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“What’s up?” Gable tried to keep her voice steady, but a feeling of dread pushed at her from all sides.
“Do you mind coming over to my house for dinner tonight instead of doing pizza?”
“No, whatever you like. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s F ne,” Erin said. “I had a good session today and I want to talk to you about it. Karen thought I might be more comfortable if I was at home.”
“All right.” Gable couldn’t breathe. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is it.
“I’ll see you when you get here, then,” Erin signed off.
“See you soon.”
For the F rst time since they’d met, Gable was not anxious to see Erin. Her worst fears were about to be realized, she was certain. She was going to lose the woman she had come to love with all her heart and soul. It was going to be one lonely Christmas.
When she arrived at her destination, she cut the engine and sat in the Jeep a long moment, looking wistfully at Erin’s cabin. The warm, inviting glow of the light from the windows. She’d spent so many hours inside, in Erin’s arms, in Erin’s bed. It had become as much a home to her as her own. Home is where the heart is, indeed. How cruel to F nd it,and then have it taken away.
She forced herself out of the car and walked slowly up to the front door. Her hand trembled as it reached for the knob. “I’m here,” she announced, letting herself in.
The stereo was playing “It Had to Be You.”
The dining table was set for two, with Erin’s best china and sterling silver f atware set on linen napkins and place mats. Delicate crystal f utes, positioned just so. In the center, two slender candles in silver candlesticks f anked a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
Gable pulled off her coat and hung it from a hook next to the front door. Her nose caught a whiff of… something wonderful. She started toward the kitchen, but Erin’s voice from the bedroom doorway stopped her in her tracks.
“Hi. I was changing.”
Gable turned and wanted to melt on the spot. Erin was wearing the outF t that was absolutely, positively guaranteed to drive Gable wild—the black demi-cup bra and matching panties she had bought at Victoria’s Secret that memorable shopping day. The bra and panties that
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Erin had been wearing when she haunted Gable’s dreams.
Gable couldn’t breathe. Perhaps she should never have told Erin about the dreams. That lingerie had become Erin’s secret weapon. Gable could feel a roar of heat rush over her like a wave, settling between her legs. She was instantly wet.
“What’s all this?” Her voice sounded quite a bit higher than usual, and Erin seemed pleased by that.
A big smile spread across her face as she approached and wrapped her arms around Gable’s neck. Automatically, Gable gathered her close, arms around her waist, but she was too stunned to speak. This certainly was not at all what she expected.
“Gable?” Erin’s forehead furrowed as she looked into Gable’s eyes. “Is something the matter?”
“I…uh…well, I uh…wasn’t expecting this,” Gable stuttered.
“Why? I can’t be romantic?”
“No! I mean, yes! Of course you can be romantic. I mean…you are romantic. Very. A lot. Like now. This.” Gable sounded like her brain was short-circuiting, which wasn’t far from the truth. You can’t thinkstraight when she wears that. “I just mean…I…never mind.” Why areyou F ghting this, you idiot?
Her body took control, as it always did when Erin brought out the black bra and panties. She dipped her head and met Erin’s mouth hard as her hands smoothed down over Erin’s ass and pulled their bodies roughly together.
Erin whimpered and laced her F ngers through Gable’s hair as she deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue into Gable’s mouth and rocking against her, a slow easy roll of her hips that sent Gable’s arousal into the stratosphere.
She had to come up for air. “God, what you do to me,” she said hoarsely, as she matched Erin’s movements with thrusts of her own.
“Clothes,” Erin panted, breaking their embrace to grapple for the clasp and zipper on Gable’s navy dress slacks. “You have far too many clothes on.”
Gable fumbled for the buttons on her shirt, not about to disagree.
She felt like a death row prisoner who had been given a last-minute reprieve by the governor.
Once Gable was naked, Erin quickly stripped off her lingerie and led her by the hand to the candlelit bedroom and into the big sleigh
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