Page 14 of The Naughty List

“Youneedit?” He cocks his head to the side, amusement dancing in his eyes.

For a few seconds, I worry he’s going to pull some big brother crap on me—hold it over my head and make me jump for it or something. I get enough of that from Mikey and Tony. I definitely don’t need it from Jonah.

Thankfully he just shakes his head and starts to hand it back to me.

Until his eyes catch the writing on the back.

“What’s this?” He glances at me then back at the list. “Your Christmas wishlist on here, Rossi?”

“Give it back, Jonah. I’m serious.”Oh God.I can’t breathe.

I reach for it and he steps backward. “Hang on a minute. I need to know what to get you for Christmas.”

His eyebrows shoot up as soon as he makes out the words. His lips move as he reads. I never noticed that before.

I give myself a mental slap for losing sight of what’s important here.

“Adult toys, lingerie, and law breaking?” Jonah nods appreciatively. “Aren’t you a busy little elf this holiday season?”

“Shut up. My sister-in-law wrote that. She thought it would show you that I deserve the job.” I sigh heavily. “You’ve had your fun. Now give it back.”

He hasn’t made it to number six yet.

Please, sweet baby Jesus, don’t let him make it to number six.

“Hang on,” he says, reaching out and keeping me at arm’s length. “What else have we got here?”

“Jonah!” I make a grab for the list, swiping my hand wildly, hoping to at least tear it.

I miss, catching his towel instead.

In one split-second, my entire universe takes a hard left.

Jonah’s towel falls and he is naked, holding a piece of paper that suggests I sit on his face.

All I can do is put my hand over my mouth.

Maybe I should’ve covered my eyes instead, but screw that. That delicious V of his hips leads exactly where I knew it would. To a close-shaved patch of dark hair above Jonah’s thick, jutting cock. It’s not fully hard, but it’s not fully soft either. Meaning this conversation is doing something for him.I’mdoing something for him.

Suddenly I know exactly what I want for Christmas.

“You’re staring, Hollis,” he says evenly.

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t. But now you have. What should we do about that?”

I hear him picking up the towel and wrapping it around his waist again.

“I don’t know,” I say, opening my eyes slowly. “What do you want to do about it?”

My entire body heats to a dangerous degree as blood pumps hard and hot through my core.

Jonah doesn’t answer. He just hands the list to me. It hardly seems to matter now.

“Thanks,” I mumble as I stuff it back into my purse.

“You’re welcome.”