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Page 9 of A Little Christmas Caper

Taking pity on her, Nick smiled. “I appreciate the offer. But I’m just really not all that tech savvy.”

“But see, that’s the thing, you don’t have to be! We do all that for you and—”

“Allison Rae McClane, if you say one more word about work, I am going to find a corner for you to go stick your nose in.”

Allison sighed heavily, but she glanced up at him through her lashes with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I get carried away sometimes.”

The urge to pick her up and cuddle her was so strong, he physically had to grip the table to keep his hands off of her. What the hell was wrong with him? “It’s okay. I get that way sometimes, too.”

“Ugh, tell me about it.” Across the table, Sadie rolled her eyes. “Don’t get him started on the different types of Christmas trees, or we’ll be here all night.”

“She’s right.” He sent Sadie a wink before focusing his attention back on Allie. “So… McClane, huh? Did you get a lot ofDie Hardjokesas a kid?”

“So many.” Allison added her own eye roll. “And Michelle has already informed me that when we get married, she’s taking my name, becauseDie Hardis her favorite Christmas movie. Sometimes I think it’s the only reason she puts up with me.”

“I put up with you because you’re adorable, and you have an incredibly spankable ass.” Lifting her wine glass to her lips, Michelle grinned. “The last name is just a bonus.”

Smart, sexy, and amazing taste in movies? It figured fate would dangle the perfect woman right in front of him, only to make her completely off-limits.

And then there was cute, funny, bubbly Allison on his other side. Equally as perfect, in her own way. And equally as off-limits

Fate really was a fickle bitch.

Chapter 4

Michelle

“So… what did you think of the Christmas Tree Man?”

Rolling her eyes at Allie’s teasing, Michelle hip-bumped her, sending her stumbling into the wall. They’d both had enough alcohol to make it seem like the funniest thing in the whole damn world, and the hall filled with their liquor-laced laughter.

When she regained her composure, Allie sent her a look that clearly demanded she fess up. Accepting that she wouldn’t give up until she had an answer, Michelle sighed. “He’s nice.”

“Nice, funny, smokin’ hot.” Allie waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “You should see if he wants to play.”

Even though that was the whole reason she was here, and Nick was one hundred percent her type from what she’d seen so far, she wasn’t quite ready to go down that road. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Start with Master Derek. I hear he’s great at matching people up.”

“I don’t need to be ‘matched up’.” They’d reached their room, and as soon as the door shut behind them, Michelle had Allie backed up against the solid wood. “I have my perfect match already, babygirl.”

“Well, yeah.” Breathless, wide eyed, Allie licked her lips. “I just meant like, for a play partner. I bet Master Derek knows if you’d be a good match for that.”

“Maybe.” Wanting to be done with the conversation, Michelle lowered her head, capturing Allie’s sweet, pouty lips with her own. With a soft, pleased hum, Allie wrapped her arms around Michelle’s neck and surrendered to the kiss.

It was moments like this she truly loved Allie’s submission. The spankings and the discipline fed something inside of both of them, something their relationship needed to thrive. But it was these moments of sweet, simple surrender she craved from her girl.

“We should get ready for bed, babygirl.”

“Definitely.” Allie grinned up at her, dreamy and a little drunkenly, but there was a familiar hunger in her eyes that instantly had Michelle wanting more than just a kiss.

They moved through their usual nighttime routine, washing off makeup, brushing teeth. All the while touching, teasing, exchanging stolen kisses every few moments. Out of an unspoken agreement, neither bothered with pajamas even though they’d continued the tradition they’d started as a gag in college and ordered matching sets for the holidays.

By the time they slipped under the covers, teasing touches had turned needy and demanding. It was hours before they finally collapsed together, sweat-soaked and satiated, and drifted off to sleep tangled in each other’s arms.

Nick

“So, what did you think?”