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She resumed organizing the decorations — which were genuinely amazing — while her mind kept turning.

If she thought she could get away with it, she’d call Izzy for advice.

Sage snorted softly, imagining how that conversation would go.

Hey Izzy? Yeah it’s me… umm, question: How do I get Cal to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk the next day? What’s that, sis? My “boundaries?” Ha!

She laughed quietly, then bit her lip.

She glanced over at Cal again, then at the massive tree, thinking about the perfect fairytale day she’d had.

Yeah…a fairy tale…only I’m stuck in a fucking Disney fairy tale when I want to be in a smutty fairy tale. Hmm, smutty fairy tales…okay, mental note to look into that.

She sighed as she picked up some more ornaments.

This is ridiculous. I should just…get naked. He’d probably get the picture.

She looked up as she heard Cal laugh and she smiled as her heart did little flips of joy.

“What? I need to lay everything out!” She said humorously as her mind continued to plan.

He smiled at her, his shaggy hair and firelight on his skin making her rub her thighs together.

“Umm sweetheart, don’t you want to go shower and change?”

No, but I do want your babies.

Instead she mumbled some excuse and kept sorting decorations as Cal settled onto the couch and closed his eyes with a small, peaceful smile.

Hmm maybe that’s not the worst idea. I mean no clothes should make it pretty obvious right?

Summoning her courage, Sage stood up.

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights painted warm gold across her skin as she reached behind herself, fingers trembling just slightly at the zipper. She took her time, drawing the moment out like a held breath.

The fabric whispered as it loosened, the sleek black dress sliding down her shoulders with a slow, silky caress. It caught for a heartbeat on the generous swell of her breasts before she gave a gentle shrug, letting it spill lower. Cool cabin air rushed in, kissing her newly bared skin and instantly pulling her nipples into tight, aching peaks. A visible shiver rolled through her from the nape of her neck all the way down the elegant line of her spine.

She kept going, pushing the dress over the wide, womanly flare of her hips. The material clung lovingly for one last second to the soft, full curve of her ass before it pooled at her feet in a dark shimmer. Sage stepped out of it carefully, the movement making her thick thighs brush together with a faint, intimate sound.

Then she looked back at him.

And waited. And waited some more.

Come on daddy, look at me!

Finally, exasperated and amused, she grabbed an ornament and stretched high on her tiptoes to place it on an upper branch, arching her back so her thick, curvy ass thrust out invitingly.

“Cal? Can you help me reach that?”

“Good God Almighty…”

Finally! Okay… be cool.

“Seriously Cal, you’re taking forever. Help me up!”

She glanced back and was rewarded with the most delicious expression on his face — shock, love, and pure, raw lust.

Yes! Okay baby… come on…