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was descending the stairs, her exquisite legs somehow more exquisite in the short denim shorts she wore, her white tank emphasizing the perfection of her curves and the healthy glow of her skin. Her hair cascaded around her face in a tumble of auburn waves he couldn’t wait to feel slip through his fingers and her lips curled in a smile that spoke of everything that waited for him when they were alone.
    “Are you sure?” he asked Mike, even as his body reacted to his wife. To her smile, her presence…
    A firm hand clapped down on his shoulder, and he swung his stare back to the mechanic.
    Mike chuckled. “Sure. Get your arse outta me truck, mate.”
    Nick grinned. And then stuck out his right hand. “Thank you, Mike. Seriously, thank you.”
    Mike took Nick’s hand and gave it a firm pump. His eyes twinkled. “No worries. It’s what I do.”
    It took Nick exactly five seconds to open the passenger door and scramble out of the truck’s cabin.
    Five seconds for his feet to hit the ground and his gaze to find his wife.
    Five seconds for Lauren to launch herself into his arms and kiss him.
    A part of his brain registered the solid thunk of the passenger door closing behind him, the same part heard Mike wish them both a Merry Christmas before the sound of the truck’s engine revved louder and then the rest of his brain told him Lauren’s tongue was sliding against his, that her warm lush body was pressing to his, that her breasts were crushed to his chest and nothing else existed except her.
    By the time he pulled his lips from hers, the only sign of Mike was the back of Nick’s Range Rover being towed down the dirt road into the bush around their home.
    “He seems really lovely,” Lauren said, smoothing her palm up Nick’s chest.
    Nick tugged her closer to his body and returned his gaze to her upturned face. “He is.”
    She grinned, and slid her palm down his chest. Lower, lower until her fingers slipped between his shorts’ waistband and his stomach. “It’s not wrong of me to say I’m glad he didn’t come in?”
    A tight rope of tension and heat twisted through Nick’s core and into his groin. “Not at all,” he murmured, before capturing her lips again with his.
    It was only the extreme summer heat and sun that brought the kiss to an end.
    He lifted his head and found her smiling at him. “I want to make love to you so badly I’m in physical pain right now, wife. But I’ve also been without a shower for over twenty-four hours.”
    A devilish glint filled her eyes and she rolled her hips, rubbing the curve of her sex against his groin. His cock, he wasn’t at all surprised to realize, was a rigid pole straining for release…or her touch. “Hmmm…you are a bit stinky.”
    She skipped backward a step, the mischief in her face sending a fresh rope of lust into Nick’s core. “And it is very hot out here,” she commented, flicking the sky a glance.
    “It is,” he agreed. His body thrummed, craving hers with an urgency he couldn’t ignore.
    Lauren continued to walk backwards, holding his gaze as her hands went to the glorious curves of her hips. “Think I’ll take a swim while you take a shower.”
    Before he could respond, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips.
    Nick sucked in a swift breath.
    She wore the skimpiest red and green G-string he’d ever seen, the item of lingerie barely more than some thin, green lace straps curving around her hips and a tiny triangle of red covering her pubic area. And on that tiny triangle, printed in glittery green, was a Christmas tree.
    “Unless…” she said, trailing a finger down her belly to the top of the tree. “You want to unwrap your present first?”
    Nick move.
    Straight for her.
    With a squeal of delight, Lauren spun on her heel and ran, pulling her shirt up over her head as she did so.
    She tossed it back at him a second before he caught up with her. He snared her wrist and yanked her to