She took a deep breath. “Okay. Dinner. Sure. I think I can handle that.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Frank knocked on the Harrises’ front door. Anticipating his punctual arrival, Ivan and Jeremy had arrived at five thirty. Kaylie felt nervous when she saw Frank standing in the front doorway.
She also felt her nether regions throb at the memory of their hot sex.
Fuck!
He stepped in, looking worried, his eyes never leaving her. “Hi, Kaylie,” he hesitantly said. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about last night.”
She nodded and pointed up. She was standing under a sprig of mistletoe fastened in the doorway. “Let’s start with this and see where we get.”
Before she finished her sentence, he’d raced across the room, taken her into his arms, and kissed her.
Without a will of their own, her arms encircled him as she closed her eyes and savored his taste, his scent.
He purred.
Something inside her broke free and melted. “Yes,” she whispered, not understanding why she’d suddenly lost her mind. “I want you.”
He scooped her up and headed to the guest bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
The others stood there, stunned, then laughing as the muffled sounds of rough, animalistic sex filtered through the closed door.
“Well,” Jeremy said. “I guess Frank got his Christmas wish a little early this year.”
THE END
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