Page 43 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

Things I can barely pay attention to with how stuffed my head is from both the alcohol and the hormones.

I tune most of it out, focusing on the marshmallow slowly turning golden.

When it’s perfectly gooey, I hand it off to Jack and then jab a fresh one onto the end, repeating the same steps until mine is also perfectly brown.

I pull it off the stick with my teeth, savoring the sugar as I chew slowly.

“Okay,” I say, licking my fingers clean. “Boring work talk is officially banned. Somebody tell me a ghost story.”

Liam chuckles next to me. “Aghoststory?”

“Yes.” I get up and wander over to him, and without thinking—okay, maybe witha littlethinking—I plop myself right down on his lap. He jumps a little, startled, but his thighs are solid under me. His hands instinctively land on my waist to keep me in place, nearly making me shiver.

“Please?” I tilt my head back to look up at him, giving my best pout.

Reece leans back in his chair with a smirk. “You know what, I’ve got one.”

I turn right around to face him. “Give it to me.”

It starts simple enough: some old local legend about a hunter who went missing in these very woods, as they always do. But as Reece goes on, his voice dips low, almost hypnotically, making the shadows from the fire dance across his face in a strangely mysterious way.

I lean forward, completely hooked. “And then what happened?”

He describes the search party finding claw marks on the trees only a few miles from here and strange footprints in the snow that don’t match any animal.

Liam’s fingers flex on my waist when I jump at one of Reece’s sudden twists, andholy hell, that sends a pulse of heat rocketing between my thighs.

I’m so tempted to roll my hips and ride his leg like a cat in heat.

Needing some kind of friction before I go actually insane, I wiggle in his lap without meaning to, adjusting myself to get comfortable, but the subtle way his grip tightens tells me he feels it too.

Not to mention the subtle bump perking up right under my ass.

By the time Reece gets to the part where the “monster” is stalking the searchers, I’m fully leaning into it, practically clutching Liam’s forearm for dear life while moving every so often to get that jolt of pleasure.

Right as Reece slams his hand down on the armrest for a jump scare, I yelp and then dissolve into giggles.

“You’re evil,” I accuse him, still laughing.

“That’s the point.” He winks.

The more he talks, the more keyed-up I feel. Not just from the story, but from the fact that every time I squirm in excitement, Liam’s hands hold me just a little bit firmer, keeping me locked in place and going nowhere.

I was horny last night over Jack, and now I’ve added Liam to the mix.

Dangerous.

Absolutely dangerous.

When the story wraps up, Liam shifts under me. “Alright, spookfest is over. Bedtime.”

“Aww, no,” I pout. “I’m not tired.”

“Too bad.” He stands, keeping me in his arms despite Jack’s pointed glare.

I laugh, looping my arms around his neck.

“Fine, but I’m not going down without a fight.”