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    All The Trimmings
    All The Trimmings
    All The Trimmings
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    All The Trimmings

    By Caitlyn Willows

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    When Chrissy agreed to housesit for her grandparents and prep the place for Christmas, she never imagined the icing on her cookies would be the twins next door. But they were hard-loving men who didn’t play for keeps, and she never played at all…until now.

    Joe and Jess crave their neighbors’ cute granddaughter more than they can stand. She’s definitely a game changer they never imagined, blowing into their lives like the approaching winter storm, stirring up their wildest fantasies and making them want with an intensity hot enough to melt the fake icicles draped around her Grandma’s house.

    Christmas with all the trimmings. Those were Grandma’s instructions. And while Chrissy knows she wasn’t referring to Chrissy laid out for Joe and Jess’s pleasure­or they hers—Grandma’s got some explaining of her own to do. Like how she knew about those dimples on the twin’s perfect backsides.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCaitlyn Willows
    Release dateFeb 22, 2018
    ISBN9781386393085
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    Caitlyn Willows

    Blessed (or cursed) with a vivid imagination, Caitlyn Willows eventually learned to turn that talent inward. Readers will find deep emotions and sizzling sensuality seamlessly woven into her action-filled stories. Believing life is to be lived and felt, not merely watched, Caitlyn delivers real-to-life characters in unforgettable tales of love, adventure, and always steamy passion. No one is more surprised than she at the direction life has taken her. She is also a mosaic artist and an avid crafter with a passion for cross-stitch. Caitlyn lives in the beautiful desert of Southern California with her husband (a genealogist). She is always on the lookout for the next interesting tidbit that will help fill her writing well.

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      All The Trimmings - Caitlyn Willows

      All The Trimmings

      By

      Caitlyn Willows

      Copyright © December 2014 by Caitlyn Willows

      Cover Artist: Ginny Glass

      This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      About The Author

      Chapter One

      One would think Chrissy Wallace’s attention would be on the giant Santa being hoisted into the sleigh on top of her grandparents’ house, not on the perfectly proportioned, jean-clad backside of the hunky man doing the work. In her defense, standing on the ladder as he was, the man had a damn fine ass to look at—the perfect peach shape a woman could sink her heels into and ride to the finish line. She’d bet he’d dig those long, thick fingers of his deep into her butt and hold her in place while he pounded her into the mattress.

      One hand clasped firmly around the steering wheel, she used the other to fan the heat from her face. This was what happened when she hadn’t had sex in nine months. With her grandparents on vacation and her house-sitting for them, what were the odds she could get lucky? An hour away from home with none of the small-town ogling that went with it? It’d be so much easier than looking for a hookup in one of the clubs on Palm Canyon Drive. If he was helping out her grandparents, he’d already been vetted. So...hell yeah, she was going to go for it. Providing he was available, of course.

      Please, let him be available. He can be my Christmas present.

      Movement on the roof drew her gaze to the man helping him. Another stunning male specimen. These must be the nice young men who moved in next door her grandmother had mentioned. Sunglasses guarded his eyes against the setting sun hovering near the peak of San Jacinto. Those rays bathed his tan skin in gold, highlighting the cut of muscle in his biceps and forearms. Nothing like being able to wear a tank top in December. One of the many reasons she loved living in Southern California.

      Her heart somersaulted as she watched him haul Santa to safety on the roof. He handled the decoration like it weighed nothing, and she knew for a fact the thing weighed a ton and was awkward as hell. Much as she loved it, Santa and his sleigh had been the bane of her family’s existence for as long as she could remember. A chore to be avoided at all cost, only to be done under duress and pleading from Grandma to put the decoration in place. Someone always caved. With her grandparents heading out for a Baja cruise, everyone thought they’d be spared this year, especially since Chrissy’s parents were going too. Well...they had been spared. Someone else had been pressed into service.

      Probably fell prey to Grandma’s charming smile and bright blue eyes. For a woman nearing seventy, Grandma still knew how to work it. Oh, to have a snippet of that power.

      The man on the ladder joined his partner on the roof, taking a stance on the other side of Santa. Seeing their matching smiles made her mouth drop open. Twins. Decisions, decisions. Surely one of them was unattached. Maybe both? Oh, the fantasies that wrought.

      She snapped her jaw shut and pulled into the driveway next to Pops’s Prius. Grandma waved at her, love beaming from her eyes. Chrissy was embarrassed to admit she hadn’t seen her standing there until that moment. Her attention had been riveted elsewhere. She sneaked a final mouthwatering glance upward, then cut the engine and got out.

      Chrissy! Grandma hurried her way, arms open.

      Chrissy was conscious of the men above, wondering if they were looking, possibly interested. She was tempted to fluff her hair into some semblance of order, check her breath, flash them a smile that broadcasted her need. She hugged Grandma instead.

      I’ve missed you. She meant it too. Even though she only lived an hour away, seeing them wasn’t so easy, and not because of Chrissy’s schedule. It was their active calendar that made things tricky. She hoped she’d have half their energy at that age.

      Oh, baby, we’ve missed you too. It’s so wonderful of you to take care of everything while we’re gone. Grandma rocked her to and fro.

      It’s no problem. I didn’t want you to miss out on your cruise. Without that promise, her grandmother wouldn’t have budged.

      One thing a person had to know straight up about her grandmother—the woman lived Christmas. It was up to Chrissy to make sure everything was in place—decorations, baking, and dinner—by the time her grandparents returned on Christmas Eve for the family gathering the following day.

      Grandma held her at arm’s length. But it’s so much work, and... She chewed on her lower lip, gaze wandering off into space. Chrissy knew the look too well. Grandma was thinking about all the things that could go wrong to her perfect Christmas setup.

      Now, now. She steered her toward the house. I’ve been watching you do this since the day I was born. I’ve got it covered.

      Well, but... Chrissy, you know I really like all the trimmings. I know your parents meant well, and I do appreciate the cruise, but it really is very inconvenient. There’s still the tree and the candy-cane walkway. The lighted reindeer in their forest. She gasped. Oh dear, the truffles! I forgot to make truffles before I left.

      Damn it, woman. Pops charged from the house, a suitcase clutched in each hand. Her lime-green purse dangled from his shoulder. We can survive without truffles for one year. Chrissy’s here. Get in the car. We’re going to hit traffic as it is.

      But—

      Chrissy reversed momentum and aimed her toward the Prius. I’ve got this, Grandma. I won’t let you down. You’ll have Christmas with all the trimmings, just like always. I promise.

      Well...okay. If only she sounded more convinced. Grandma opened the car door to sit, then yanked back.

      Boys, she shouted up to the roof, this is the granddaughter I told you about. Chrissy, meet Joe and Jess Palmer. A point of her finger indicated who was who. You can tell them apart by their dimples, she whispered. Joe has one on the left. Jess has one on the right.

      Bright smiles rained down on her with waves she returned. No dimples visible from this distance. She placed them at around thirty just like her, another plus.

      Nice to meet you, she called up.

      Likewise, they responded.

      We’ve heard a lot about you, Joe replied.

      And we’re looking forward to meeting you, Jess added.

      Chrissy took a chance. I see she’s got you hard at work. Can I repay you with dinner tonight?

      Joe shrugged one hand. The other balanced Santa in the sleigh. Sorry, we’ve already got plans. Tomorrow?

      She smiled. Tomorrow, then. Damn. Well, not all hope was lost.

      "Could we please leave?" Pops stressed.

      Yes, yes. Grandma sank into the seat. "Keep your panties on.

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