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“Sage…” he croaked, clearing his throat. “Baby… please, for the love of God… put some clothes on.”
She cocked her head, smiling wider, and walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps. Then she climbed straight into his lap, straddling him.
“Daddy,” she whispered hotly against his ear.
His hands stayed rigidly at his sides.
“Don’t you want to look at me?”
He nodded helplessly.
“Then why don’t you?”
“Princess… I think there’s something I have to tell you. Something that might… shock you.”
Sage froze, her expression turning cautious in an instant. Her mind was clearly racing as she seemed to be thinking furiously.
“You’re gay! No… that seems…” She glanced pointedly down at the massive, obvious bulge straining against his pants. “…wrong.”
She thought for another second, then her eyes flashed. “You’re married!”
Cal blinked, then burst out laughing. “What? No! I’m not… why the heck would you think that?”
Sage crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more as she balanced on his lap. “Start talking. I’ll decide how pissed I should be.”
“Okay… but baby girl, could we maybe do this with clothes on? And maybe without you… straddling my lap?”
She smirked and intentionally rolled her hips, grinding against his hardness. Cal moaned low in his throat.
“Nope,” she said sweetly. “Start talking.”
He groaned and covered his face with one hand, quiet for several long seconds. Then he said softly, almost shyly, “I’m a virgin.”
The room went very, very quiet. The only sounds were the crackling fire and the soft old Christmas music playing in the background.
“What did you just say?” Sage whispered, in disbelief leaning in closer.
“I… I’ve never been with anyone.”
Sage looked at him for a long moment, snow falling gently outside the big windows, firelight dancing across their skin.
SAGE
The tree had been the final straw.
Of course that sounded silly, considering she had already thought the same thing after their dance and first kiss — the one that had felt like molten love wrapping straight around her heart. And that had sounded foolish because she’d felt it when she first saw the magical party Cal had thrown for her. Which was absurd, considering she’d said the exact same thing after driving through the glowing Christmas wonderland he’d created on the estate. For her. And of course she had vowed it again after finding shattering pleasure with him in the Jeep while he held her so gently through the most intense orgasm of her life.
I fucking swear… tonight I’m going to love that man so fucking good.
The problem with that plan was two-fold. First, Sage wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it. She knew the basics, and lately every waking and sleeping moment filled her head with vivid images of sinking down onto Cal. But more importantly, Cal himself seemed hesitant.
She watched him bustle around the kitchen in his crisp white shirt, tuxedo pants, and bare feet, making hot chocolate for them.
God, I love him so much.
Pausing with the decorations, she looked down at her own body and frowned. She was pretty sure she affected him just as badly as he affected her.
So… why was he going so slow?
