“Come on, quickly, before we catch our death of cold,” I gasped and trotted down the stairs to the hall.

“Bloody hell, it’s freezing,” Gary gasped, but soon I pushed at the door into my classroom.

“Now, mind your head, the door is a little low, but we should be warm in here,” I said as I walked towards the playhouse in the corner.

Inside, I set about moving the pillows and beanbags into one corner and directed Gary to put the heater in the opposite one. We fed the wire out of the little wooden window and into the plug socket on the wall just beside it. “Wonderful idea Miss Conrad,” Gary said as we settled down on the cushions in the corner and draped the patchwork quilt over us.

“It’s just a good job I turned it into Santa’s log cabin; it was a theatre last month and didn’t have half the home comforts we’ve got now.”

We sat in silence for a while. The glow of the heater gently illuminated the interior. The scent of wood and the pine branches I’d taken off a tree in my garden added a sharp twang of Christmas through the little windows in the cabin. “I guess,” I said, “if we pretended hard enough this could be a Swiss Chalet.”

“Yes,” he continued, “and the heater could be a log fire, crackling and throwing out sparks and heat.”

“The snow is falling outside, where pine trees are covered with it and there are towering snowy mountains in the background.” I closed my eyes and felt as if I was there.

“There’s not a soul around, just us, the world around is silent. Everyone is snuggled up at home, waiting for Father Christmas to come.”

“Perfect,” I sighed.

“Yes, it is,” Gary agreed. I felt his hand close around mine and my eyes fluttered open. “I’m glad I’m here with you.” “Me too,” I replied. My heart rate picked up and I licked my lips. There was a tension in the air and I became increasingly aware of my half-naked body and how it was only an inch or so away from his.

“I want to kiss you again,” he whispered, his gaze pierced through to my very core. My cheeks were so hot I swore they were on fire and I am sure my heartbeat could be heard echoing in the streets for miles around.

“Please do,” I replied and leant forward just a little way. The gap between us closed. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I felt dizzy and faint but as his lips caressed mine a perfect ecstasy engulfed me and all the stomach-churning emotions flipped from negative to positive and all I wanted was more of his mouth on mine.

Remy subtly shifted the crotch of his pants as he walked hand in hand with Bella Donna toward the restaurant. His cock had hardened to such an extent that it felt incredibly uncomfortable as he moved; each step had it rubbing against the zipper of his jeans. It took a lot of self-control on his part not to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed his name.

But he wanted to drag out her pleasure. She would need all the energy she could get for tonight. Her ass swayed as she followed the restaurant hostess to the back of the establishment. A natural wiggle, rather than the exaggerated movement so many women used when trying to appear sexy.

Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders when she turned to face him.

“Is this table okay with you?”

She gestured to a cozy booth, almost completely secluded. Going by her sultry smirk, Bella Donna planned on using the private table to their advantage. Saucy woman.

“It’s perfect.” He looked to the hostess. “Thank you.”

Seated next to each other, they ordered drinks and entrees quickly. Remy waited until the hostess was out of earshot. “Planning on enjoying the privacy, are you?”

She grinned, her eyes showing amusement and arousal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She ran her hand up his thigh, coming incredibly close to his crotch before she stopped.

Oh hell, this woman’s going to have me begging to see her again after tonight.

With a wink, she squeezed his leg lightly before removing her hand. Two can play at that game. He saw a waitress approaching with their drinks and quickly moved to touch Bella Donna’s thigh, stroking her soft and silky smooth skin. Remy moved his hand up until he reached the juncture he sought. Running a finger along the band of her panties, he grinned, enjoying the way her skin flushed. She sucked in a breath and shot him a look of slight embarrassment, along with enjoyment and the lust he’d sought.

Remy moved his fingers over her mound, his cock jumping when he found the material of her panties completely soaked. Quickly, he slipped his digits beneath the cotton and parted her slick folds. Bella Donna squealed and clamped her legs together the moment he touched her clit.

The waitress stood before the table and smiled at them, clearly oblivious to what went on under the table. “Two bourbons and a water?”

“Thank you,” he replied casually.

Bella Donna let out a breath and regarded him with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you did that while she stood right here.”

“Really?” He found her entrance and he paused for a moment. “What about this?”

He thrust a finger inside her, enjoying the way she gasped and gripped his wrist. He moved his finger in and out, wriggling it around until he located her Gspot. Enjoying the way her cheeks flushed, he stilled his motion and reached for a drink with his free hand.

Raising his glass to her, Remy waited until she grabbed hers. “To us.”