“Well, this tree isn’t gonna assemble itself, now is it?”
“Wait,” Ellyn insists.
I watch as she heads over to the television remote that’s sitting on the coffee table and turns the TV on. She pulls up one of those faceless scene channels that plays a Christmas music playlist.
“One more thing.” She drops the remote back onto the table and turns the lights low. “Now the mood is set,” she says, before throwing her hands over her head, snapping her fingers, and swaying her hips to the upbeat music.
I don’t know whether to join in the dancing or continue to stand there and watch her. I love watching her in motion, shaking her shoulders at me and teasing me with the sexiest looks I’ve ever seen.
But Ellyn leaves me no choice when she shimmies over to me and then bumps my hip with hers.
“You almost made me tumble,” I complain, lying.
“Then you need to work on your balance,” she throws back. “You should come with me to Pilates to improve. I’m going to get my teacher certification.”
“Is that right?” I ask at the same time I begin to circle her in time with the music.
“That’s right. And if you’re a good boy, I may even give you a discount.” She winks at me and it’s as if I don’t even have a choice but to pull her into me.
The next thing I know my body is pressed against Ellyn, trapping her between the wall and me with one arm around her hip and the other arm perched against the wall.
“Mr. Townsend, we’re supposed to be decorating the tree,” she says in the most sensual voice I’ve ever heard.
My dick grows hard in my jeans, making them just this side of uncomfortable.
“We’ll get to that, Ms. Chamberland,” I say with my lips brushing against hers.
A low moan erupts from her throat, and that’s when I steal a taste from the lips that’ve been taunting me ever since I pulled away from the first kiss I gave her this evening.
“You taste magical,” I say, my voice sounding foreign to my ears.
Ellyn runs her hand along my face, feeling the hairs of my five o’clock shadow.
“Come with me to Montana,” I hear myself say. I hadn’t planned on asking her to come with me. In fact, ever since I got the call earlier today from Micah that his family probably wouldn’t make it, I’d decided to cancel the trip altogether.
I’d only put off making the call to Gerry because I dreaded the thought of not going this year. Not after so many years of it becoming an integral part of my holiday season.
It’s only right now, as I stand here watching Ellyn watching me with stars in her eyes, I know the real reason I never made that call. While I’ll miss my kids on the trip, I don’t want to cancel it.
I want to take Ellyn with me.
“What’s in Montana?”
I explain to her about the residence I half own up there and about the annual trip I make during this time.
“It’s part business but mostly vacation time in the beautiful, snowcapped mountains of Montana.”
“And you want me to join you?”
“I want nothing more than for you to come with me,” I confess.
“Okay, then. I would love to be your date in the Montana mountains.”
Her laughter is smothered when my lips capture hers again. I lose track of time kissing her. And when Ellyn wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her, I can’t imagine letting her go.
We kiss and rub our bodies against one another for a ridiculous amount of time before finally separating at Ellyn’s insistence.
“We are getting this tree finished before the end of the night,” she says through kiss-swollen lips.
