He should’ve been itching to check his e-mail on his phone, or at least reporting in with his executive team to see if there were any fires requiring his personal attention. Cookies and cocoa weren’t the anchor keeping him moored in the moment. Nor his family. It was Georgia who captivated. Each time she reached for a sugar cookie or an ornament, he let his eyes linger on her curves. He longed to know her full breasts and the swell of her hips by heart. The softness of her belly and the taste of her pink nipples. Georgia swiped at Peter’s cheek with her thumb, yanking him off a path best left untrodden. “Glitter,” she said, holding up two fingers covered in sparkly residue. His stomach wobbled with warm, gooey emotions. Perhaps the eggnog gave him Dutch courage, but rather than retreat, he smiled. “Thanks. If Niall had seen it, he’d start up with the Tinkerbell jokes.” “Tinkerbell?” Niall shouldered between him and Georgia to hang an ornament. “Nah. You’re more Captain Hook.”
