Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Or?” I cut in, my heart racing.
A hint of that dominant energy flashes in his eyes. “Or we can dive in headfirst. Explore every fantasy, every unexplored passion. No holds barred.”
“I vote for package number two,” I say, my voice stronger than I expected. “I want to explore everything with you, Jack. No holds barred.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “That’s what I was hoping to hear from my good girl.”
“I like being your good girl,” I mewl, running my hands down his chest. “But I also like being very bad too.”
Chapter Thirty
Jack
Best Christmas Eve ever. My mind is at ease, my body is humming in sexual bliss, my cock still tingling from the intense orgasm I just had. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had now.
Chloe lies next to me, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. The twinkling lights outside her window cast a warm glow across her naked body. I always wondered what the lights I hung looked like from her point of view, and now I know. And seeing what they do to her perfect body . . . worth the effort.
I trace lazy circles on her skin, savoring the afterglow and the intimacy of the moment.
“Mmm,” Chloe purrs, snuggling closer. “I think you broke me.”
I kiss her forehead. “Rest up,” I murmur. “I’m not done yet.”
“Mercy!”
“Never.”
Chloe giggles and playfully swats at my chest. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you,” I reply, capturing her hand and bringing it to my lips.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the soft carols playing from her Bluetooth speaker. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingles with the musky aroma of our lovemaking. Outside, a light snow is falling, blanketing the world in peaceful white.
Chloe props herself up on one elbow, her tousled hair falling around her face. In the soft glow of the Christmas lights, she looks absolutely radiant.
“You know,” she says, a mischievous glint in her eye, “I have a present for you.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “And here I thought you were my present.”
She laughs, a melodious sound that makes my heart skip. “Well, consider this an . . . added bonus.”
Chloe slides out of bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her curves. I watch appreciatively as she pads across the room to her closet. She rummages around for a moment before pulling out a small, wrapped package.
“Is the present for Jack or WinterWatcher?” I call to her, chuckling as I do.
She looks over her shoulder and playfully glares. “Jack. I was hoping I’d see you even though we didn’t make plans to.”
I smile warmly at her words, feeling a surge of affection. “I couldn’t stay away,” I admit softly.
Chloe returns to the bed, present in hand. She settles beside me, cross-legged, not bothering to cover herself. The Christmas lights dance across her skin, highlighting the curves I’ve spent the night exploring.
“Well, I’m glad you came,” she says, her voice low and sultry. She holds out the gift. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
I sit up, taking the small package. It’s beautifully wrapped in silver paper with a red bow.
“Since I haven’t bought a present for anyone in years, this is a pretty big step. Being a Scrooge and all,” she says. “But when I saw this in an antique shop, I knew I had to get it for you.”
I carefully unwrap the gift. Chloe watches me intently, biting her lower lip—the cutest quirk of hers when she’s nervous or thinking hard. As I remove the last of the paper, I reveal a small velvet box.
Inside is a beautiful silver pocket watch. The cover is intricately engraved with snowflakes and pine trees—a perfect winter scene. I gently lift it out, admiring the craftsmanship.
“Open it,” Chloe urges softly.
I press the latch, and the cover springs open. Inside, along with the watch face, is an inscription:
To Jack. Thank you for watching over me this Christmas. Love, Scrooge.
She smiles. “What’s ironic is I bought this before I knew you were WinterWatcher, and I used the word ‘watcher.’ Funny right?”
I’m momentarily speechless. I should completely confess how on the nose her engraving is, but I can’t. Not tonight. Not Christmas Eve when it is literally the most perfect night of my life. Instead I get up and head to the other room where I placed her Christmas present in hopes I’d find the right time to give it to.
“Do you like it?”
“More than you know.”
“Good. I know pocket watches can be old school. But something about you screams old fashioned in some ways.”
“Hold on,” I say. “Let me get yours.”
I return to the bedroom, a small, elegantly wrapped box in my hands. Chloe’s eyes widen with surprise and delight.
“You got me something too?” she asks, her voice soft with wonder.
I nod, settling back onto the bed beside her. “Of course. I couldn’t let Christmas pass without giving the Scrooge something so her heart can grow.”