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She puts a hand on my arm, and it’s like flood lamps whump and flash inside me.

She says, “It obviously meant a lot to you.”

Shrugging, I tell her, “I didn’t care about it then, angel. I don’t care now.”

I know I should say something different, but why would I lie to her? “The way everybody makes such a damned cloud of fairy dust about this ‘magical season,’ most of them don’t mean a fucking word of it. The next day, they’re all back to their same old mean and evil ways.”

Thinking about it makes me sour.

But she squeezes my arm and looks up from under her eyelids. “You say that, but I know it must mean something to you. Look how well you remember it all. I saw the glow in your eyes.”

I shrug. “It’s you that lit the glow, angel.” I’m thinking about moving in for the kill. I want her in my mouth. And I want to be in the trembling grip of her thighs, plowing her pussy.

“But,” her green eyes sparkle, innocent and trusting. She has no idea what I’m imagining. “Look how you turned little Jack around. You made him see how much more important it is to share and to have friends.”

She squeezes my arm, and I go hard on the outside and mushy in the middle. It almost scares me. “Nobody’s reached Jack that way before.”

I’m looking around. There’s an alley across the street. It’s probably where the bikers hid. But if they’re there, no problem. I can crack their heads before I nail this beauty.

“Come with me.”

She smiles and leans against me. My heart thumps. Damn, if there are such things as angels, they can’t feel any better than her. She is warm and soft, and she smells fucking divine. The warm press of her soft tits fires my motor up. My cock pulses and vibrates, running hot.

“Silly,” she smiles up at me. “I can’t leave the children.” But her hips slide against mine. Her pussy rocks hot and wet through her thin black skirt. The heat of her presses up, along the underside of my perfectly erect cock. She can’t hide the wicked gleam in her eyes, either.

“You would, though.”

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she brushes her cheek against my chest. “If I didn’t have to do all the work to make their Christmas,” she says, and she squeezes my arm. Damn, girl. I’m going to have you squeezed around the rest of me, whatever it takes. “And if I wasn’t on a deadline to raise a small fortune,” she blinks, “I would still be sworn off men.”

“Yeah,” I smirk. We’ll see how long that lasts. “How much do you need?”

She lets out a laugh. “Oh, only a little less than ten thousand dollars.” Her eyes widen as she makes it sound like that’s a lot of money.

I pull her closer.

“I know how you could get all of that.”

Chapter Six

Tinka

I know what’s going to be coming up next from under his dark, brooding brow. He’s hard and huge and hot as a poker that would fizz as you plunged it in to mull wine.

It’s obvious from his eyes, from his huge strong hands, from the predator’s curl of his lip, this is one seriously dangerous man.

My stomach flutters.

I send the kids into Clarkson’s Hardware store and tell them to collect up all the things on the list that I’ve been promised.

And I wait outside. I know he’s going to try and coerce me into having sex with him. I want him to. And I want him to win. To overcome me. Oh… I want to lose the fight and give in to him. So much.

I know I can’t, however much I want it. But I have to take every breath, every little spark of the moment, as much as I can get, before I have to rip myself away.

The truth is, when I first caught sight of him, I was obscenely wet. I would gladly spread out for him at a snap of his long, strong fingers. The idea of him forcing me is even hotter.

But I am sworn off men. And for all too many good reasons.

Besides, as I finally tell him, “I’m going to meet someone this afternoon.” I try to smile. My voice is weak. “I’m hoping that meeting will secure the financing we need.”

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