Jerome.
The key.
The sleeping incident.
The night he gave us uninterrupted access to the rooftop, which is supposed to be off-limits.
That’s it. The rooftop.
I get giddy when I realize where the clue leads. Rushing to the elevator, I punch the bright red R for the rooftop.
The elevator doors open, and when I step onto the rooftop, it’s like a Christmas paradise. My mouth falls open, my eyes wide with wonder. Christmas trees, gift boxes, reindeer. Amid all of it, Hunter is perched on a sleigh so big, I can’t even fathom how he got it up here. He’s wearing a pair of red pants with a Christmas shirt. Some might say it’s silly. I say it’s perfect.
“Hunter.”
“You figured it out.”
“I can’t believe you did all this,” I say, trying to take everything in. As much as I love my surroundings, I love this man even more, and I’m finding it hard to take my eyes off him. “How did you do all this?”
He runs his hand over his jaw. “I called in a lot of favors. It’s all worth it to see that smile on your face.”
The sleigh. The fake snow. The Christmas tree. It’s like a winter wonderland.
“I love it.” I make my way closer and press my lips against his. “I love you. You are the most incredible man in the world.”
CHAPTER12
HUNTER
Overcome with joy, Quinn kisses me, but not just any kiss. The earth-shattering, ball-tightening kind of kiss. Unfortunately, it ends just as quickly as it began. Soon, she’s out of my arms, her body turning in every direction, taking in her surroundings.
“I still can’t believe you did all this.”
“I told you I would do anything for you, Quinn.”
“You’ve done more for me than you know, Hunter.” She glances around the rooftop. “Are we… alone?”
“We are.”
“Good. Because I have a little something for you, too.” Slowly, she slides the zipper on my hoodie down, and beneath the cotton material lies lace—barely any of it, but lace, nonetheless. The hoodie slides down her body, off her arms, and onto the ground. Quinn is in the hands-down sexiest Mrs. Claus outfit I have ever seen.
“You know, if Mrs. Claus dressed like this, Santa would never leave the house to deliver gifts.”
“The poor children.”
“Happy Santa.” I run my hand over my jaw as I take her in. “Christ, you’re breathtaking.”
“Breathtaking, huh?” She hops up on the edge of the sleigh and spreads her legs, baring everything.
I need her. Now. As I take a step toward her, she waves her finger at me.
“Not yet.”
“You’re killing me, baby.”
“Sweet way to go, though, isn’t it?” Sliding her hand down her body, her fingers find their way between her thighs, the place I’m dying to be. She runs her finger over her center, and her head falls back, exposing her breasts even more.
Unable to control myself any longer, I reach beneath my red sleep pants and take out my throbbing cock. As I watch her finger herself, I move my hand up and down my shaft, trying to ease some of the tension she’s building in me. When she moans with pleasure, my balls tighten.