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read out loud. I raise my brow and look down at the dogs. “Sorry, guys. Those are my orders.”
    I pick up the mug and take a sip—it’s thick, more like melted chocolate than hot chocolate, but it still tastes delicious—then put my hand on the doorknob to the drawing room, slowly turning it and pushing the door open.
    Naturally the dogs rush toward me, but I push them back with my leg and step in, closing the door behind me.
    The room is dark except for the fireplace, bathing the room in flickering light. It takes me a moment for my eyes to adjust, and I don’t see Kayla anywhere until I realize I’m staring right at her silhouette by the window.
    “Kayla?”
    I take a few steps toward her and then stop. She’s posed with her hands on her hips, but she’s not moving at all. She’s nothing but shadows and form, and I can’t see her face.
    “Go to the outlet by the far wall and plug in the socket,” she says, her voice throaty.
    “Okay,” I say uncertainly. Now I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on, but I do as she says.
    There’s a spark and then a glow beside me. I turn, and my mouth nearly drops on the floor as Kayla stands there, absolutely fucking naked, with Christmas tree lights wrapped around her, from her ankles to her neck.
    “What the fuck,” I say breathlessly, straightening up and running a hand over my jaw. “What are you doing, you crazy girl?”
    She gives me a pointed look which is hard to take seriously when she’s a naked Christmas tree. “I’m distracting you with Christmas cheer, that’s what I’m doing. Now, decorate me.” She nods at the box of tinsel and ornaments beside her.
    I can only stare at her.
    “I said, decorate me,” she says. “I’m your Christmas tree. Do me justice.”
    Now this…this is something new. And even though I want to stand there, staring at her and scratching my head, I can see the faint flash of unease in her eyes, the idea that I may laugh at her, that she’ll become embarrassed. I love it when Kayla gets all red in the cheeks over something but not when she’s bare and vulnerable and out on a limb.
    Literally, too. Because I’m going to have to pretend she’s a bloody tree.
    “Yes, m’am.” I reach down for a long string of silver tinsel and look up her naked, glowing body. “Where do I start?”
    “Anywhere you want,” she says.
    So I start down at her ankles. I wind the tinsel around the wire of the lights to keep it in place, then I bring it around and around and up her calves, her thighs. I pause between her legs and slide my fingers up the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Here?” I ask, my voice already husky with lust. I can’t ignore the fact that I have one hell of a hard-on straining against my jeans, something that will have to be dealt with in a major way before the night is over.
    “Mmm,” she says and I drag my fingers between her pussy, lightly skirting over clit. I’m not even sure if I want to continue, especially when she moans so loudly and her legs start to shake.
    “Don’t stop now,” she whispers and I press one finger, then two into her, so tight and wet, it’s intoxicating. She squeezes around my finger and it’s like a hot vice on my balls, my cock, my chest. All the air leaves my lungs.
    “No,” she says, voice low and straining. “Don’t stop decorating. It can’t be over yet.”
    “Oh, you’re no fun. I’ve never made a Christmas tree come before.”
    “You will, believe me,” she says.
    Reluctantly I withdraw my fingers and drag her wetness over her stomach, having a bit of fun as I press the tinsel into her. “Well, if you’re giving me free rein here,” I say. “I mean, the tinsel doesn’t want to stay on you on its own.”
    She grins at me, her face lit by her own lights, looking both ridiculous and ridiculously sexy. “That’s what the hot chocolate is for. I made it extra thick for this purpose. Or, you know, your own contribution, though let’s save that for