She caught her lip in her teeth and looked up at me from under her eyelashes. I pulled her closer then leaned in to press my mouth to hers. Merrie melted into the kiss. Her fingers clenched on the lapels of my suit.
Oh yeah, she wants me.I smiled against her mouth then kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I want to taste your pussy.”
She turned red from her cheeks down to her cleavage.
If we weren’t standing in front of all these people, I would have pushed her sweater up and sucked on her tits. Instead, I settled for kissing her again, harder, letting my tongue slip into her mouth, giving her a preview of what I would do between her legs.
Merrie was breathing hard when I released her.
“We’re probably going to sell out in a few hours,” she said, adjusting her clothes, “if you still need help with your tree.”
“It is a big tree.”
“I can handle it.”
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Merrie
“You are not going to sit here and bake cookies instead of hooking up with your hot billionaire,” Bettina scolded me after we had sent the last cookie out the shop door. I flipped the sign to Closed and waved apologetically to the people who knocked on the glass.
I yawned. I was exhausted. I had been up the last few nights baking. And there were still two weeks until Christmas.
Olivia handed me a cup of coffee, and I took a grateful sip.
My aunt handed me a box of condoms.
“They’re magnum size,” she said while I choked on my coffee. It dribbled down my chin.
“I’m not leaving you all here alone,” I said, wiping at the coffee on my chin.
“I am here to live vicariously through you,” Olivia said.
“And I’ve been laid more in the last week than you have in a year, and it’s actually pretty pathetic,” Bettina said, pursing her mouth.
“It’s not like the well has been completely dry,” I said, hauling out a bag of sugar and setting it right onto the counter where Matt had,ahem, frosted my Christmas cookies last night.
Olivia could see it all over my face. She started shrieking, “You guys boinked in the shop.”
“That’s my grandniece!” Aunt Bettina boasted. You get ‘em, girl!”
“It’s not like that,” I hissed. “He was fully clothed, and I was mostly clothed.”
“Boo!”
Aunt Bettina shook her head. “You can’t own a custom sports car and not take it out for a drive. What will people think?”
“What people?” I asked, horrified.
Bettina held up her phone. The page for the Harrogate Facebook group was up, showing a picture of Matt and me. The handsome billionaire looked like he had just stepped out of a luxury men’s wear magazine ad while I looked like I had just woken up from a hard night drinking with Santa’s elves.
“Is that the sweater you found at a thrift store that I told you not to buy?” Olivia asked as she peered at the photo.
“I snuck back and bought it,” I admitted.
“It’s a bit too small for you, dear,” Bettina told me. “No wonder Matt’s eyes are glued to your chest.”
“But definitely wear it tonight,” Olivia urged. “He’ll probably rip you out of it anyway, and then you can solve two problems at once!”
