Jackson knew it was risky, but there was something about the holiday spirit that made him want to take that risk.

He held the candy cane behind his back as he approached April at the drinks table,

where she looked incredible in a green velvet dress.

Merry Christmas, he said, extending the candy cane in her direction.

She turned around and gasped.

Oh, a Christmas wish! She looked past Jackson at the small table set up at the far end of the brewery. One of the best parts of the brewery's annual

Christmas party was the fact that people could pay to have Mrs. Claws write a

Christmas wish on a candy cane. With all of the money going to charity, the wishes, of course,

were guaranteed to come true. It was Christmas magic. April was giddy as she opened up the note that had been tied to the candy cane.

I wish for one date with April Atkins!

Her face softened, her green eyes staring up at Jackson.

She was suddenly overcome with the strongest desire to kiss his scruffy face.

Just a date? Jackson swallowed nervously. He was taken off guard when April's lips connected to his.

What is your definition of a date?

She asked, pulling away.

When Jackson was standing in front of the Christmas wishes table,

he certainly hadn't expected that it would end up with April leading him into the brewery

bathroom, pressing him up against the locked door. Her high heels made April nearly the same

height as Jackson. She kissed him deeply and intensely, slipping her tongue between his lips.

His big hands ran over the back of her dress and down to her ass.

Are you sure we should do this here? he asked.

His heart was pounding thoroughly in his ears.

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