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They were too busy gossiping about Abel to worry about us too much, but they haven't left us alone entirely. Our pictureshave been splashed across every gossip website in existence for the past few days. Despite Kaiden's fears, they've been…kind. Their story about my weight disappeared as soon as news about my pregnancy broke. They're too busy trying to figure out how long Kaiden and I have been together, how far along I am, and whether I was MIA because of pregnancy complications. They're shameless, honestly. But they aren't talking negatively about Kaiden, so I don't really care what they say. Damen's statement about what happened to Kaiden embarrassed a lot of people. They're facing a public reckoning over how they treated him and the horrible things they've printed about his scars and body in the years since.
I have no sympathy for any of them. Perhaps I should. Maybe I should be gracious and forgiving, but it takes zero effort to be kind. They had ten years to treat him with the respect and dignity he always deserved. Regardless of what happened to him or how he was hurt, words and what we do with them have power. It shouldn't have taken the truth for people to realize that he deserved better.He always deserved better.
"Say yes," Kaiden growls.
"I already said yes!" I cry, laughing softly. He's so bossy. Lucky for him, I don't mind. There's something damn sexy about this man when he's being all commanding and demanding.
He goes entirely still behind me, and then his big body shudders. "Fuck," he whispers. His lips touch the back of my neck in a reverent, worshipful kiss. "You mean it, princess? You aren't just fucking with me?"
"I mean it," I whisper. "All I want for Christmas is to be yours, Kaiden. You're all I've wanted since the day I met you."
"Jesus." He exhales a shaky breath. And then he starts to move.
I cry out as he fucks me, bucking his hips into mine in powerful thrusts. I bounce with each one, unable to do anythingbut take what he gives me and cry out for more. His thumb presses against my clit, his free hand wrapping around my throat as he tilts my head back to claim my lips.
He swallows my sounds, breathing them into my lungs and exhaling them back into my mouth in grunts and curses. I take each one eagerly, tasting their shape on my lips, marveling that I have this much power over someone so much larger than life. I wreck and ruin him without even trying, shaking him all the way to his foundation.
He's beautiful when he's discomposed and raw.
He's beautiful when he's vulnerable.
He's beautiful, period.
If I'm a star, he's the sun, eclipsing me with his light. It's so damn bright that it's blinding. And I get to spend the rest of my life basking in it. I get to spend the rest of my life just like this.
Nichole Rose Books and Bio
Award-winning author Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good romance about relatable curvy heroines and the over-the-top alpha men who can't live without them. When not writing, she spends her time annoying her own bossy alpha and refereeing her army of furry minions. You can learn more about her and her book universe at her website.
Epilogue
NICK SAINT
The Avalon Club was the perfect venue for our New Year’s Eve wrap party. The venue was ultra-modern, with a sleek black lacquered bar centered in the expansive, black and white chevron-floored room. Walls covered in glittering gold letters led to a raw oak slat ceiling, and the flickering lights of the metallic curtains made the bottles of champagne sparkle. The brick walls were adorned with the artwork of Lucas Moretto, a talented artist who’d designed spaces for several A List celebrities.
A live band was playing laid back jazz and blues music on a small stage at the back of the room, providing the perfect ambiance as the guests talked and laughed and enjoyed the extensive selection of finger foods beautifully laid out on the table running the length of one wall.
The place was buzzing as I sipped my champagne and scanned the room with satisfaction, taking in the merry scene before me.Damn, I’m good.
Santa better watch out, or I might be stealing his job.
Christmas had been my favorite time of year for as long as I could remember, and spreading cheer was one of my favoriteparts. If I could sprinkle a little love in there, I was all the merrier.
When I wroteThe Naughty List, I did it with a very specific cast and crew in mind. I’d worked with everyone at one time or another. This group of Hollywood humbuggers were all people I’d come to care about, and I wanted them to truly experience the joy of the season.
And yes, I might have rubbed my hands together in anticipation of a little matchmaking…
Maybe it was because I’d also recently found love. My festive matchmaking had resulted in a completely unexpected but wonderful union with the woman of my dreams–and she’d been only too eager to help me with my scheming. I might have picked the perfect cast and crew in the hope of Christmas love-match miracles, but my beautiful soulmate had gifted me with a happily ever after of my own.
As if my thoughts had summoned her, Julianna sidled up next to me. “You’re looking awfully proud of yourself, Mr. Saint,” she teased.
I slipped my arm around her waist, drinking in her flushed cheeks and gorgeous smile. “Can you blame me, Mrs. Saint?”
My wife chuckled, and the twinkling lights caused the ring on her left hand to sparkle as she raised a flute of champagne to her lips. I’d given Julianna the ring for Christmas and told her I wanted to celebrate the new year as husband and wife, so we’d tied the knot that very morning.
“No, I certainly can’t. The number of diamond rings in this room is blinding.”
I laughed and scanned the room again.
