Delaney stirred the spoon in her mug of cocoa and tried not to burst into tears. They’d been rescued and, if she were being totally honest, she hated that they’d come to them so quickly, so efficiently.

That night with Ivan in the office had been the best night’s sleep of her life, not to mention that being in Ivan’s arms had made her feel safe, protected, warm.

All the right feelings for a cold winter’s day.

Was Ivan thinking of her right now?

Did he miss her?

Of course not.

He had other women to look forward to, right? She wasn’t anything special.

“Oh, screw this. I’m not going to spend all of Christmas thinking about him and what he’s doing. I’m better than that.”

She hadn’t picked up a piece of work since getting out of the office building. The snowfall had been a freak scare for several employees, but she and Ivan were the only two who had stayed so late.

“Stop thinking about work. It’s Christmas and all I’ve got to do is stay in front of the television and eat. That’s all I’m going to do. Eat, eat, and eat.”

She nodded at herself and made her way to the sofa with her mug of cocoa and a can of whipped cream.

Forgoing the cup, she squirted some of the cream into her mouth. In the new year she’d consider a diet but for now, not happening. There was nothing wrong with indulging.

As she took a sip of her cocoa, she couldn’t help but think about the way he touched her as he made love to her. The sweet touch of his lips, the drive of his cock as he filled her.

So much she loved about being with him.

Biting her lip, she tried not to think about how good he’d felt inside her.

It wouldn’t help her to remember.

Someone knocked on her apartment door and she whimpered. If she ignored it, maybe they’d leave her alone.

She snuggled back into her sofa and let out a breath.

She’d have to go back to work in the new year when they would be deciding who was getting the promotion.

Did she even care about a promotion anymore?

Yes, she did care but if Ivan got it, she didn’t truly think she’d be as upset as she’d once thought.

“I’m clearly losing my mind, completely.”

The knock sounded again. This time more insistent.

Growing frustrated, she put her mug and cream down, and headed to the door.

One check through her peep hole and she saw it was Ivan.

He was at her door.

“Come on, Delaney. I know you’re in there and you’re not getting rid of me. Come on. Open up. I want to talk to you.”

She opened the door, not thinking about the fact she was wearing her candy cane pajamas and looking so not sexy at all.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He looked her up and down. “I never thought candy canes could look so sexy.”

One smoldering look from him and her body turned to mush.

He stepped into her apartment and she didn’t fight him as he closed the door behind him. She loved how he stepped toward her and when she hit the wall, he trapped her against it.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t want you to walk away from me. Do you know how hard it was to let you go?”

“How did you know where I lived?” she asked.

“A couple of phone calls, that’s all it takes. You don’t have a problem with that, do you, babe?”

“What’s happening here, Ivan?”

“I know you felt it while we were trapped together.” He reached out and cupped her cheek. His thumb stroked over her lip and she moaned, whimpering as he pressed inside her mouth. “You think I’m going to spend Christmas on my own, especially knowing how good you felt wrapped around my cock?”

He slid his hand down to her neck and she cried out as he cupped her breast. He stroked over her nipple and her eyes closed as pleasure rushed through her body.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know about the office rules. We shouldn’t be in a relationship but here’s the thing, Delaney, I don’t like to follow the rules. I never have. I find them boring, tedious, and right now, the only thing I care about is having your lips wrapped around my cock, or even better, your pussy on my dick. I want you and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of what I want.”

He opened the buttons on her pajama top and she couldn’t think.

“You need to stop doing that,” she said.

“Why? We both know you want it. I know I want it.” His lips touched her neck and he didn’t stop there. As he opened her pajama shirt, he kissed down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasied about doing this to you, baby? How I’ve wanted you spread out on my desk, ready and ripe for the taking. My own little Christmas present to myself. You’re mine, Delaney.”

He picked her up, and she kissed him back as he carried her to her bedroom. It certainly beat drowning her sorrows in whipped cream and cocoa.