My T-shirt is completely out of the way, so Lex kisses a nipple before wrapping his lips around the other one and torturing me with soft nibbling.
“Lex, you know we can’t do this,” I protest, purely out of principle.
“Well, I won the ugliest Christmas sweater contest, so I can choose what we do this morning.”
“You won because you got sympathy votes. Your sweater wasn’t even good.”
“What a sore loser you are, freckles. Who did you vote for?”
“Myself.”
His chuckle fans over my belly, below my navel, and something clenches beneath the skin there. Fuck, I’m so close to giving in… “Lex, we’ll do this the day after tomorrow,” I beg.
Although my mind wants to fight him a little more, my body caves in. My hips lift to help him remove my booty shorts and underwear.
“I’m used to having my presents on Christmas morning, not the evening before, Andrea. So, let me open mine, will you?”
Okay, fuck this. I’m not equipped to resist seductive Lex.
“Go lock both doors,” I command.
With a triumphant smile, he jumps out of the bed to comply—the main one first, then the shared bathroom. When he returns, I’ve removed my T-shirt and pushed the covers away. His famished gaze as he crawls back in bed to settle on top of me makes me shiver from head to toe. Fuck, there’s no way I won’t make a sound.
“If you make me scream, Alexander, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Let’s make sure that doesn’t happen, then…”
Something utterly filthy spreads in my brain when he brings my balled-up underwear to my lips, pushing it into my mouth with two domineering fingers. Lex’s eyes darken with need, liking this as much as I do.Jesus fucking Christ…Here’s the Lex no one could ever find cute, no matter how adorable he used to be as a child.
When I don’t remove it, meeting his gaze with determination, he approves with what sounds like a purr. “My filthy girl,” he appreciatively murmurs right before he dives between my legs to drop a kiss over the curly mound.
As he lowers to focus on my eagerly waiting clit, I accept that this is exactly how I wanted to start Christmas morning, despite the settings. Had I won the vote yesterday, I might have introduced Lex to Christmallatio.
I still might, right after he’s done with me. I’m sure he’ll find it very entertaining, too.
Chapter 35
My parents have officially gone mad. The celebration of their thirtieth year of marriage is far,farbigger than they led us to think. It took us yesterday afternoon and all of today to get everything ready for tonight. We had to move furniture around, assemble a massive party tent in the backyard, and cook for almost two hundred people. I’ve been so busy that I’ve barely had time to work on Lex’s riddle, which frustrates me a little. Especially since he won’t give me the solution, no matter how much I beg.
But he helped us the whole time, which made up for it. His genius brain came in very handy with the tent. Whenever I apologized for roping him into this madness, he dismissed it. Apparently, he enjoyed seeing us do all of this ourselves rather than paying people to take care of it—as his family would. We gave him a glimpse into regular people’s lives, and he loved it. Though he disappeared for a couple of hours both afternoons doing God knows what. Maybe he needed breaks from the insanity, after all.
When my mom told me they essentially invited everyone they knew, I was surprised at first by how many of them were coming despite the peak of the holiday season. But when the evening started and guests rolled in, I was suddenly reminded of how legendary my mom’s parties are. No matter the day, no one wants to miss this.
The living room has been turned into a dancing area since the hardwood floors are perfect for it. A sound system blasts Latino classics, which seep through the walls all the way to the neighbors’ houses—but it’s okay because they’re all here. There’s a massive buffet in the dining room, finger food and appetizers covering the table that is pushed against a wall. Chairs are scattered in the spacefor those who need to sit. Adding to everything we cooked, many people came with food and drinks, so there will be leftovers for weeks.
As I look for my boyfriend among the many guests, I notice everyone seems to be having a great time, glasses in hand as they talk, hips swinging with the catchy beats. Only a few couples are dancing, but the living room will be crammed with dancers before the night ends.
Lex was very clear about his inability to dance, and as much as I’d love to make it happen, I’ve pulled him out of his comfort zone far enough. I might get to dance with my dad or a cousin, though.
Lex is still out of sight when I stumble on my mom, who seems overwhelmed with things to do—a downside to her famous parties. “Andrea! Could you go get more sodas from the basement? I sent Rafael ten minutes ago, but he disappeared.”
“That lazy asswipe,” I mutter under my breath.
Abandoning my search for Lex, I head to the basement door instead. When I open it, I jump back a little upon finding someone behind it. Well, two people, actually.
Kate is coming up, holding three bottles of soda, and Rafa’s right behind her, six more bottles tucked under his arms. I move aside to let them out into the hallway, and my brain picks up on a few details I’d rather it didn’t. She’s clearly disheveled, so is he. That, plus the redness of their cheeks and the glimmering in their eyes, explains why it’s been ten minutes since Mom asked.
“Did you guys just—” I start before deciding to put my mental health first. “Actually, no. Don’t tell me. I’d rather not have the confirmation that you two had a quickie.”
