A Maine Christmas...or Two by J.S. Scott and Cali MacKay Read Free Book Online Page B

of his neck. This man deserved a happier experience, and she was determined to give it to him.
    “You’re taking the truck,” he mumbled stubbornly.
    “I’m putting up a Christmas tree,” she warned him. “And I’m baking cookies. You have to listen to Christmas music for a whole week.”
    He grimaced slightly, but answered, “I don’t care. As long as you stay, and keep the truck, I’ll negotiate.” He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.
    Every nerve in Emily’s body was vibrating with need, and it was more than just physical. Grady was holding the majority of his weight from her body with his arms, but his muscular body was still plastered against hers from knees to chest, and she could feel the heavy, hard length of his cock pressing against her core. The heat of his body and the scent of his arousal surrounded her, and all she wanted was to melt against him and…
    Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.
    The huge wall clock struck six o’clock, shaking Emily from her sensual thoughts. “Oh shit…the party!” She’d been so distracted that she’d completely forgotten that they needed to get to the party at the Center. She wriggled in earnest, knowing she was already late.
    Grady sat up, looking like he was extremely reluctant to move. “What party?”
    Emily hopped off the couch and to her feet. “The Christmas party at the Center is tonight.”
    “You’re not leaving me already?” Grady grumbled, coming to his feet.
    “Of course not,” she answered excitedly. “You’re coming with me.”
    “I hate parties,” he replied with a reluctant expression.
    “You won’t hate this one,” she promised, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the door. “Most of the town shows up.”
    “I’m not dressed for a party,” he argued.
    Emily eyed his jeans and tan cable-knit sweater that looked and felt very much like cashmere. He looked good enough to eat and she’d savor every bite. “It’s casual. You look gorgeous.”
    He shot her a wicked grin that sent incendiary heat directly between her thighs.
    Grady Sinclair was an unholy temptation no matter what he was wearing, and she had to tear her gaze away from his to even make it out the door.

    Grady went to the party, unable to stop himself from following Emily wherever she led. The woman was like a Pied Piper who led him around by his swollen cock. But the moment they arrived at the YCOA, Emily had to circulate and do her job, so he headed straight for the patio, the guests for the party already arriving and filling the recreation area of the Center. Wishing he hadn’t left his leather jacket at the door, he paced the small patio area to keep warm, reminding himself that he wasn’t a kid anymore.
    I can do this. I need to do this. If being near Emily means I have to conquer my fears, then dammit, I will.
    Striding determinedly toward the glass patio doors that he’d slipped out of earlier, he stepped inside and stopped abruptly, the music and noise hitting him instantly, and his gut started to roll with apprehension.
    He could see Emily on the other side of the room, helping Santa pass out gifts to the crowd of children around a massive tree. Some of the adults were dancing on the wooden floor, swaying to a sappy old Christmas tune coming from a set of speakers near the dancing area. Grady suspected that this enormous space was probably a basketball court or a sports area for the kids when it wasn’t being used for a Christmas party. Honestly, he didn’t have time to look that closely because he was overcome with dizziness and nausea, the floor tilting, his vision blurred as he broke out in a nervous sweat.
    Fuck! Not now. I can’t do this right now.
    Grady’s hand grasped the frame of the door to steady himself, cursing his own weakness.
    “Grady? Are you okay? Are you sick?” Emily had come over and was standing right in front of Grady.
    “Hate parties,” he reminded her, his voice graveled and weak.
    Emily cupped both