Page 43 of The Lie That Stole Christmas

A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, and she slammed a hand over her mouth.A tremor wracked her body, her thighs vibrated as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table.Her legs draped over his shoulders, the heels of her feet digging into his shoulder blades.

Her ass lifted, pressing into him, an invitation he would never decline.He continued licking, sucking the swollen nub, his finger working in tandem.Tiny moans echoed around him, her moist walls clamping down on his finger.She was so close.

He slashed his tongue with more purpose and swirled the swollen bead.He slipped another finger inside, curving upward and hitting the sensitive spot.Her body arched, a wave of tremors sending her into a convulsion of pleasure.He didn’t stop, not until he drew out every last second of bliss.

Her legs went limp, and he stood, meeting her satiated gaze.“That was—”

“My favorite Christmas gift ever,” he said, cupping her cheek.

Her eyebrow rose, dipping beneath her bangs.“I thought it was a gift to me?”she asked, nuzzling into his hand.

“It was.”

“Then in that case, it was one of my favorite gifts.”

“One of?”he exclaimed, his fingers tickling her sides.

She squirmed in his arms, a sweet laugh that spread joy through his entire being echoed around them.He stopped tickling her, and her grayish-blue eyes met his.“My favorite…” A smile curved her lips, her teeth sliding over her kiss-swollen lip.“The paint swatches.”

“The ones you stole from your dad and wrapped up for me.”

“I didn’t steal them; I permanently borrowed them.”

A laugh slipped from her lips and she didn’t try to muffle it this time.Red spread across her cheeks, and God, he wanted to kiss her again.He pulled her close, and her tongue thrust into his mouth without hesitation.His cock pressed even harder against his pants.

She cupped him, stroking up and down his hard length.“I think it’s your turn.”She shifted on the table, but he stepped into her, keeping her in place.

“Tell me more about the swatches.”

She blinked up at him, and he rested his forehead on hers, his thumb gently stroking her bottom lip.

“I remember opening that box Christmas morning.”Her eyes held his as she seemed to drift off into the memory.“There had to be fifty swatches in there.”

“Seventy-two.”

Her eyes widened.“You actually counted.”

“I assembled the collection.”

A warmth spread across her face, her smile softening.“Everyone else thought it was the weirdest gift, but it wasn’t.”

“You spent three days debating over colors for Tori and Taylor's dollhouse.I think it was because you enjoyed looking at those swatches and comparing color combinations.”

“Even when we were young, you knew me in a way no one else did.”

While everyone else looked at colors, Ashley saw possibilities.While everyone else saw a room, Ashley saw what it could become.

“You cared more about those rooms than most people care about their houses.”

“I still have them.”

His heart slammed to a stop in his chest.Shock spread through him, making him question his own ears.“What?”

“The swatches.”Her smile trembled.“They’re in a box in my apartment.A lot of the colors have been discontinued, but every now and again I take it out for inspiration.”

Unable not to touch her, he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on the curve of her lobe.“I should have known then.”

“Known what?”