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“Get up. Take off your clothes.”
“So bossy,” Erin grumbles, but her eyes gleam as she hops up and complies.
“All of them. The underwear too.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Her outfit lands in a pile of fabric on my rug. “On the desk or on your lap?”
“The desk.” I snatch up the plate covered in tinfoil, leaning back to set it on a nearby bookcase, because I do not want unexpected gravy to interrupt this moment. When I turn back, she’s naked, kicking her heels as she sits on my desk.
The air empties out of my chest. “Erin,” I croak.
Want her so badly. Is this real? Is she finally mine?
“Come here,” she murmurs, and her smile is so soft as she crooks a finger. It sharpens, though, when I stand and my cock points between her legs. “Ah, there it is. My favorite Christmas gift of all. Hey, I didn’t get you anything!”
I kiss away her pout. “You could not be more wrong.”
She pushes the open shirt off my shoulders. I step closer, bare skin pebbling under her palms, and as I notch at her entrance, my heartbeat slams in my ears.
What if she doesn’t like it? What if I scare her off somehow?
“Come on, baby,” she coos, nudging my ass with her heels, and if anyone else called me that, I’d set them on fire. But it’s Erin, so I grit my teeth against a pleased groan, pressing forward into her tight, wet heat.
Jesus.
I sink inside. She sucks me deeper.
Heaven.
“That’s it,” she says on a blissful sigh, legs parting wider. “Holy crap. That is it.”
Yes, it is. I rock into her with shallow thrusts, sparks crackling down my spine, and watch every flicker of emotion on her beautiful face. The initial pinch of discomfort; the decadent sigh of pleasure. The greedy way she bites her bottom lip, urging me on as a blush climbs her throat.
She’s perfect.
So perfect.
She’s the ultimate work of art, my only possible partner, and she’smine.
“Erin,” I rasp, sucking a bruise on her neck as I fuck her harder, the desk rattling beneath us.
We’ll need to rejoin the others soon. I’ll need to make up for missing dinner, and there will be one crisis or another demanding my attention. There’s always something, but for right now, the outside world does not exist.
It’s just me and my milkmaid. Her little tits bounce as I thrust between her legs, and her hazel eyes crinkle when she catches me staring.
“You’re mine too,” Erin murmurs, and it’s embarrassing how much those words affect me, my thrusts getting sloppy and wild. I grip her thighs so tight there’ll be fingerprint bruises there tomorrow, and I’m so hard inside her that it hurts. “Come inside me,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I get her there first, one thumb rubbing her clit, tendons standing out on my neck from the strain. I rub and thrust and lick at her throat, and when she tightens around me, muscles squeezing and fluttering, the study echoing with her breathless cries—I lose it.
I press my face against her hair, and I empty my whole tarnished soul inside her. On and on, I fill her up, until it drips onto the desk beneath her and I surely need some kind of sports drink to recover.
“Erin.”
She rubs both palms over my heaving chest. “I know. Love you,” she mumbles, and she sounds as dazed as I feel.
She loves me? I’d turn the whole useless world to rubble for her. “Love you too,” I mutter instead. “Marry me tomorrow.”
