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presents if you want to get laid. You and your big cock are enough.”
    Raising my hand and flattening my palm over my heart, I answer her in a wounded voice. “What a sweet-talker. Now, are you gonna invite me in? It’s so fuckin’ cold I can see your nipples through your wool coat.”
    Her mouth twitches with a repressed grin. I’m gettin’ to her. Next thing I know, she’s standing flush against me, pushing me back in small steps until my back is against my car.
    “Not so fast, sexy girl.” Slapping the bag on the roof, I flip places and pin her up against my car. Her mouth forms a small “o” of surprise, but I take it in a rough kiss before she gets out a sound.
    Then her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. My arms snake around her waist, holding her tight to me.
    Fuck, I’ve missed this. No one tastes like Lilly. Smells like her. Feels like her.
    So fucking good.
    Breathlessly, she pulls away.
    “Do you want to come inside?”
    Hell, fucking, yes.
     
    ***
    This is nuts, but I don’t care.
    Breaking our kiss, I pull back as much as I can, trapped between Z’s hard body and his truck.
    “What’s wrong, all your club whores go home for the holidays?”
    He smirks, but a muscle tics at the corner of his eye. Maybe I offended him?
    “Jealous, sexy girl?”
    I flatten my palms over his chest with the intention of pushing him away, but I get distracted by the rock-hard muscles lurking under his warm, leather jacket.
    I’m not wearing gloves, so I curl my hands, trying to warm my fingers.
    He leans down, soft lips brushing against my ear. Warm breath tickling against my neck. “Come on, sexy girl, invite me in.”
    A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold works over me. “I already did.”
    “Then let’s go.” Reaching over me, he grabs the little brown paper bag off his roof and takes my hand,
    “Wait, I’ve got stuff in my car that I need to bring inside.”
    He waits while I grab my eggnog and the plate of cookies my aunt shoved into my hands before I left.
    Once we’re inside, I’m oddly nervous.
    Z is the only guy I’ve ever known who makes me nervous.
    After taking off our coats, I lead him into the kitchen so I can put the nog in the fridge and the cookies on the counter. Almost shyly, Z holds out the paper bag to me.
    “Condoms? You know I keep plenty of those,” I joke.
    He doesn’t laugh.
    “Open it.”
    When I do, I almost cry, which is stupid. Inside is a canister of Godiva dark chocolate hot cocoa mix. “I can’t believe you remembered this. Where did you manage to find it?”
    He shrugs casually, but his smile and the crinkle at the corners of his eyes, tell me he’s pleased with my reaction.
    “You said it’s the only kind of hot chocolate you like, and you have to have hot chocolate on Christmas Eve, it’s mandatory.”
    “Yeah, but the Godiva store at the mall closed. Where did you even find it?”
    He shakes his head. “I have my ways.”
    I’m not sure what to think of that. I know I’m probably reading too much into this, but the cocoa isn’t easy to find, which means he went to some trouble to track down this gift. For me. When that’s not what our relationship is about.
    “Christ, Lilly, it’s a beverage, not an engagement ring. Calm the fuck down.”
    “No, it’s really sweet. Thank you.”
    He raises an eyebrow at me.
    “You want me to make it, now?” I ask him with a laugh.
    “Well, yeah. You told me it was the greatest thing ever. I gotta see if it lives up to the hype.”
    This is getting weird quick. Z and I fuck. We don’t sit around sipping hot chocolate together.
    “Okay.” Rolling up my sweater sleeves, I get to work. I pull out a small saucepan, my favorite whisk, and a half-gallon of milk.
    I don’t bother measuring anything out. I know from memory just how much of each ingredient to use.
    Z’s quiet while he watches me whisk the milk and powder together over low heat. “The key is to constantly stir the milk so it doesn’t