Stuffing His Stocking

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I thought I’d never see him again, but five years later we’re n@ked in front of the Christmas tree.

Dylan Kane is gorgeous. He’s smart and wealthy and used to be my st3p brother.

But it’s not like we were actual siblings or anything. Our parents were only married for a year. I didn’t think he’d even remember me until he showed up and saved me when I least expected it.

So, of course, I can’t let him spend the holidays alone. I have to invite him home with me for Christmas, don’t I?

That’s what I tell myself, hoping to make the next several days less awkward. Because why would a man like him—a man who could have any woman he chooses—want to spend Christmas with a girl he barely knows in a small town away from home?

Pfft, it’s stupid, right?

But tell that to my heart because it flutters every time he touches me. Butterflies take flight in my stomach when he whispers in my ear. Surely, this Greek god of a man isn’t attracted to me. Is he?

I guess there must be something between us because what we’re doing right now will definitely put us on the naughty list.