Yesterday, we spent Christmas Eve with my mom and sister. Of course, my mother asked when I was moving back to Eldorado so I’d be closer to her and Ivy. Apparently, an hour is too far. But she enjoyed hearing all about Knox and me getting together. After dinner, we exchanged gifts, then watched A Christmas Story. It’s our little family tradition that Knox is now a part of.

He gently tucks loose strands of hair behind my ear. “We need to open presents first.”

“Can’t wait for you to see what I got you,” I say.

“Same here.” After we’re dressed, he leads me to the living room, where we sit cross-legged on the floor. It’s gloomy outside, so the colorful lights brighten the whole room.

I find one of his gifts, and he grabs mine, then we exchange. Knox rips off the silver paper, and his jaw drops.

“Hadleigh, baby,” he murmurs, removing a black Stetson cowboy hat.

“I thought you might want a new one and that maybe you could model it for me later. Only wearing that.”

His brow pops up with a devilish smirk. “I think I can make that happen.” Leaning over, he kisses me. “Thank you. Now your turn.”

I remove the tissue paper from the bag and pull out a sleek black box. Once I open it and see it’s a G-spot vibrator, I burst out laughing since we were just talking about sex toys.

“You know me way too well, don’t you?”

He grins. “Better than you know. I thought you could wear that today…while we’re at Christmas dinner with my family.”

My mouth falls open as he takes it out of the package. “Knox Bishop, you’re gonna kill me with that.”

With a slanted smirk, he holds it up for me. “You put this egg-shaped part inside, and the smaller part rests on your clit.” He grabs his phone and syncs it to the app. “And I’ll control it with a touch of a button.”

I take it from his grip, feeling it in my hands. “Okay. I’m down for a dirty challenge.”

“That’s my good girl.” He clicks the button, changing its vibrations from low to medium to high. “Today is gonna be fun as hell.”

“I don’t think I like that mischievous look on your face right now.” I laugh, actually loving it.

We finish exchanging gifts until they’re all open.

“This is too much,” I tell him, glancing over the bath bombs, perfume, tennis bracelet, hour-long massage gift certificate, and sexy lingerie.

He leans forward and bites my bottom lip. “I want to spoil you.”

I grab his shirt, wanting him closer. “You already do.”

“I do spoil that pussy often,” he says, grinning.

“Don’t ya dare start gettin’ cocky,” I say. “But seriously, thank you.”