The Night Before Christmas

The next morning she went into her office early, and to protect herself, put a sign on her door that said, “stay out or die.”

But apparently the new mayor couldn’t read because half an hour later, Matt stuck his head in, wearing one of those wicked smiles that had always annoyed her in the past but now inexplicably scraped at a spot low in her belly.

“Hey,” he said. “Busy?”

Just looking at him reminded her of last night. Of his bone melting, heart stopping kiss. Of how he’d held her as if he could do nothing else. How he’d gotten hard and rocked her hips to his. She’d dreamt about that part in particular, damn it, and remembering brought the heat to her face.

She shouldn’t be picturing the mayor with a hard-on. She especially shouldn’t get hard nipples at picturing the mayor with a hard-on. “If I say yes I’m busy will you go far, far away?”

His grin spread.

Good God, could the guy be any more gorgeous? Or annoying? Or sexier? Now it wasn’t just her nipples going happy but things were happening between her thighs too. “Didn’t you read the sign?”

“Yes.” He pulled a pen out of his pocket. Clicked it on. Eyed her with a mischievous lecherousness.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, gritting her teeth when he underlined the “stay out” part. Then shut the door — with him on the wrong side.

He smiled.

She did not. But she wanted to, damn him, so she got up, walked around her desk and re-opened the door, silently inviting him to leave.

“Ah,” he said. “Someone forgot to eat their Wheaties this morning.”

“And someone forgot he was an ass…

“Still mad.” He nodded as if this was perfectly acceptable to him. “How long do you plan on pouting?”

She gaped. “I am not pouting. I never pout.”

“Then what’s this?” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, which was indeed thrust out petulantly.

The touch electrified her, and she struggled with her reaction. If his expression went smug, she was going to have to kill him.

But he didn’t look smug at all, he looked as shocked as she felt.

In the startled silence, a woman walked by her office. Danielle was a city clerk but looked like a stripper, and when she saw Matt, she stopped and smiled. “Hey there, big guy. Nice dancing with you last night.” She made some promises with her bedroom eyes and body language, before moving on.

“Big Guy?” Cami shook her head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Please just go away.”

“Yeah.” He looked at her for a long moment. “But only because I have three meetings, all scheduled at the same time.”

“I’m in two of them with you. Oh, and I hope you ate your Wheaties because at the first one, for the proposed amendments to the town plan?

I’m planning on nailing you.”

His eyes heated. “Promise?”

She felt her insides quiver at his expression. “Get out.”

“Okay but first I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“No. No way.”

“I had some trouble sleeping,” he said, all kidding aside. “