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This tientle and deep, wistful as a whisper Could this really be happening? Was she dreane?

Her heart filled with longing as his powerful body enveloped hers

“Coainst her lips

She sucked in her breath, looking up at his handsome, shadowed face “It’s Christmas Eve”

His dark gaze burned through her “There’s no one else I’d rather have in ” His hand slowly traced down her cheek to the edge of her throat to her shoulder shivering beneath the oversize tuxedo jacket “Unless you don’t want me”

Her—not want hiasp “You can’t think that”

His shoulders relaxed, and his dark eyes met hers “Then live like we’re alive”

Live like we’re alive What a strange thing to say

He was right, she’d followed the good-girl playbook her whole life, Holly thought suddenly What had being sensible and safe and good ever done for her, except to leave her working overti all her dreams to spoil her little sister—only to feel used and taken for granted by both?

“Say yes,” Stavros urged huskily, stroking his hands slowly through her hair “Come aith me Be free”

A Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb She looked at hi

“Yes,” she breathed

A trace of silvery e of his sculpted, sensual lips as he drew back to make sure she meant it “Yes?”

“Let’s live like we’re alive,” she whispered

Glancing back at the waiting car, he held out his hand “Are you ready?”