Bound to the Beard: A Man of the Month Club Novella: A small town, waking up married instalove romance by Eve London

Author:Eve London [London, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-14T18:30:00+00:00

Flynn

My wife was a go-getter. I figured that out within the first fifteen minutes of finding her in the cute beachy Christmas store. She’d obviously already been well on her way to getting her inventory done. The handful of helpers hung on her every word and looked to her for direction every time they finished counting a section.

She sent them all home around eleven, but I could tell she wouldn’t be ready to go until we’d counted every last piece of sparky tinsel in the place.

“You don’t have to stay.” She came up behind me while I was halfway through counting a huge box of pickle ornaments. Her hands smoothed over my shoulders, then she leaned against me.

I jotted down the number I was on, so I didn’t lose track. “I’m not going to leave you here all alone.”

“You’re not afraid I’ll run out on you again, are you? I don’t have anywhere else to go.” She let out a soft laugh.

“There are worse things I could be doing than counting pickles.” I set down my pencil and turned to face her. “Though I’m wondering why you have so many pickle ornaments. Is it a fetish?”

She tossed her head back and laughed. “No. Haven’t you heard the legend of hiding a pickle on the Christmas tree?”

“Enlighten me, please.”

“You’re supposed to hide the pickle ornament on your tree each year. Whoever finds it gets an extra present from Santa.” She reached out and picked up one of the pickles. “Here. You can take one home to hang on your tree next year. It’s my gift to you. See? No pickle fetish.”

“That’s too bad. I wouldn’t mind if you were into pickles.” My fingers closed around hers, and I set the ornament back on the shelf.

“All pickles?” Her hips nudged into mine.

I shook my head. “How about just my pickle?”

She slid her hands up my chest and clasped them together behind my neck. “Tell you what. You get your pickles counted, and maybe we can play a round of hide the pickle later.”

“What if I want you to play with my pickle now?” I cupped my hands under her ass and lifted her so her butt rested on the table. There was no denying my wife was smoking hot. Seeing her in her element only added to her appeal.

“No pickle play until inventory’s done.” She playfully nipped at my bottom lip.

I tightened my grip on her ass, pulling her snug against me, leaving no doubt how ready and willing my pickle was to engage.

“You’re a bad influence on me, Flynn.” She angled her hips, grinding against my crotch.

“Sounds like somebody needs to be. You work too hard. Everyone deserves to take a break every once in a while, even the big boss.” I dipped my chin to press kisses along her neck. I’d never get tired of nudging my nose into her hair or feeling her pulse flutter under my tongue.

“Is that what this is, a break?” Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck.

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