Page 116 of My Favorite Holidate
As I return, a new awareness hits me. Bibi’s a lot like Mac. She likes my fake girlfriend far too much. She likes the possibility of a real romance.
I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. When the holidays end, I’ll be disappointing both of them.
But for tonight I’m going to wrap up Fable like the present she is.
I go to the room.
All thoughts of this ending fall from my head when I see her spread out on the sleigh bed, arms above her head, copper hair fanned out on the white pillows, creamy skin on display, and a very naughty smile coasting across her pretty lips.
And…all those red-and-white stripes on her body.
I drink in the scene.
My fake girlfriend brought sexy lingerie for me. She also turned on the lights to the Christmas tree and flicked on the fireplace. It’s crackling. She’s set the scene and all that’s left is the playlist I made. I take out my phone and hit start. Tinashe fills the room.
Then, I advance toward the woman of my fucking dreams.
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ONLY A BOW
Fable
Never have I ever worn a big, red decorative satin bow and nothing else. Until tonight.
I’m all wrapped up on the sleigh bed, a surprisingly soft ribbon traveling around my back and tied in a big, looping bow under my breasts, boosting them up. My hands rest right under them, crossed together. I can wiggle my fingers, but I can’t move them since Wilder’s tied my wrists together using long ends of the big bow. The material’s thick so it doesn’t dig into my flesh.
My breath comes fast and he hasn’t even touched me. Well, besides to wrap me up. His fingers trailed across my skin the whole time, making me shiver every second. Translation: I’m so ready for him.
He stares wantonly down at me, then licks his lips. “Safe word. We need a safe word.”
I give it some thought, but one comes quickly. I arch my hips slightly as I say, “Rudolph.”
“Perfect.” He tips his forehead to the nightstand. “There are scissors there just in case.”
I’m not worried I’ll need them, but I’m glad he’s prepared. He’s prepared for everything.
Wilder slides off the bed, standing at the foot of it, staring at me and looking hot as fuck. He’s wearing jeans and a cashmere sweater, and he’s so sexy I can barely stand it. Tall, powerful, deliberate.
Everything about him is purposeful. Every move he makes is intentional.
This is a man who knows what he wants, and I’ve never felt so desired as when he stares at me.
He is the opposite of…everything I’ve experienced.
I never felt this way with Brady. I never felt this way with anyone I’ve ever dated. I’ve never felt this kind of fiery gaze. This kind of need. This kind of desire from a man.
A cover list of sexy Christmas tunes plays from his phone as he shakes his head in admiration as he seems to eat me with his eyes. “This,” he begins in a smoky drawl as he regards me, “this is what I asked Santa for.”
A shudder runs down my body. “Me naked on a sleigh bed?”
“Yes. Because I want to unwrap you like the fucking gift you are.”
A wave of heat crashes over me from those words. Wilder doesn’t dirty talk like he’s reading routine filthy lines fed to him from AI. Everything he utters feels like it’s just for me. “I can’t wait,” I say.
“But first I’m going to remind you that you’re my gift. My present.Mine,” he says, as he tugs off his cashmere sweater, revealing a white T-shirt that shows off his muscles and toned chest.
I shiver from the possession in his tone. So single-minded. So certain. “How are you going to remind me?” My voice is feathery. I feel like I’ve been on edge all night, and I don’t think that’s going to end as he yanks off the shirt next, tosses it to the floor and climbs back onto the bed, shirtless and glorious.