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V Card For Christmas

V Card For Christmas

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He asked me to be his fake wife... I gave him my v card.

He’s my hot, older next-door neighbor and he looks like he would be trouble.
But after one taste of my cupcake, he’s on a mission.
He watches me like an obsessed voyeur, and I probably should tell him no, but when he gets in a bind, I agree to be his fake wife.

Main Tropes

  • Protective Man
  • Curvy Woman
  • Virgin
  • Fake Wife
  • OTT
  • All the Feels

Synopsis

A Top 50 Amazon Bestseller!He asked me to be his fake wife... I gave him my v card.

Yea, it probably wasn’t the smartest move.He’s my hot, older next-door neighbor and he looks like he would be trouble.But after one taste of my cupcake, he’s on a mission.

He watches me like an obsessed voyeur, and I probably should tell him no, but when he gets in a bind, I agree to be his fake wife.

It was supposed to be a fun Christmas Eve celebration.I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.And I definitely wasn’t supposed to end up in his bed after one date.

Lincoln is smart, handsome, protective and exactly what I wanted... but I wasn’t ready for the next morning when I hear another woman on the phone claiming to be his wife.

Was this all a game?If so, it’s one I really didn’t want to lose.

Intro to Chapter 1

Chapter 1

LINCOLN

I twist the cap on my beer and take a big
swig. It’s been one of those days. You know, where nothing seems to go right. I
walk across the living room and fall onto the couch, ready to watch some
SportsCenter or the History Channel or anything that will get my mind off
today.

Before I can even
push the button on the remote, my doorbell rings. For a split second, I debate
not answering it. Bull, my pitbull, just looks up at me, tilting his head to
the side. He’s not concerned in the least about who might be at our door. No,
he’s probably wondering where his dinner is. I pet him between the ears.
“Sorry, Bull. I’ll get rid of whoever’s at the door and then I’ll get you some
food.”

He barks then, and I
resist rolling my eyes. Some guard dog. He doesn’t bark at someone at the front
door, but he sure does at the idea of food. I step over him and walk to the
front door, not even trying to hide my frustration when I sling open the door.

“Uh, hi. I’m your
new neighbor.” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders. “I just moved into the
apartment above Mr. and Mrs. Jamison’s garage.”

She’s staring at me,
smiling, holding a pink box in her hands. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I’ve had dreams
that started like this. She’s curvy, and she may have on a sweater over her
dress, but it does nothing to hide the deep V of her cleavage. The woman is tongue-wagging
delicious. My heart is racing in my chest. “When?” I ask her.

She squints up at
me, and I try to soften my voice and unflex my arms. I’m ready to pounce. She’s
smaller than me, and the once easy soft smile is now guarded. If she tries to
run, I don’t think I can just let her go. I clear my throat. “I mean, when did
you move in?” What I want to say is how long have you been next door and me not
know about it? How much time have I wasted? There’s no way she’s lived in
Whiskey Run long; I would have known before now.

Her smile returns,
and her big green eyes widen. “Two weeks.”

It’s like a punch in
the gut. Two weeks this goddess has been next door and I hadn’t noticed? I
definitely work too fuckin’ much.

I hold out my hand.
“I’m Lincoln.”

She juggles the box
before putting in one arm and holding it against her side. When she holds her
other hand out to me, I grab on to it. Her skin is so soft, I can’t resist
stroking my finger along the inside of her wrist. “I’m Avery,” she says with a
catch in her breath.

That sound. It makes
me wonder what sound she’d make while I was driving into her, hands on her
hips, guiding her up and down my cock. I pull my hand back and stuff them both
in the front pockets of my dress pants, stretching out the soft material. If I
didn’t, she’d know exactly what I was thinking in five seconds flat. “It’s nice
to meet you, Avery.”

She blushes, and I
watch as she trembles. The snow is falling behind her, and I step aside. “Come
in. It’s too cold to be out here.”

She hesitates for
just a minute until she walks in, and I follow behind her. I slam into the back
of her when she stops suddenly. The force of my body against hers has her
grabbing the pink box before it hits the floor and me grabbing her before she
does.

My arms are around
her waist and my hands flattened to her stomach as I pull her up flush against
the front of my body. The erection I was trying to hide from her only moments
ago has completely come to life now as she giggles again. I’m pretty sure I’m going
to hell because I hold her to me firmly, committing to memory the feel of her
against me before I set her on her two feet and force myself to put distance
between us. I look over her shoulder and spot what has her stopping. “Bull,
move so we can come in.”

