Free Her Little White Lie (BWWM Romance) by Cj Howard Page A

disappear into thin air. Mikey unbuttoned, unzipped and unfastened every layer of my clothes, tossing them onto the floor one by one. His naked chest was above me, broad and muscular as I remembered and I sank my teeth into his skin. We rolled over in the bed, passionate kisses and embraces until I was top of him, leaving several hot and hungry kisses on his neck and shoulders.
     
    He liked the feel of me biting his ear. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his limbs around me until we were tangled in the blankets, the cold didn't matter anymore, neither of us could feel it.
    I was ready and eager for Mikey to be inside me and called his name, loudly, as his body sank into me, feeling him deep inside me, intense but loving thrusts until I lost all control.
     
    We made love all night and fell asleep, hot and exhausted, but happy.
    When we woke up on Christmas morning, the lights of the tree were still on. My head was resting on Mikey's chest and his arms were around me, one hand on my cheek.
    “You awake,” he said.
    “Yes.” I looked up at him. “Merry Christmas.”
    “Merry Christmas.”
    I got up to make coffee and then spotted the envelope under the tree. I looked over at Mikey and smiled. What did he have planned for us? What was this present he had lined up?
    We sat up in bed with our sweaters on and I went over to get the envelope.
    “It came,” I said waving the envelope. I sat beside Mikey.
     
    “What did?” He took a long sip of his coffee.
     
    “Don't pretend like you don't know.” I pushed it under his nose. “The courier brought this yesterday. I guess it must have been after you broke up with Delores.”
     
    “Gracie, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about. What courier?”
    “So this envelope has nothing to do with you?”
    “No, I have no idea what's in it, Grace. Open it.”
    I peeled open the envelope. Inside was a letter written on the hotel writing paper. It was a letter from Mr. Iglesias.
     
    Dear Grace
    By the time you read this letter I will be visiting with my sister and you will be with Mikey. Don't ask how I know this, I just do and the very thought makes me smile.
    I hope you are both happy.
    You have been a wonderful friend to me Princesa, and I would like to wish you and Mikey a very special and wonderful Christmas.
    I look forward to the day when we meet again.
    Until then, I leave you both with one last Christmas gift. At 1 pm this afternoon, look out of your window and you will see that I have arranged for a car to take you to the Great West International Hotel.
    There, the Excelsior Suite has been booked for two nights for you both. Room service is all arranged and you will be served a Christmas meal at the time you require.
    I'm sorry Gracie to send you back to your place of work when it should be your day off but I thought that for this present you might appreciate the irony and make an exception.
    Please enjoy this gift from my heart to yours.
    Feliz Navidad
    Edmundo Iglesias
     
    I turned to look to look at Mikey.
    “Well, just don't sit there,” he said. We need to pack an overnight case.”
    I threw my arms around him. This had to have been the best Christmas I ever had.
    The car arrived at 1 pm as promised. There were very few people on the roads as we drove through New York on a gray and bleak afternoon. As we got closer to the hotel I squeezed Mikey's arm. I didn't remember seeing the city like this.
     
    Usually I was on foot and kept my head down. I would dodge in and out of the other pedestrians in a beeline for either the hotel or the subway. But from the back of the car Mr. Iglesias had provided for us, the city looked majestic. The tall buildings, stretching high up into the white sky, in shades of brown and gray, and highly polished glass in varying tints, stood at – attention, just for us.
     
    The buildings would be empty now, everyone would be home having the kind of Christmas that I thought I would be having with my fake family.
     
    We