40. Michael

MICHAEL

I slide my palm around to the back of Alice’s neck, feeling her soft blonde curls against the back of my hand.

“I love you too, Little Miss Christmas.”

As I’d hoped, her mouth pulls up into a full smile at the nickname.

She really is my Christmas miracle. My ultimate gift. And the thought of her thinking poorly of herself, in any way, lights up every cell in my body with rage.

Alice is everything I’ve been looking for.

Everything I’ve been wishing for.

She’s my salvation from loneliness.

My missing ingredient.

My better half.

And with her soft gray dress, her sparkly red earrings, and her green slip-on shoes, she couldn’t look more perfect.

But if she’s self-conscious about her clothing, I’ll buy her an entire new wardrobe. Two, if necessary.

“Give me a kiss,” I demand even as I lean down and press my lips to hers.

Alice sighs, and her peppermint breath dances across my senses until all I can focus on is the warm feeling of her mouth on mine.

Her fingers dig into my chest, clinging to my shirt.

I’m tempted to rip the buttons off and peel the fabric from my body so I can feel her hands directly on my skin. But then I remember we’re in a public bathroom, and a sexy scandal isn’t exactly the way I want to introduce Alice to living a life of fame. I’m hoping for something more subtle, like us walking through an airport hand in hand.

I reluctantly pull back as my dick starts to throb. “Tell me you love me again.”

Alice huffs out a laugh. “I love you, you bossy boy.”

I reach down to adjust myself. “Good. Now let’s go get something sweet to eat.”

She glances down at my hand, still on my junk, before darting her gaze right back up.

Her cheeks turn pink, but I love that she hears something sweet to eat and looks at my dick.

I have to adjust myself again.

My fingers tighten around my length, and I groan. “Damnit, Vixen.”

“What?” She snickers.

“Should’ve started my morning between your legs. This flight is going to kill me.”

Alice smooths my shirt with her palms. “It’s just a few hours, right?”

I nod.

“And then we have a couple days for your prep time?”

I nod again, confirming that production will need some time for setup.

“Well then.” She taps her fingers against my chest. “It sounds like you’ll have ample time to…” The pink on her cheeks deepens. “ Get between my legs. ”

With my hand still on my dick, I can feel the twitch it gives at her words.

“Baby Cakes, you’re killing me.” I lower my forehead to hers. “I came in here to set you straight, and you’re gonna have me leaving with tented pants.”

Alice slides her hands around to my sides, holding on to me. “Girls are lucky in that sense.”

“In what sense?”

She shrugs. “You can’t see how turned on I am.”

The groan that rolls out of my chest is immediate. She practically admitted that she’s wet for me right now. “Fucking hell, Alice. You’re not helping.”

I give up on my dick and wrap my arms around her shoulders, hugging her to me.

Her body relaxes against mine before she whispers, “I still can’t believe this is real.”

I tighten my hug. “I can’t believe you’re real either.”

We breathe each other in, but the moment is interrupted by Alice’s stomach growling.

And the sound is enough to finally get my blood flow under control.

My girl is hungry.

So I must feed her.

“Food. Then plane. Then the hotel bed until tomorrow morning,” I say, stepping back and reaching for the door handle.

“Um…”

I look back at Alice’s hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

She glances around the room. “I think we should wash our hands.”

I can’t stop my smirk. “You literally only touched me.”

Alice rolls her eyes. “I know, but we’re in a bathroom.” She scrunches her cute nose. “I can’t leave a bathroom without washing my hands.”

“You’re fucking adorable.”

She shakes her head and turns toward the sink. But the movement means I can see her grinning in the mirror.

I step up beside her and fill my palm with soap. “Who knew my dirty girl was such a clean freak.”