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youth. She leaned into his chest.
 Disney can make any animal seem adorable. Look at what they did with that Stitch alien
dude. His laughter was audible this time as he shook his head.  Now, what was that comment about
Arizona winters?
Chanel realized she was in a precarious situation, trapped in Aidan s arms. He could easily bury
her in the snow to retaliate for the snowball war she started thirty minutes ago. They d been out for a
walk on the lake and she d popped him in the side of the head with the first ball.
 Well...umm. She tried to wiggle out of his arms.
He wasn t having it. Aidan held her tighter.
 Well& .umm? he mimicked.
 You see, what had happened was& 
 I see your lips are turning purple. Lifting her with ease, he tossed her onto his shoulders and
marched toward the house.  Let s get you in the house so I can get even.
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 What? Not sure what he meant she began to squirm.
Aidan smacked her on the backside.  Stop all that moving before you find yourself head first in
a snow drift.
 You wouldn t.
He grabbed one of her legs and tilted her backward.
Squealing she clasped his sides of his coat.  Okay, okay.
Trudging up the front steps he walked into the house then deposited her inside the door.
 Now stand here. He removed his boots and banged the excess snow from them and placed
them by the door. Facing her he said,  One foot.
Holding his shoulder, she raised a big boot to him. Unlacing it, he slipped it easily from her
foot, then did the other. The boots had been five sizes too big, but with the three pair of socks on her
feet she was cozy.
 Thank you. She moved away, taking off her trench and hung it on the rack by the door.
Padding over to the couch, she gave the waist band of the baggy sweat pants and extra roll for good
measure around the cord holding them up under the sweat shirt.
For the last two days this outfit or something similar had been her apparel when they ventured
outside. Normally, she wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. The week had surprisingly
turned into an intimate affair.
 Now, I do believe I owe you for all the snowball attacks. Aidan stalked toward the couch
looking sexy in his t-shirt and faded jeans.
 What? Lil ole me attackin a big strappin man like you. She curled up in the corner of the
couch and batted her eyelash at him.
Sitting down beside her, Aidan smiled.
Her heart skipped a beat. Smiling wasn t something that he did at all around the office.
 Well, blow me down. She continued to stare at his mouth in amazement. His lips were
thinner than hers, yet still fleshy enough to be appealing.
Grabbing her toes, he pulled and removed all three pair of socks at one time.  When the mood
is right, I can do a lot of things with my mouth.
The room was already warm from the gas fire place, but Aidan s hands sliding up her legs made
the temperature rise another ten degrees.
 Like what? she teased. After the last few days, she had no doubts about the things he could do
with his mouth.
 I m a lot better at show then tell. His smile became wicked as his silver eyes darkened with
passion.
Chanel found herself pulled into Aidan s embrace and his sensual lips kissing her until she was
breathless. Stretching out along the couch beside him, she settled against him.
His kiss was spellbinding, she was captivated. Her mind became slush as she focused solely on
his mouth, not noticing when he d released the string around her waist. However, she couldn t miss
his wide hand cupping her sex.
Sighing, she relaxed her thighs and allowed him a more intimate touch.
Slipping between her labia and circling her clit, he commented,  I do believe you are always on
the ready, Chanel.
 Only when inspired, she said, kissing the corner of his mouth.
 So, I inspire you? Two of his fingers pushed inside of her, then pulled out and flicked her clit.
Several times he performed the same maneuver.
 Yes. She cried, tilting her head back and lifting her hips to ride his hand.
 Hm, then lets see what other ways I can inspire you.
In a flash her pants were gone and Aidan s jeans were unfastened and around his knees.
 Now, you can climb onto my lap and tell me how sorry you are for all those snowballs.
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Needing no more encouragement, Chanel crawled over him and extended her thighs
positioning her cunt above his hard length.
With her hands on his shoulders, she gave him a coy smile.  What if&  The broad tip of his
cock entered her. She almost came just from the slight penetration.  I m not&  she pressed down
further and moaned.
 Not what? His voice growled and he tipped his head back, his veins bulged along the side of
his neck from his restraint.
She leaned forward and licked the cords lining his neck up to his ears. Lowering herself a little
more down his thickness, she whispered,  Sorry.
Raising his head, he glanced at her as he grasped her hips.  Then I d have to punish you.
Lifting a shoulder as if she wasn t concerned, even while the butterflies in her stomach were
dancing with erotic excitement, she taunted,  How?
 Like this. Arching up, Aidan slammed his dick deep into her pussy.
The single thrust hit high along her walls, striking her sweet spot and making her come.
 Ahh, fuck, baby, you feel so damn good coming around me.
Burying her face in the curve of his neck, she allowed him to guide their journey into
fulfillment.
* * *
 Merry Christmas, Aidan. Hearing the beautiful melody of Chanel s voice, Aidan cracked his
eyelids and peeped down the bed and spied her standing at the door in an apron, bare legs and arms.
He wondered if she was sporting around with another pair of his boxers.
 Is it Christmas already? he grumbled. Every night they sat by the fire and talked for hours.
Chanel knew that Christmas wasn t an important holiday in his family. Now, it just reminded him that
they only had one more day together.
 Yes, it is sleepy head. She sashayed across the room and stood beside the bed.  Out of bed
with you.
 Why, Chanel? Lifting his hand, he attempted to raise the hem of her apron, but she swatted
his fingers away.
 Because my family gets together Christmas morning and bakes cookie and makes crafts. Since
I can t be there you re going to assist me.
 I don t bake very well and I can t recall the last time I made something with my hands. Giving
her a sly smile, he asked,  Wouldn t you rather join me in the bed?
 Maybe later. Her bottom lip came out in a sexy pout that he wanted to suck into his mouth.
 The tradition isn t about skill but being together.
He felt like a heel giving her such a hard time.  Does it mean that much to you, Chanel?
Her soft brown eyes captured his.  Yes, Aidan.
 Then I ll do it. He sat up.  Let me just clean up.
A smile lit up her face.  Good, I ll meet you in the kitchen. Turning she walked to the door.
 Shit. Aidan swore as he got a full view of Chanel s bare backside.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a titillating smile.  I did tell you that clothing was
optional.
Launching himself from the bed, he swatted her butt cheeks as he went into the bathroom.
* * *
 You do have the sexiest ass, Aidan.
Two hours later Aidan found himself pulling cookies out of the oven and elbow deep in
macaroni pasta and pine cones. To top it off, he couldn t recall the last time he d laughed so much.
 You just like the way I wear my apron.
Unlike Chanel s long apron that covered her beautiful breasts, he wore a half apron tied around
his waist.
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 Definitely. Now bring me over some of those hot cookies.
He did a lot better transferring the second batch of cookies to the plate than he d done with the
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