"I'll wrap these tomorrow night after Megan goes to bed." Trista said walking into the den.

"Hey you two. Have a productive shopping trip?"

"John you still up I see." Mark said.

"Yes, jet lag I guess." He said.

Trista put the presents into the closet till tomorrow.

"I found the doll Megan wanted for Christmas." Trista said smiling.

"Thats great." John said.

"Listen , I was wondering if I could stay here with you till Christmas Eve. You know me and my wife, God rest her soul, Never had any children. I really enjoy watching Megan so excited about the holidays." He said.

Mark wanted to scream he was hoping to have Reynold out by tomorrow.

"Of course we would love to have you." Mark said

"We'll just sign that contract Christmas Eve, Mark, it can be your Christmas gift." John said laughing.

Mark wanted to pound something, but he just smiled.

"Sure that will be fine." He said.

"Now I was discussing with Megan some fun things to do this week and we decided on the Zoo tomorrow." He said.

"I have to work tomorrow, but you, Trista and Megan have fun. It's a little cold for the zoo, but I'm sure Megan will like it." He said.

"Nonsense, its the Christmas holiday. Your business wont go under if spend some well earned time with your family will it?" John asked.

Mark was really gritting his teeth.

Trista was afraid his head would start spinning.

"Of course you're right. I'm sure we will have lots of fun," Mark said.

"Honey I guess we better get to bed." He said.

"Wait up you two, I'm heading up myself." John said.

Trista and Mark realized at the same time they had a dilemma.

With John staying at the house, they were going to have to stay in he same room. If he caught them going in different bedrooms the gig was up.

Mark put his arm around Trista and led her upstairs. He figured he better keep her hands on her or she might bolt for the door. There plans hadn't included sleeping in the same room. He hoped she was flexible he thought smiling.

They stopped out side Mark's door.

"You two have a good night." John said smiling.

"Yea, goodnight." Mark said pulling Trista in the room with him and shutting the door.

As soon as the door was shut Trista rounded on him.

"I cant sleep in here with you. What are we going to do?" She asked.

Mark sat on the edge of his bed.

"Look we don't have a choice. I don't feel like a argument. Go get you a shower and I will find you a shirt to sleep in. You can move your clothes down here in the morning." He said.

Trista knew he was right, but she didn't like it one bit.

She stalked off to the bathroom and shut the door.

Mark got up and rummaged his drawers for a shirt for her to sleep in. He took it in the bathroom.

"Heres a shirt for you." He said laying it across the towel rack.

"Thanks." She yelled from the shower.

Mark left the bathroom and sat back down. He couldn't believe the was his luck was going. Why couldn't John just sign the contracts and get out of here. Now he was going to have to deal with Trista even longer and she really made him nervous. There was some kind of chemistry between them. He felt it every time he touched her. He pulled off his shirt and went to grab a pair of sweats.

Trista came out of the bathroom and Mark turned to look.

Good Lord his shirt had never looked so good. Her hair was damp and curled about her shoulder. Her long legs tauted him beneath the shirt and the shirt clung to every lovely curve she had.

Trista mouth fell open at the site of his naked chest. God but he was in good shape.. His muscles had muscles.

The tats were gorgeous. Her moth went dry at the site of him.

Mark grinned. She was eyeing him like a steak dinner.

"Darlin..I'm going to take a shower." He said and past close enough to her to make her gasp.

Trista get a hold of yourself. You cant let him get to you. She kept telling herself.

She got a pillow and blanket off the bed and lay down on the floor.. She would just sleep down here she thought.

Mark came out wearing nothing but a pair of sweats.

"What in the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Well I'm sure not sleeping in the same bed with you." She said turning her back to him.

"Oh you're not are you?" He asked.

Before Trista could move he had scooped her up and threw her on the bed.

"Believe me you have nothing to worry about girl, I don't have to resort to raping women ." He snapped.

Mark put pillows all the way down the middle of the bed.

"There, you're safe from the big bad wolf." He said turning out the light and getting in the bed.

