On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,28

popped the top button on my jeans with a huge relieved sigh.

I flopped back on the bed, my arms and legs spread wide. I eyed him and offered magnanimously, “I’ve had a lot of food but if you don’t jiggle me too much you can have your wicked way with me.”

Braden laughed, strolling slowly over to the bed, peeling his coat off and placing it on a nearby chair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stopped directly above me. “I think that’s possibly the sexiest offer I’ve ever gotten.”

I grunted at his sarcasm. “Look, this elf is almost done for the day so if you want me to fly the North Pole before I fall asleep it’s got to be now.”

He laughed even harder, almost choking on it as he reached up and pulled the zip down on my jeans. I felt him tug them from the hem of each leg. He whipped them off with practiced efficiency.

I raised my arms to him with a sleepy smile and he slid his arms under me, picking me up and pulling the bedcovers down in one smooth motion. Gently he rested me back on the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.

Confused, I watched through blurry eyes as he began to undress. “No flying the North Pole?”

Braden grinned. “Not tonight, babe.”

“I’m not sexy?”

“You’re always sexy. You’re also drunk and stuffed full. I don’t think you can take any more.”

“But I want another stocking filler.” My eyes drifted shut and I felt the bed move as Braden slid in beside me, his arm coming around my waist to pull me close.

“It’s Boxing Day tomorrow. I’ll give you four stocking fillers,” he promised.

My eyes popped open. “By stocking fillers we mean orgasms right?”

His breath huffed on my neck. “Right.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, snuggling against him. “Best. Day. Ever.”

Braden made a low sound of agreement as his lips brushed my shoulder. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

9

Cam’s POV - The Party

DOWN LONDON ROAD

So much for breaking things off, Cam thought sourly as he pretended to listen to one of Becca’s pretentious friends.

After the moment in his kitchen with Jo, the feel of her skin on his tongue, the warm press of her body against his, he’d been determined to have more. To have it all. No matter what lies Jo tried to tell herself.

First on the agenda was to break up with Becca but his resolve had wavered when he got to her flat and saw how excited she was to see him. Fuck, it was her birthday. He couldn’t break up with her on her birthday.

He’d give her tonight and then he’d break it off tomorrow.

With that in mind Cam planned to avoid his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend until then. He didn’t want to lead her on but he also didn’t want her to realize there was something up. It was one messed up situation.

He was nodding along, not really paying attention to a guy who kept talking about money, when the hair on his neck rose. Bloody well sensing her, that was how attuned he was to her, Cam turned his head and caught sight of Jo walking into the party on Malcolm’s arm.

The breath whooshed out of him as he took her in.

She wasn’t dressed how she usually dressed for her older, wealthy boyfriend. Gone were the designer dresses. She wore a tight mini-skirt that showed off her long, fantastic fucking legs, a pair of casual winter boots, a printed T-shirt and a fur jacket.

She looked her age. Urban. Sexy. And totally Jo.

He had to wonder at the change because she certainly wasn’t dressing up for Malcolm in that get-up.

“Cam! Come say hello!” Becca shouted over to him and he realized his girlfriend had been talking to the couple and he was so busy staring at Jo he hadn’t even noticed.

Fuck.

Approaching them with an ugly burn of jealousy in his gut, Cam felt that jealousy darken to anger as Malcolm murmured something against Jo’s lips that made her giggle in a way that was fake. He fucking hated that fucking fake giggle.

If she was his, Jo would never have to fake anything ever again in order to keep him by her side. He wanted her for who she really was and it pissed him off that money could mean more to her than that. It pissed him off that he could care about someone who would put money before what really mattered.

Shit!

“Uh hullo, need a room much?” Becca chuckled as