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Rhys frowned when Meadow continued rubbing her head against my breasts.

" But if you don't stop taking liberties with my wife, I'm sending you back to D.C. " he threatened.

"Remeber bucket list number four ?" He tugged on my bottom lips with his teeth.

"We sould..."

"Yeah."

Neither of us moved. Not yet.

"Merry Christmas, princess."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Larsen."

We kissed, slower and sweeter this time, even though it technically wasn't Christmas yet, I already knew it was the best one I'd ever had - so far.

After all, we still had a lifetime of Christmases ahead of us.