Page 102 of The Christmas Trap

"Only you," she sighs.

I press small kisses up her throat, to her lips, and sip from her mouth. A long, deep, drugging kiss that makes my head spin and has her panting. It urges my cock to full mast. "Fuck." I press my forehead into hers. "I can’t get enough of you."

She frames my face with her hands. "Me neither."

"Good thing we’re not going anywhere for the next few days."

"What do you mean?"

I turn my head to the window, and she follows my gaze. It’s snowing. White powdery flakes are coming down so hard; they obscure the lake and the hills we were able to see earlier.

"Whoa, it’s a snowstorm?"

"Didn’t think it’d come down quite that thick." I slide from the bed, pull off the condom with care, tie it up, and drop it in the bin.

I hold my hand out to her. She takes it, and I pull her to her feet. "We have enough food to last us for at least a week."

"Aren’t we expected back for the new year?"

I shake my head. "Gramps made it clear I should take as long as I need."

"As long as you need for what?"

I allow myself a small smile. "To convince you to become CEO of the company."

33

Lark

Oh my God. Oh my God.My heart is racing so hard, I’m sure it’s going to break through my rib cage. He offered me the CEO job.

He offeredmemy dream job. Surely, this can’t be happening. Am I dreaming?

But no. Taking in the soft smile on his face and the seriousness in his eyes, I know, he means in.

But why?

"Are you sure? You’ve been running this company for the past two years. You turned it around. Made it more than profitable. And now you want me to take over?"

After he dropped that bombshell on me, I pulled on one of his sweatshirts and he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants with a T-shirt before he led me down to the kitchen.

I mourned that he was covering up his physique, but damn, did he fill out a black T-shirt in a way that lit that fire in myveins all over again.

I offered to cook us an early dinner, and he pulled out a bottle of red from the wine collection in the cellar. He pours it into two glasses, walks over and hands me one.

“Remember what you said in your interview?” He looks into my eyes.

“That I wanted to be CEO.” I take the glass from him. “And I stand by it. But to do it so soon? I don’t feel ready.”

He cups my cheek. “I didn’t feel ready when Arthur asked me to be CEO either. But that didn’t stop me.”

“And you did an amazing job too.”

“Thank you.” He holds my gaze. "It’s been two years since I took over the position. The company has a healthy bottom line. It’s poised for the next leap of growth."

Needing to put distance between us as I think about what he’s saying, I step back, so he has to lower his hand.

Buying some more time, I take a sip of my wine, then place the glass down. "You’ve done the hard work in growing the company thus far. You should be in charge of the next round of expansion.”