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flexed along her spine beneath her light summer dress with each step she took. It wasn’t until his grandmother elbowed him in the stomach that he remembered to follow and introduce her to the various family members in attendance as they made their way to the twelve foot monstrosity that Trud insisted the family needed each year.
    ‘Oh, these are homemade.’ Jenn traced her fingertips over a few of the decorations. ‘Yeah, all of us have at least one on here.’ Morgan looked for his to show her. ‘Here. This is mine.’
    Jenn laughed. ‘Is that Santa in a chef’s hat?’
    He smiled. ‘Did you expect anything else?’
    ‘I guess not.’
    ‘C’mon.’ He grabbed her hand. ‘Let’s find a seat so Trud can start handing out presents.’
    The only spot left in the room was an oversized armchair and Morgan tugged Jenn in that direction. ‘We’ll share.’ He nudged Jenn into the seat and perched his butt on the arm beside her.
    Morgan couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He’d played a game of chance rigging the Secret Santa lottery and he’d managed to hit the jackpot. Now if he could just morph this moment into the start of something more, he’d have his ultimate Christmas Wish.

December 25 th
Christmas Night
    Jenn collapsed into the plush sofa in Morgan’s living room. ‘Oh my God. I’ll never eat again.’ she moaned.
    Morgan snorted out a laugh as he dropped down next to her. ‘You hardly ate a thing.’
    ‘Not true. I had two helpings of whatever the hell that chocolate dessert thing was.’ She rubbed her full stomach. ‘I’m going to regret that when all those calories find their way to my thighs.’
    His gaze lowered to her legs where the hem of her dress revealed a little too much flesh. She wasn’t flashing him or anything, but she was definitely giving him a bit more than was acceptable for a boss/employee relationship, especially when she had unrequited lust for the man. Tugging on her skirt she managed to cover about an inch of extra skin, no more.
    He cleared his throat and brought his gaze up to meet hers. ‘You know, I think we’ve ignored this thing long enough.’
    Before she could comprehend his words, he leaned over and placed his lips on hers. Jenn’s brain short-circuited. Every thought disappeared bar one — Morgan. He pressed closer, slipped his tongue out to lick across her mouth and she was powerless against the need to invite him inside.
    Her lips parted on a moan and Morgan took advantage, sweeping inside to caress her tongue with his. He kept the kiss easy — a testing of new territory while hinting at more. She’d never been kissed quite so reverently. His lips and tongue explored until her breath grew choppy, her pulse raced, and she was on the verge of whimpering in need.
    Morgan pulled back, separating their mouths on a harsh gasp. He didn’t move away though. Resting his forehead on hers, he slipped his hands into her hair and held her close. ‘My God, you’re potent. If I don’t stop now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to, and we’re not ready to take this thing all the way yet.’
    Jenn was ready. After that kiss, she’d happily strip off her clothes and jump him. ‘But
    He pressed his thumb to her lips. ‘No. We haven’t danced around this for two years to risk tumbling into bed too soon.’
    She groaned. The images of the two of them rolling around on a huge bed made her insides quiver. ‘That’s not helping back the train up,’ she murmured.
    Morgan chuckled. ‘Good to know I’m not the only one suffering.’
    ‘Why should either of us suffer?’
    ‘Because you’re worth it.’ He smacked his lips to hers in a quick kiss before letting her go and pushing to his feet. ‘Okay, let me get us something to drink.’
    Jenn watch him walk away. His hitched stride didn’t escape her notice and she smiled. They’d definitely made each other a little uncomfortable with that kiss. Sighing, she leaned back against the sofa and contemplated Morgan’s