Bull opens his mouth
wide in a big yawn and stares up at us without moving. I step around Avery, but
before I can get to Bull, Avery’s dropping to her knees, setting the box on the
ground next to her. “You surprised me, didn’t you, buddy? Well, I didn’t forget
you.” She pulls a bone-shaped cookie from the pocket of her dress and holds it
up to me. “It’s an all-natural doggie treat. Can Bull have it?”

I nod, not wanting
to disappoint her. My dog is not going to eat anything all natural. He’s pretty
picky when it comes to his food. I watch as she holds the treat out to Bull. He
sniffs it and jerks it from Avery’s hand, devouring it in one bite. He chews it
up, and before I can stop him, he’s bounding on top of Avery, licking her cheek
and knocking her backwards onto the floor.

“Bull, no!” I say,
reaching for the dog.

Avery’s laughing,
rolling on the floor as Bull stands over her, licking her face, and the more
Avery squirms, the more Bull thinks it’s a game. I’m about to grab my dog when
I notice in all of the twisting and turning, Avery’s dress has ridden up her
thighs and I have a perfect view of her pink panties fitted to her cunt. Fuck
me, this has to be a test.

I avert my eyes and
grab the dog, walking with him into the kitchen. I need a breather and to put a
little space between me and the new neighbor. “I’m going to give him his food.
I’ll be right back.”

I set the dog down
in the kitchen and fill his bowl up with food. Instead of devouring it like
normal, he sticks his nose up in the air and turns to walk back toward the
other room. “Oh no you don’t, Bull. You’re staying in here.” I set him down at
his bowl again. “Now, stay. I’ll be back.”

I adjust myself,
take a few calming breaths and then walk back out to where I left Avery. She’s
standing now, her pretty pink panties hidden, and she’s holding her little pink
box, innocently smiling at me with her big, green eyes. As if she didn’t just sucker
punch me in the gut. “Sorry about that. He loved the treat you gave him.”

“Oh good. And these
are for you,” she says, holding out the box to me.

I take it and open
it up. The smell of sugar and sweetness hits my nose in an instant, and I reach
into the box. There’s an assortment of cupcakes, all perfectly decorated. I
pick up the snowman and take a bite. The sweet taste melts on my tongue, and before
I realize it I’ve inhaled the whole cupcake. “Uh, wow, that is good. Did you
make it?”

Her face brightens
at the compliment, and I pick up a Santa cupcake and eat a bite of it,
determined to take it slower this time. “Wow, these are really good. Do you
want to have a seat? I don’t know where my manners are. Obviously, Bull and I
don’t get a lot of guests over.”

“I’ll have to bring
my Muff over.”

My eyes widen, and I
start to choke on the piece of cupcake that I couldn’t resist. “Your muff?” I
ask, between coughs.

She nods innocently.
My mind is in the complete gutter, and she tilts her head. “Yeah, my kitty’s
name is Muff. Bull will love her.”

I don’t want to
disappoint her because Bull doesn’t get along well with other dogs, and he’s
definitely not going to play nice with a cat. I’m working it out in my head,
trying to figure out how to get her back over here. I may have to threaten the
dog, but if getting her to bring Muff over here is going to be my excuse, I’ll
make it happen.

“Uh, are you okay?
Do you need water or something?”

I need something all
right. Her... on my lap and her lips on mine. I’m shaking my head, though. “No,
I’m fine. Thank you for these. I’ll probably eat them all tonight.”

She rocks back and
forth on her feet. “That’s all right. I bake all the time. I’m happy to share.”

My smile freezes on
my face. Share. I definitely won’t be sharing her. As a matter of fact, I’ll
probably pluck the eyes out of any asshole that looks at her.

She’s moving, and I
must have gotten lost in thought because she’s walking to the door. “Where are
you going?” I ask her.

She looks at me over
her shoulder with a laugh on her lips. “Home. I know you just got home from
work, and you have to be tired. I just wanted to say hi and bring you and your
doggie some treats.”

I set the box down
on the entry table. “I’ll walk you home.”

She steps onto the
porch and pulls her sweater closer around her. “You don’t have to.”

With my hand on her
back, I guide her down the steps and across the driveway. “I want to.” And
right then, I knew that I’m going to be seeing a lot more of Avery.

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