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“Damn, I love you, woman,” he said with a laugh. Then he grabbed her thighs and yanked her to him as he surged inside. The second his wife’s wet heat engulfed his cock, he closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck. Nothing better,” he whispered as his nerve endings went wild with pleasure.

“Uh, Mav?”

His lips quirked. “Yeah, baby?”

“What the hell is that?”

Popping his eyes open, he gave her his most wolfish grin. “You know what it is.”

Her mouth opened then closed. “Tell me you did not get a mistletoe plant tattooed right above your junk.”

He winked. “Sure fucking did. About two weeks ago. Had to get pretty creative to keep you from noticing until today.” It’d been a miracle the tattoo artist could find a way to fit it among all his others, but the guy worked miracles.

Stephanie laughed, making her pussy clench around him. “You are insane,” she said. “And aren’t I supposed to kiss it instead of fuck it?”

With a strangled snort, he pulled out the thrust again. Fuck, that felt good.

Steph gasped.

“Plenty of time for that later. Don’t you worry.”

“Won’t be enough time for anything if you keep moving so slow.”

Mav threw his head back as loud laughter erupted from him. “Damn, you’re perfect for me, woman.”

Now it was her turn to wink as she said, “I love you, but fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He snapped his hips, making her cry out.

Stephanie would be okay. They would be okay. Despite all they’d endured, the strength of their relationship had carried them through and would again.

As he continued to fuck into his wife, Maverick leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Mav.”

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