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was parked on one side of the tree adjusting a garland, and Jared stood on the other. They each fished ornaments out of a large box in the middle of the floor. Dame lay contentedly at their feet.
“We decided we should have a tree,” Ethan said matter-of-factly.
“O-OK. How did you get it in the house?”
“We improvised.”
“Where’d you get the decorations?”
Ethan looked down at the glass orb in his hand. “They belonged to my mother. Now, grab some ornaments. I did the bottom, Jared did the middle, and you get to do the top. For obvious reasons.”
Dame got to her feet, did a stretching bow, and waltzed to the door. Sarah made a move to let her out and froze in her tracks. She watched in amazement as Dame pawed a tennis ball hanging from the doorknob, stood back while the door popped open, and took off outside. Sarah raised a finger to point at the door.
“Oh yeah, Jared made that,” Ethan said casually. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“That might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Just as she was about to go and close the door, Dame came back inside, turned around, and pushed it to with her nose.
“Okay, that is definitely the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. You taught her to do this?”
Jared grinned.
After they finished decorating the tree and scrounged up some dinner, the three of them popped popcorn and settled in front of the fire, like a family. Only they didn’t look like any family Sarah had ever known. It was more like one out of some kind of holiday movie. And if something seems too good to be true…
A phone ringing broke up the moment, and Sarah was grateful when Jared asked if he could stay the night at a friend’s house. Things had gotten entirely too comfortable, entirely too quickly. She didn’t have the faintest idea what to do about it. The ride to Jared’s friend’s house should have given her a chance to clear her head, but Jared spent the whole time prattling on about how much fun he’d had all day with Ethan. He was already attached. What would it do to him if this didn’t turn out well?
What was she going to do? The more time she spent with Ethan, the more her willpower waned. Every time she made up her mind to pull back, something happened that pulled her in even deeper. It would probably be easier to end things if she actually wanted things to end.
Ethan had turned down the lights and lit a few candles while she was gone. Two glasses of red wine rested on the coffee table, and he’d positioned himself on a huge fuzzy blanket in front of the hearth. Warm tones came from a record player behind the sofa. She could feel her resolve dwindling. She couldn’t think straight like this. Tomorrow. She’d figure things out tomorrow. She was an addict, and he’d become her fix.
“What’s all this?”
“I get you all to myself tonight. I didn’t want to waste it.”
“What’d you have in mind?”
She stepped closer, and he yanked her down on top of him. He reached up and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair so the strands hung loose.
“This.” His hands slipped around her neck. She leaned in for a kiss. Parting his lips with her own, letting her tongue lap lazily along the inside of his mouth, she savored the sweet red-wine taste of him.
She ran her tongue along his jaw and nipped at his earlobe, quite pleased when she felt his cock fatten between her legs. Strong fingers massaged her thighs, and her hips rocked against him. Exquisite friction sent a wave of heat right to her groin. One by one, she undid the buttons of his shirt. His bare chest beckoned her, and she trailed kisses over the warm expanse of skin. His nipples popped to attention, and she curled her lips around first the left, then the right.
The fire crackled behind her, and she rose up and ripped her top off, eager to feel the heat of it on her back. That devilish smirk tugged at the corners of Ethan’s mouth. He was enjoying the show. He hadn’t seen anything yet.
Sarah slid both
“We decided we should have a tree,” Ethan said matter-of-factly.
“O-OK. How did you get it in the house?”
“We improvised.”
“Where’d you get the decorations?”
Ethan looked down at the glass orb in his hand. “They belonged to my mother. Now, grab some ornaments. I did the bottom, Jared did the middle, and you get to do the top. For obvious reasons.”
Dame got to her feet, did a stretching bow, and waltzed to the door. Sarah made a move to let her out and froze in her tracks. She watched in amazement as Dame pawed a tennis ball hanging from the doorknob, stood back while the door popped open, and took off outside. Sarah raised a finger to point at the door.
“Oh yeah, Jared made that,” Ethan said casually. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“That might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Just as she was about to go and close the door, Dame came back inside, turned around, and pushed it to with her nose.
“Okay, that is definitely the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. You taught her to do this?”
Jared grinned.
After they finished decorating the tree and scrounged up some dinner, the three of them popped popcorn and settled in front of the fire, like a family. Only they didn’t look like any family Sarah had ever known. It was more like one out of some kind of holiday movie. And if something seems too good to be true…
A phone ringing broke up the moment, and Sarah was grateful when Jared asked if he could stay the night at a friend’s house. Things had gotten entirely too comfortable, entirely too quickly. She didn’t have the faintest idea what to do about it. The ride to Jared’s friend’s house should have given her a chance to clear her head, but Jared spent the whole time prattling on about how much fun he’d had all day with Ethan. He was already attached. What would it do to him if this didn’t turn out well?
What was she going to do? The more time she spent with Ethan, the more her willpower waned. Every time she made up her mind to pull back, something happened that pulled her in even deeper. It would probably be easier to end things if she actually wanted things to end.
Ethan had turned down the lights and lit a few candles while she was gone. Two glasses of red wine rested on the coffee table, and he’d positioned himself on a huge fuzzy blanket in front of the hearth. Warm tones came from a record player behind the sofa. She could feel her resolve dwindling. She couldn’t think straight like this. Tomorrow. She’d figure things out tomorrow. She was an addict, and he’d become her fix.
“What’s all this?”
“I get you all to myself tonight. I didn’t want to waste it.”
“What’d you have in mind?”
She stepped closer, and he yanked her down on top of him. He reached up and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair so the strands hung loose.
“This.” His hands slipped around her neck. She leaned in for a kiss. Parting his lips with her own, letting her tongue lap lazily along the inside of his mouth, she savored the sweet red-wine taste of him.
She ran her tongue along his jaw and nipped at his earlobe, quite pleased when she felt his cock fatten between her legs. Strong fingers massaged her thighs, and her hips rocked against him. Exquisite friction sent a wave of heat right to her groin. One by one, she undid the buttons of his shirt. His bare chest beckoned her, and she trailed kisses over the warm expanse of skin. His nipples popped to attention, and she curled her lips around first the left, then the right.
The fire crackled behind her, and she rose up and ripped her top off, eager to feel the heat of it on her back. That devilish smirk tugged at the corners of Ethan’s mouth. He was enjoying the show. He hadn’t seen anything yet.
Sarah slid both
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