Christmas In The City (Imperfect Match 1.50)
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“Well, the last time you saw me dressed up, I was Buddy the Elf, so anything is an improvement.” He winked.
Over the next few hours, we sat down and enjoyed the spicy delicacies that my caterer had made. Instead of sitting at the table, we lounged comfortably on some satin pillows on the floor while the Moroccan music played on low volume in the background. It was truly magical.
Chet listened intently as I told him the full story about Rex’s and my marriage. He also told me about some of his past relationships. We talked about our careers and our hopes and dreams for the future. We opened up to each other about a lot of things, and it was one of the best conversations I’d had in a very long time. It was long overdue.
At a certain point, we were looking into each other’s eyes, and I could feel his desire in my bones when he said, “I told myself I was going to wait until midnight to kiss you, but I really want to do it right now.”
Without overthinking it, I answered him, silently, by leaning in and placing my lips over his. He groaned into my mouth as I fell into him.
His mouth was hot and so hungry for me. The feeling of euphoria that I remembered from that day in the café was instantly familiar, except this time it was amplified by the sensation of his hard body pressed against me. It had felt like forever since I’d been with a man, and I realized that I wanted Chet more than I’d wanted anything in a very long time.
Raking my hands through his silky hair, I pulled him closer as our kiss grew deeper. With every second that passed, we became more lost in each other. I could feel his hot erection through the material of his pants. I wanted him.
When I’d kissed him that first day in the café, it was because I was trying to prove my impulsivity. There was no need to try tonight. I couldn’t stop where this was going, even if I’d wanted to. It had never felt so natural to let loose and let myself get lost in someone. And thankfully, despite what his last name might imply—Chester was no saint. And that was fine by me.
Needless to say, we never did get to watch the ball drop. But it didn’t matter, because the fireworks inside our suite were bigger than anything happening outside in Times Square. And somehow, I knew that this year was going to be the best one yet.
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