Page 44 of Miss Christmas

“You’re going to have to stop kissing me like that,” I mumble against her mouth. “Or the tree will remain bare for the rest of the year.”

Merry laughs and moves back slightly, her hair tumbling around her shoulders as I gaze at her.

“What did you ask me to come here for, Mr Charmer?”

Her voice is coy and seductive, and I can’t help but chuckle when I look at the tree behind her.

“To decorate the tree with me,” I admit, my finger tracing her jawline as she nods. “Because youareChristmas, Merry. You’re magical and beautiful. You’re good and pure…”

“And?” Merry asks innocently.

“Fucking sexy,” I growl, and she giggles, pressing her mouth against mine.

“So, you like me?” She asks when we break apart, biting her lip as she looks up at me.

“Yeah, I do.” I grin, realising that it feels a lot deeper than that.

But one step at a time.

“I like you, too,” Merry murmurs. “But then I always have.”

“Have you now?”

She colours then, groaning when I smirk against her jawline.

“You’re going to have to tell meallabout that, Merry.”

“Alright, on one condition,” she says, gazing into my eyes.

“Anything,” I answer honestly, knowing I can’t ignore my feelings for this woman anymore.

“We decorate the tree first.”