The Mistletoe Kisser - Lucy Score Page 0,91
between her breasts, anchoring her to a hard body. Dawn was breaking outside the windows, and it was still snowing.
It was Christmas Eve, and she was waking up naked under a Christmas tree next to her former one-night stand.
“Magic,” she whispered.
Ryan grumbled something into her hair, and she smiled to herself.
“Stop poking me in the face,” he said sleepily.
“I’m not poking you in the face.”
They both looked up. Perched on the couch cushion above them was a fat orange cat glaring down at them.
“Hi, Hans,” Sammy yawned.
“Oh, thank God,” Ryan murmured. “There really is a third cat.”
She snickered as the orange ninja vanished above them. “You were willing to commit to me for a year when you thought I had an imaginary cat friend?”
“That’s how into you I am, Sparkle. Don’t forget it.”
Sammy rubbed her eyes and stretched luxuriously. Ryan’s arms belted around her again, pulling her back against his heat, his hardness. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Her smile was so wide it hurt her face. “Absolutely nowhere,” she promised.
“Good. We can start establishing a morning routine,” he said, nestling his erection against her behind.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she sighed happily.
“Neither one of us is allowed to come to our senses,” he insisted.
She laughed. “Do we have to tell the Beautification Committee?”
“First, you have to explain to me exactly what the Beautification Committee is because they seem less about maintaining common spaces and more about meddling in love lives,” he told her.
“You just answered your own question.”
“I don’t see how they could take credit for us. They wanted to match you with my idiot cousin. Technically, you’re being very rebellious right now.” He rolled her on to her back.
“Mmm. I like being a rebel,” she said, taking his lower lip between her teeth.
He groaned his approval.
The knock at the door startled them apart.
“Ow!” Ryan held a hand to his lip.
She winced. “Sorry.”
“Whoever is at your door is the one who’s going to be sorry,” he growled.
She jumped up and wrapped a fuzzy blanket around herself.
Ryan rose and snatched a Merry Kiss This pillow from the floor and held it in front of his hard cock.
She gaped at him. “You are not going anywhere near my door like that,” she hissed as he stalked toward the front door.
“Our door, Sam. And whoever it is deserves what they get for showing up unannounced at seven-thirty in the morning on Christmas Eve.”
She made a run for the door but tripped over Holly. The cat shook her jingle bell collar in derision.
Ryan yanked open the door.
Ellery stood on the front porch in a gray plaid cape trimmed with faux black fur. She cocked her head and took in the view. Her purple lips curved. “High five, Sammy!” She held up a skull gloved hand.
Sammy felt a little like high fiving the entire town and obliged… promptly losing her grip on the blanket.
Ryan grabbed it and tucked it back in place.
“We’re about to have sex. This better be good,” he announced.
Ellery clapped her hands in glee. “See? We totally needed a town grump! Everyone is going to love you. I am so excited this worked out.”
Sammy put herself in front of Ryan, who looked like he was ready to slam the door in Ellery’s face.
“This didn’t work out,” Sammy reminded her. “You got the wrong Ryan.”
“Oh, sure we did,” Ellery said with a wink. “Silly us! Anyway, I wanted to give you both your Christmas present in person.” She held out a flat package wrapped in black paper with a silver-and-black bow.
With more than a little reticence, Sammy accepted it.
“Ellery, go away,” Ryan insisted.
“Not until you open your gift,” she said firmly. “It’s the least we could do since you pulled your accountant magic and filed that audit extension for the town.”
“You did?” Sammy asked.
“It was one dumb form,” he said dryly. “Blue Moon has three months to compile the reporting to the state with no penalties if everything is in order.”
“I can’t believe you did that for us,” Sammy said.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m a hero,” he said. “Now open this damn thing so we can get back to being alone and almost having sex.” Ryan slipped his fingers in the seam of the wrapping paper and shredded it open.
When the gift came into view, Sammy nearly dropped it. “Oh God.”
“It’s your very own Beautification Committee Nude Calendar,” Ellery said proudly. “We’ve raised almost $800,000 so far. Just imagine the matchmaking resources we can afford now.”
Sammy was imagining, and it made her feel