Danny
Christmas Day
“I know what I’m fucking doing, Danny. Stop treating me like an imbecile.” His eyes blaze as he blocks my right of passage.
Anger bubbles through me.
“Are you fucking joking?” I sneer. “Natalia does everything for you, including wiping your ass. If you think I’m letting you manage this operation, you have another thing coming.” He shoves me a little as he moves to open the oven door.
I inhale sharply. This guy is fucking infuriating.
“Daniel, this is what is called peacocking.” says a sarcastic voice from the doorway.
My jaw tightens as we both turn to glare at her.
The four ladies watch us nervously from the kitchen doorway. They look ridiculous adorned in Christmas jumpers and tinsel wrapped around their heads. Shockingly they had agreed to the lastminute change of plans to join Charlie and me for Christmas at Sumburgh Hall.
Charlie is hugging young Daniel like she’s protecting him from wild beasts.
He looks up at her, confused.
“When two turkeys fight over a turkey,” she elaborates. “As demonstrated here.”
She turns her attention back to us, and her mouth opens wide. “You know it’s on the grill setting? Has it been like that the whole time?” What?
My eyes snap back to the oven.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” I bellow, shaking my hands at the ceiling, then catch myself and fire an apologetic look at Grandma and Mrs. Finnegan. I’m not exactly dowsing myself in glory here.
Their faces collectively fall.
“Useless gobshits,” Grandma mutters. “I should have eaten before I came over.” Charlie’s eyes flick between us. “I guess dinner’s going to be another few hours.” Callie sighs in disgust behind her.
“Move!” Grandma charges ahead with Mrs. Finnegan on her heels. “Out! Out!”
“I think you should do as they say.”
I look at Tristan, and he exhales in defeat.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes as we are shooed to the other side of the kitchen.
Charlie smirks between both of us. “I’m glad you and Tristan have something else to fight about instead of me.”
“I could have managed the damn turkey,” Tristan grumbles, pouring two glasses of scotch and handing one to me.
I take the peace offering and raise my glass to him “You’ve never cooked a day in your life, Finnegan.” “Doesn’t mean I can’t,” he mutters back.
Soft arms curl around my waist, and I smile broadly down at her, pressing her closer. I’m head over heels, utterly in love with this woman.
There’s no one to hide it from now…no reason for us not to be together except the talking to I received from my head of HR, Cheryl, of course.. but she came round eventually.
“Woah,” Callie giggles. “That’s a hot look.”
I turn around to see my brother standing in the doorway with his hand on his hips, basking in attention as the women swoon over the kilt.
Grandma wolf whistles loudly, and I feel a pathetic pang of jealousy as Charlie blatantly ogles Karl.
“Careful,” I growl, prodding her ribs. “Wrong brother.”
She whips her head around, her bright green eyes flashing up at me. “If you want the same attention you know what to do, get into your own kilt.”
“Please don’t,” Tristan interjects as my phone beeps loudly in my pocket.
Charlie annoyed
Her forehead creases. “Seriously, today? Christmas day?”
“Just one work call, I promise.” I attempt to appease her, stepping out of her release.
If I settle this issue, I can relax for the rest of the day. The company will IPO from private to public in a few days, and the stock market doesn’t wait for Christmas turkey. I needed to make sure we had our shit together.
My fingers type back quickly to Martina, my head lawyer, telling her I’ll be calling in two minutes. She responds immediately, being the same type of workaholic I am.
“Martina?” I say, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Danny. I need you to sign these forms for the underwriters.” She says. “I’m emailing them over to you now.”
“Oh, and happy Christmas.”
I smile at the afterthought. “Happy Christmas, Martina.”
“Send them over. I’ll sign them now.”
“Thanks, boss.”
The phone goes dead, and I flip open my laptop, giving it some power juice.
There’s a soft knock on the door.
I’m unable to hide the goofy smile that plasters my face every time she enters the room, despite being under pressure.
“Sweetheart, I have a critical job to do.”
“Yes, you do.”
She walks forward and wraps her legs around me, removing the laptop from my reach before I can protest.
My gaze drops down to her full luscious lips, then lower to those gorgeous breasts being paraded in my face.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, exactly how to push my buttons.
“Charlie-”
“Just five minutes.”
She brushes her lips against mine, and I succumb, widening my mouth to taste her fully.
My hands roam across her buttocks, then forward, finding the hem of her soft yoga pants, and she moans softly like her skin is hypersensitive to my touch.
The kiss becomes impatient, more demanding.
I’m a goner.
My cock instantly stands to full attention.
I delve into her soft wet flesh, groaning at how wet she is already. Her body trembles against my touch, driving me so fucking horny, but I know we don’t have time, not with everyone waiting downstairs, not when Martina is having kittens across the Atlantic.
Fuck them all; they can wait; this can’t.
With efficiency, I pull down her yoga leggings and soft lace pants so that she’s naked from the bottom down and pull down my own trousers with speed.
With short moans escaping her, she pushes me down onto the bed, taking my shaft in her fist and pushing herself down onto me.
We both groan in ecstasy as I fill her deep.
Our mouths hang open as she rides me, holding her legs tight so she is entirely in control.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I say in broken chords as she looks back with so much emotion it wipes any remaining breath from my lungs.