Trista started to say something.

"Not one word." He snapped and closed his eyes.

Trista sighed. She supposed she insulted him. Not that she thought he would attack her. She just wasn't used to being around men and certainly not sleeping in the bed with them. She turned on her side and closed her eyes. She better get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Trista came awake suddenly. She turned and looked at the glowing face of the clock. It was three in the morning.

She turned to look at Mark sleeping on his back.

She couldn't resist the temptation of studying him while he was asleep.

She scooted closer to him and propped her head on the pillows in between them.

Trista watched him and smiled. He was snoring softly. She saw his pale lashes fanning his cheeks in the moonlight. He really was a handsome man. She inched closer looking at the tats on his arms. Trista shuddered at the size of his arms. They were so big. Just looking at him gave her a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach a feeling she was not familiar with.

Thats when she noticed the front of his sweats look like they had a tent pole in them. She blushed at the thought of what was hiding in there.

Trista reached out her hand and ran it down his flat stomach. He felt so warm and hard.

Her hand inched downward like it had a life of its on. She couldn't stop herself if she had wanted too. Her hand brushed the outside of his sweats causing his hard erection to jump.

Her wrist was caught in a hard grip and to her horror Mark sat up.

"Well Well little miss virtue, and you was worrying about me molesting you." He said chuckling.

Trista was horrified and embarrassed didn't began to describe what she was feeling.

She pulled her wrist out of his grasp and turned away from him.

Mark was outright laughing now. "I Cant believe you were acting like the ice princess earlier and then you try to grab my dick as soon as I close my eyes." he said.

Tears welled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. What was wrong with her. Mark was right to laugh at her. She couldn't believe she had done such a thing.

"What nothing to say, that must be a first ." Mark said.

He was put out to say the least. He already had a hard on from hell, then she goes grabbing it. He was horny as hell.

Trista couldn't hold back anymore. She burst in to horrified tears. How would she ever look at mark again.

Mark sighed running his hand through his short hair. Women were just to much work.

Maybe he shouldn't have laughed quite so hard at her.

"Trista quit crying, its not the end of the world." He said.

She just kept bawling and getting louder.

"Dammit." He muttered.

He hauled her across the bed and wrapped his big arms around.

"Hush now, stop crying...its okay." He said patting her back.

"I'mmm sssooorrry." She said in between sobs.

"Listen I can think of worse things than being woke up to a beautiful woman touching me." He said.

Mark was becoming aware of her warm body pressed tightly to his and her little arms wrapped around him, it was doing nothing to calm junior down.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked her face still pressed into his chest.

"I'm not blind, Trista." He said chuckling at her again.

"I understand honey, it would hard for any woman to resist a body like mine." He said teasing her.

Trista sat up at him glaring.

"Ohh you have a huge ego." She said.

Mark laughed at the look on her face. Trista realized he was teasing and started laughing too.

Mark laid back and pulled her against him.

"Mark I really am sorry." She said quietly still embarrassed.

"well maybe you better tell me what come over you. I thought you couldn't stand me." He said.

"I was..." She started.

"Yes." Mark prompted when she didn't continue.

"Its just..well you are rather beautiful and well I was curious when I seen the front of your sweats and I don't know I just wanted to touch you." She finished turning red again.

Mark figured as much. She was a babe in the woods totally innocent. Just what he didn't need.

"Beautiful Huh?" He said smiling.

Trista blushed again hiding her face in his chest.

"Thank you Darlin." He said.

Mark knew he should just sit her back on her side of the bed, but his willpower wasn't the greatest in the world either.

"Still curious?' he asked.

Trista knew she should say no. She should crawl back to her side of the bed and pretend it had never happened. But she found herself squeaking out a resounding yes.

Mark lay back on the bed.

"Touch anything you want." He said smiling encouragement at her.

Trista slowly leaned forward and ran her hand through his hair. It was soft, softer than she had thought a mans hair could be. She ran her fingers lightly over his scalp.

"Feels good." He said closing his eyes enjoying her innocent touch.

