a strangled sound. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m going to get hard again, and I think we’ve traumatized the reindeer enough for one night.”

I laugh, glancing toward the barn below, where Arrietty and the others are presumably sleeping. “You think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard. We’re going to have some explaining to do in the morning.”

The thought should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Nothing about this feels shameful, just right in a way I’ve never experienced.

“Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For the mind-blowing sex?” He grins. “You’re welcome.”

“No. Well, yes. But also—” I struggle to find the right words. “For making me feel safe enough to let go. I’ve never done that before.”