An Ex for Christmas (Love Unexpectedly 5)

I expect him to laugh, and he does, but it’s not a mean laugh. “You look…”

“Choose those words carefully,” I say, walking to the table and helping myself to a bite of sandwich. “There’s mustard on this.”

“Because I enjoy mustard.”

I make a face and put it back. “I forgot that about you. You’re lucky you’re good in bed, because mustard’s the worst. Anyway, you were going to say I look…?”

“Elffy?”

“Ooh, I’m sorry,” I say. “The correct answer was hot and irresistible.”

“Not sure I’m allowed to have those thoughts about my best friend. Not out loud, anyway.”

“For tonight, you’re allowed to think of me as the girl you’re sleeping with first and foremost.”

“All right, then,” he says, pushing back his chair and coming around the table to wrap his arms around my waist. “The girl I’m sleeping with looks hot.”

“And?” I say, holding up a finger.

He smiles. “And irresistible.”

Then he proves it by lowering his head to mine and kissing me with a slow, deliberate enthusiasm that ruins my carefully applied lip gloss, but…ask me if I care.

I return the kiss, pressing up against him as his hands stroke up and down over the curve of my waist, down over my hips, sliding up again, hands slipping beneath the short skirt so the o

nly thing separating his hands from my skin is the thin tights.

“I’m liking this ensemble more and more,” he says, nudging my head back to kiss my neck.

“Did I mention my thong is red? And tiny?”

Mark groans against my throat. “Do we have to go to the parade?”

Right! The parade.

I push at his shoulders and step back, glancing at the clock. “We should go!”

“Should we?” he asks sardonically, his eyes skimming greedily over my body.

I bite my lips. “Don’t. Don’t do that, or Santa and the kids will be very disappointed by the lack of adorable elf.”

“Better them disappointed than me,” he says on a sigh.

But he goes to the closet and grabs his coat.

“Your parents going to be there?” I ask as I follow him into the garage, and climb into the truck.

Mark’s parents live a bit outside of town and are friendly enough but sort of reclusive. They come in for some town events, but not all.

“Nope. They were thinking about it, but Mom said she had too much cooking to do for tomorrow night.” He glances over at me as he backs the truck out of the garage. “You’re still coming, right?”

“Of course! Am I still invited?” I say it teasingly, a little confused by his serious expression. Then doubt trickles in. “Unless it’s weird. I mean, it’s one thing to invite your temporarily orphaned best friend over for Christmas Eve dinner with the fam. Another thing entirely to bring the girl you’re sleeping with to dinner with the fam.”

He doesn’t say anything, and the doubt intensifies.

“Did you…tell them?”

“Yeah, of course. I always tell my parents the details of my sex life. Don’t you?”