She ran a finger over his brows and down over his nose and then across his beautiful lips.

Mark smiled and pated his lips and playfully nipped at her finger.

Trista giggled and then on sudden impulse leaned own and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Mark jumped in surprise. He felt like he had been jolted by a thousand volts when their lips had touched.

"Keep going." he said .

Trista ran her hands down over his chest stopping to rub his nipples which hardened under her fingers.

Mark moaned. He was hard as a rock, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Did I hurt you?" She asked.

"No..Keep going." He gasped as her warm little hands rubbed his stomach.

Trista watched in fascination as his erection moved beneath the sweats he had on.

"Go on..he don't bite." Mark said when her hand hesitated at the waistband of his sweats.

She swallowed hard and took both hands and tugged at the waist of his pants. Mark lifted his hips to help her.

Trista sat back and took a deep breath. It was huge and it looked to be alive, she thought.

Mark couldn't help but laugh.

Trista looked up at him.

"Its okay girl." He said in a soothing voice.

She took her hand and graped it and Mark about came off the bed.

She was amazed at how it was warm, soft and hard all at the same time.

Mark moaned as she stroked it.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"It aches, not hurt exactly." He gasped out.

Trista continued to stroke his full erection. She enjoyed watching Mark's reaction to her touch.

He took her hand and showed her how to even out the strokes.
"Like this?" She asked.

"Yesssssss." Marked moaned his head falling back.

"Mark tell me what to do to please you, what can I do?" She asked.

A million word popped into his head. He thought about rolling her over and diving between those sweet thighs of her. But that was moving to fast.

"Kiss me." he said.

She bent over his face and laid her lips gently on his. Mark ran his tongue over her lips gently nudging them apart. She gasped as his tongue slid between her lips and dueled with her.

Trista moaned and started kissing him back while still stroking his erection.

"Mmm Baby." Mark whispered against her lips.

Trista loved kissing him..it made her all hot inside. She was feeling this she had never felt before.

Marked groaned as his climax built to a crescendo and his essence was spilled.

He kept kissing her and his breathing returned to normal.

"That was awesome sweetheart." Mark said.

He got up and came back with a washcloth and wiped her hand clean.

He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"It's you turn now." he said kissing her.

Trista felt her whole body melt wondering what was in store for her.

Mark laid her back on the bed and pulled her shirt off in one fast movement. She tried to cover herself but Mark grabbed her hands.

"Don't you're beautiful." he said.

Mark started at her lips kissing her deeply and took his time moving down her body inch by inch. By the time he had latched on to her breast and started suckling, she moaning and thrashing needing more.

Mark smiled at her unspent passion. He parted her legs and when his tongue started lapping at her

sweet lips and parting them, she was bucking her hips off the bed.

Trista felt like she falling down a roller coaster of pleasure. She grabbed Mark's head and moaned his name over and over as she came.

Mark licked her over and over till she sighed and released his head.

He moved back up and kissed her lips.

He rolled to the side and pulled her close to him.

"Mark what we did.." She said but couldn't finish.

"nothing wrong with it girl, we gave each other mutual pleasure. You don't always have to do the act. We just fooled around a bit." He said kissing her on top of the head.

Trista snuggled into his side and closed her eyes.

"Well continue maybe do a bit more fooling around tomorrow night." he said smiling at the thought.

Trista wasn't about to argue. It felt to good what they had done.


The next morning at breakfast Glen noticed the touching going on between Mark and Trista as far as he was concerned it was way more than an act for Mr. Reynolds benefit.

"Well Guys I'll call you in a few days." Glen said.

Megan jumped in his arms. "I'll miss you." She said.

"I'll miss you too angel." he said giving her a hug.

Mark walked Glen outside and Trista went to wash dishes.

"Mr. Reynolds..they was holding hands and kissing, thats good, right?" Megan asked.

"It would seem Santa has already sprinkled them with a love potion we just need to nudge them along in the right direction." he said grinning.

Megan smiled. By Christmas she was sure she was going to have a real family.