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I smiled shyly at my not so secret desire anymore. THE END Thank you for reading to the end. I would be very happy to see a 1-2 sentences review with your opinion on the story. Stay safe! P.S.: If you are hungry for more stories like this - please, check my new book /not edited yet/ with the scent of cinnamon and warm Christmas mood: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000002078/null/You-want-to-be-mine Or this new steamy story /not edited yet/ about a shameless girl and her many dates:

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

“Damon, he'll see.” Daniel hurried up on hearing us and closed the door behind him. “He's gone.” She shook her head at me and I placed my lips on hers, kissing her passionately. She pulled back slowly. “Promise me, you'll not reject my gifts,” I asked her. Her eyes dimmed. “Thank you, Damon. For everything. I don't know how to repay your kindness.” “You can't,” I replied. “But look here. I really need something from you. I need your help with this,” I said and stepped back, showing her my bulge.

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

I looked at him coldly. "Leaving? The first thing you say when you wake up is to kick me out?" Noah raised his voice. His chest heaved violently, whether from anger or hurt, I couldn't tell. "Noah, what right do you have to question me?" "On Christmas Day, you left me alone in that room for Heidi. On the way back from the banquet, you threw your feverish fiancee on the side of the road to go save Heidi. "You left me behind again and again. You broke my heart again and again. So what's wrong with me asking you to leave now?"

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

“Answer him. We have to keep things normal. But tell him you’re busy.” I typed back: “Thanks, Brady. I’m okay. Maybe coffee later this week? Got a lot going on today.” Brady replied quickly: “Sounds good. Take care of yourself, Cassandra. I’m here if you need me.” Alexander read it and pulled me closer. “He’s a good guy. I hate that he’s in love with you, but I get why. You’re impossible not to love.” I smiled despite everything. “Flattery won’t get you out of the doghouse completely.”

The knock on my hotel room door came just after midnight. I’d barely gotten my tie off after the long reception when I opened it to find Damien standing there, still in his wedding suit, looking wrecked and determined. “Damien? What the hell… are you okay?” He pushed inside without waiting, kicking the door shut behind him. His hands were on me instantly, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss that tasted like whiskey and need. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed against my mouth, voice rough. “All night. During the toasts. The dances. Even when I was cutting that fucking cake. I had to see you.”

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h