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His groan was so deep, so guttural, he knew he should be ashamed of himself. “I’m embarrassingly close,” he hissed. Then grabbed her wrist before she could do any further damage.

Giving her a quick tug, he led her through to the kitchen, slammed the door shut—Jack was not going to witness his humiliation—sat on a chair and indicated for her to straddle him.

“We’re not having sex.” He said the words more for himself than for her.

“I know.” She draped her arms around his shoulders and rubbed herself over him, the thin material of her leggings making the slide easy. And ensuring he felt her heat, even through his jeans. “God, Luke, that feels so good.” She rubbed again, her eyes fluttering closed. “You’re so big, so hard.” His dick responded to the flattery and she let out a long, pleasure filled moan. “I don’t think sex could feel much better than this.”

Jesus, he didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t, because he’d be done for. Instead he focused on rocking his hips up to meet her, on fisting his hands into her mass of curls and angling her head so he could plunder her mouth to the same rhythm.

“How close are you?” He grunted a while later, rolling his hips, his control hanging by a thread.

“So close,” she breathed. “So, so close.”

He clasped her face and kissed her again, hips continuing to thrust against her heat. It wasn’t what he dreamed about, his dick strangled in his jeans, separated from her by two layers of clothing, but by God even this, dry humping Anna on her kitchen chair, felt so much more than he’d ever had.

He wanted to ask her to take off her top, but he also wanted to keep kissing her, keep rocking against the heat of her core. She made a whimpering noise, her breathing picking up pace, and he knew stopping now would hurt them both so he continued to simulate with his tongue what he wanted to do with other parts of his body. Thrusting in and out of the moist heat of her mouth, tasting her from every angle. Owning her with possessive strokes.

Her hands fisted his shirt and she moaned into his mouth. “Luke.”

He bit into her lower lip. She let out one long, pleasure filled groan and cried out his name.

He followed her over the cliff, his whole body shuddering with hers as they slowly came back to earth.

“Christ Anna.” With a deep inhale, he rested his forehead to hers. “You’ve made me come in my pants like a damn teenager.”

“Umm.” She feathered kisses across his face and it felt so right, yet in his heart he knew this was so wrong.

He didn’t deserve her affection, wasn’t worthy of her kisses.

“I need to clean up.” Slowly he rose, lifting her with him before gently letting her feet slide to the floor.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of making dinner.” She gave him a smile so full of everything Anna—sweetness, a hint of sultry, a glint of mischief—it caused his heart to somersault.

Yes, he sure as hell didn’t deserve what he’d just had, but he could at least give her something. Even if it was only mac and cheese.

December 21st

Finally, the snow had decided to fall. It wasn’t a significant dumping, but enough to give the park they’d driven through a magical Christmas feel.

As the truck pulled up outside the outdoor center, the entrance ablaze with Christmas lights wrapped around trees, Anna snuck another peek at Luke, at the large hands that still gripped the steering wheel.

“Luke, are you nervous?”

“No.” He exhaled and stared back at the wooden building in front of them, icicle lights hanging from the snow-covered roof. “It just feels weird being back when I no longer work here.”

Predictably, the advent calendar today had read visit Luke’s work.

Of course Colin hadn’t known his friend had given up his place of work to be with him in that last month.

“You might come back though?” She asked.

He made a non-committal noise in his throat and reached for the door handle. “Let’s get this done.”

He’d been fine this morning, relaxed in the kitchen as he’d told her to sit down while he made her coffee. Then pointed to the very chair they’d . . . enjoyed last night and watched, with heavily lidded eyes, as she’d slipped onto it.

Her skin heated at the memory of his rock-hard bulge pressed exactly where she’d wanted it. So thick, so perfectly right for what she’d needed. Now that she’d felt him through denim though, she wanted to feel him with nothing in her way. Nothing to prevent her fingers sliding round him, absorbing his heat, feeling him pulsate.

“Stop it, Anna.”