The Mechanic’s Secret Santa (Christmas in Alpine Valley #8)

Epilogue

ONE CHRISTMAS LATER…

MEG

“You still have this?” I ask Aaron, pulling out the cookie baking sheet I bought him last year for my Secret Santa gift. It came with a tub of gingerbread cookie dough, but that’s long gone.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He meets me in our massive kitchen, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He let me design every inch of this room, encouraging me to go big. It feels a little excessive at times, but I absolutely love it. I can test new recipes right at home. Clothing is optional here.

“It seems like such a silly gift.”

“It’s not silly at all,” he says, taking it from my hand and setting it on the island. “And if you try to get rid of it, I’ll just have to keep it in my shop.”

The way he says my shop makes me warm and tingly all over. Gerald, his former boss, decided to retire early and sold his business to Aaron this past summer right after the construction on our new home was finished. If I needed any more reassurance that Aaron is here to stay, that was it.

“You could use it to hold wrenches and…things.”

He nuzzles his cheek against my neck, his beard hairs tickling my neck in that sensual way that always makes me instantly wet. “You’re cute when you’re trying to talk mechanics.”

“Do you think we have time?” I ask, very aware that we’re ten minutes late to the local tree lighting ceremony event. Right after that, we’re supposed to head over to the bakery’s Christmas party. This year, we’re having it at the second location. Mom and Becky Sue begged me to let them plan it. They promised that all I’d have to do is show up. But, of course, I’m me, so I baked six dozen gingerbread cookies. That some of them are cocks with Santa hats is beside the point.

Aaron spins me around and draws me in for a deep kiss that makes me want him so much more than I already did. “We can make time. If that’s what you want.”

“I probably shouldn’t go to the party this horny,” I admit.

“I can help with that,” he says, peeling away my leggings and panties together. God the sight of him kneeling before me is the sexiest thing ever. He runs both hands up from my ankles, stopping to thoroughly run his tongue through my center. I spread my thighs apart and lean into his face.

“This is what you want, babe?” His words vibrate against my sensitive pussy. “For me to enjoy your cookie?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want.”

“Then we’re going to be late.” He flicks his tongue against my clit in just the right way to make my knees wobble. “You know how I like to savor my dessert.”