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She thumped the side of her fist against his chest. Nasty man.
That s dirty fucking cop to you, bitch.
They laughed together and hugged.
Merry Christmas, he whispered in her ear.
This was my Christmas present?
Mmm. Part of it, anyway.
Not bad, she said with a grin. What s the other part?
You don t get that until our friends leave.
She put on a pout, which made him reach around and pop her on
the butt.
Give me a hint?
He raised an eyebrow in censure.
Does it involve& candles or a flogger?
His laugh was deep that time. Maybe a little of both, you naughty
woman. Maybe it even involves emeralds.
Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to ask him if he was
serious, but he pulled away and took her hand, tugging her along toward
the door. It hadn t even been locked, she realized when he turned the
knob and pulled it open. The fun was over, but another little thrill shot
through her at the thought they could have been caught.
They slipped into the small bathroom off the hallway and did a
quick cleanup. Vicky straightened her hair as best she could, and then
they were out rejoining their friends.
Their friend Paul, a real cop, was in the kitchen with the
refrigerator door open when they entered. He gave them both a quick up
and down glance, snickered, and asked, Have fun?
Vicky s face heated a little, but her husband, brash as always said,
Oh, yeah, then laughed when he glanced at Vicky.
Here it is, Paul said, pulling out two bottles of champagne he and
his wife, Heather, had brought. I say it s time for a little bubbly.
For the next few minutes, the three of them poured glasses of
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champagne then handed them out to all the adults. The kids were off in
the spare bedroom making lots of noise, but that was okay. Vicky and
Drake had stocked it full to brimming with toys for all their friends kids
to play with when they came to visit. It gave the adults more adult time.
Once everyone held a glass of sparkling amber in their hands, Paul
lifted his. To our makeshift family. We might not be related by blood, but
we re bonded through friendship. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone cheered.
Vicky took the tiniest sip from her glass, no more than wet her lips
really.
You don t like it? Drake asked softly, motioning to her glass with
his.
Oh, it s good, she murmured. Very good. But& umm& well&
She grinned, and that warm, soft feeling flowed through her again. She
leaned in and whispered, We need to make room for one more at next
year s party.
Drake didn t say anything, so she pulled back to look into his face.
His confusion showed by his pulled brows and slight frown.
She rolled her eyes and took his empty hand in hers, then set it over
her belly.
His eyes widened, his lips parted.
She grinned. Merry Christmas, she whispered.
The kiss he gave her was the softest, most gentle expression of love
she d ever experienced. Of course, then it was followed by him swooping
her into his arms, spinning her in a circle and whooping like some made-
for-television cowboy.
It looks like she finally told him, Anita said to the group of
friends. About time. Silly man didn t even know she put on ten pounds.
The living room filled with laughter, hugs and tears.
She got separated from Drake, but from across the room Vicky
caught her husband s eye. He winked. She knew no matter how long they
were married, or what might change in their lives, he d always give her
the spice she craved.
The End
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Author Bio
Anna Leigh Keaton is an award-winning, best-selling author of
erotic romance. She's written over thirty novels, novellas and short stories
all available at Cobblestone Press. You can read excerpts of her work at
http://www.annaleighkeaton.com or check out her mainstream romance at
http:://www.leannekarella.com.
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