Trapped With His Boss For Christmas
Brayan asks, his big round eyes widening as he pleads, and there’s no way I’m saying no to that.
“Fine,” I tell him. This is the last of the Christmas decor anyway, so he can get to put it up.
I hand him the flower, pick him up to give him some added height, and I direct him to hang the mistletoe over the door knocker.
“WOW! It’s so nice and pretty. This is where kisses happen right?” Brayan asks innocently, and I nod. He turns to face me, malice glinting in his baby eyes, and already knowing that he’s about to ask when I’ll kiss a girl here, I attack him with a ton of kisses. Since he’s in my arms, there’s really nothing else for him to do other than twist in my grasp.
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