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“Merry fucking Christmas?” He grins as he holds himself above me, releasing his gag on my mouth.
Smiling, I nod. “I did tell you it was my favorite holiday.”
He laughs and grinds his hips against my thigh. I feel his cock through his pants. “I need you. I need to be inside you.”
“Then get inside me,” I murmur against his lips when he brings his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, the carnal flavor making me crave his entrance even more. I slide my hands over his torso and to the waist of his pants, searching for the buttons.
He moans, pressing himself harder into me as he kisses me in the curve of my neck. “I have never loved a woman the way I love you, sugar. I hope you understand what you mean to me?”
“I do,” I gasp. “I do.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. I was born to be yours.”
“Yes, sugar, yes you were.”
As he kisses me, he shifts his hips and allows me to open his button and zip then push his pants down enough to free his erection and take it in my hand. We moan together as my hand travels up and down his length, squeezing his girth as his intense arousal pulses against my palm.
“I love your touch, sugar, but I need more.”
“Then take it. Give it to me.”
Working together, we push his pants and boxers to the floor and position his tip at my entrance. A light growl escapes his throat as I tilt my hips up then grip his ass, gasping as he pushes inside and his girth stretches my walls, his length filling my depths.
“Lincoln,” I moan, my eyes rolling back at the intensity of our connection.
“You feel even better than before,” he hisses. “This may not last long.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cross my ankles behind his ass. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to take our time.”
“Hmm, and I plan to use every moment wisely.” He looks down at me as he strides in and out, the emotion passing between us transporting us to some sort of desire-filled dimension that has no other purpose than to feed this moment.How did I ever live without this man?
Slowly, the emotion can no longer be contained within our bodies and we erupt on a long slow moan. He spills himself inside me and I squeeze myself around him, so overcome with emotion that I don’t make a single sound. The moment is too huge for screams and moans. Our bodies physically shake from our connection, and with a single look between us, I know we both clearly understand that our lives have forever changed. We belong together. In the low light of this precious Christmas morning, both of us have found our true home.
LINCOLN
“Merry christmas.” I swear I’m floating into the room when it’s time for breakfast. I haven’t slept a wink, but I’m full of energy because the woman of my dreams is by my side. I honestly don’t even care if Mom and Sandra hate my proposal. I’ve already won in my mind.
“Merry Christmas, Lincoln,” Mom says as I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek. “And merry christmas, er, Emma, was it?” Her eyes move past me to where Emma stands wearing her red dress from yesterday with one of my white shirts tied around it.
“Yes, ma’am,” she says, doing a little curtsy. I do my best not to laugh at her adorableness. “And merry christmas to you. And you, Ms Lawson,” she directs to my sister who has her ‘I’m judging you’ face on.
“Mm-hm,” Sandra says, while my mother smiles and gestures for us to sit with her.
“I didn’t realize it was bring your assistant to breakfast day,” Sandra directs at me.
“Well, dear sister,” I start as I lower myself to my chair. “You did make this morning about work. So it seems only fair.”
“And I’m not his assistant anymore,” Emma says, leaning forward so she can see around me.
“Then what are you?” Sandra asks.
“Oh.” Emma shrugs as she spreads her napkin across her lap. “I’m his lover.”
Sandra chokes on her champagne breakfast while mom hides a smile.
“I’m told you have a proposal for me,” she says, lifting her cup of tea.
