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When I moved to Texas, my parents were pissed, but I didn’t care. I’d embarrassed them for calling off the wedding with Benjamin, and I refused to apologize for it because my heart knew what was right. The day I packed my shit and left, their hold on me was released. It took all of three weeks for Benjamin to find another victim, and he’s now already married and expecting a baby.

Before Thanksgiving, my folks flew here to talk to me because every phone call ended with one of us hanging up on the other, and I was exhausted from dealing with them. As soon as they showed up, they apologized, and after meeting the Bishops, they fully understood why I loved being here so much. I was shocked, but they finally accepted me and my decisions.

I roll over and feel the bed is empty, but it’s still warm from Riley. Putting on my slippers and robe, I head out to find my husband. He’s in the kitchen dressed in layers, sipping his coffee. The longer scruff on his chin suits him, which I’ve always loved. I take a few steps forward and plant a kiss on his lips, telling him good morning.

“You’re gonna be so damn excited,” he tells me with a smirk.

“Why?”

“Go look outside.” He tilts his head toward the door.

“No…” I gasp. “No way!”

He nods and follows me to the big double windows in the living room. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the moonlight makes it visible. Outside, a thin layer of snow coats the grass, something that doesn’t happen too often in Texas.

“It’s a Christmas miracle!” I shout, so excited to see the white-covered ground. Without thinking, I go outside and immediately regret it because it’s freezing, but I scoop up some snow that almost immediately melts when I grab it. I hurry and mold it into a ball, then throw it at Riley. He chuckles, closes the space between us, and pulls me into his arms. His soft lips gently paint mine, and I sigh against him. To think, I almost lost him, and at moments like this, I’m so grateful I didn’t.

“I love you so damn much,” he whispers.

“I love you more,” I say, pouring everything I have into him. A shiver courses through me, and Riley leads me back inside.

“The last thing I need is you getting sick,” he says, pouring me a cup of coffee. “I’m gonna feed the animals, and then I’ll be back to get you for lunch at Grandma’s.”

I walk over to him, sitting on his lap. “But don’t you want your Christmas present now? It’s not suitable for your parents to see.”

His eyebrows perk up. “Uhh. Fuck yes.”

“One second,” I tell him and rush into the bedroom, pulling a sexy set of red lingerie that I bought online from my dresser. After I change, I walk back into the kitchen in panties and a bra that leaves no room for the imagination with a ribbon tied around my stomach.

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me.” He beams, untying my makeshift bow. Riley picks me up in one swift movement and carries me to the bedroom.

“You have time, right?” I ask, knowing he has a list of things to do before the sun rises.

“I’ll always have time for you, sweetheart. No matter what,” he murmurs. Laying me down on the bed, he takes his time admiring me as he removes all of his clothes. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

He still has the ability to make me blush. “Come here,” I demand.

Our lips crash together, and I wish we could spend all day rolling under the sheets as the snow falls outside, but I’ll take him whenever I can get him. Riley wastes no time, looping his fingers in the lace of my panties and sliding them down before removing my bra and taking each nipple in his mouth.

I let out a moan, needing him more than I need warmth on this cold winter day.

“Shit, you’re ready for me, baby,” he hums, sliding his fingers between my legs. “I have to taste you first. Christmas breakfast.” He winks, which makes me chuckle. The man has no shame.

As he drags his lips down my stomach and kisses between my thighs, I nearly beg him to stop teasing me. But when his tongue flicks against my clit, I see stars. Riley knows how to please me in ways no one has ever been able to, making sure I come at least once before he does. As I lose myself in the moment, he hovers above me, carefully filling me with his length. Placing my palms on each side of his face, I pull his mouth to mine, allowing our tongues to dance as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He grins, panting as he speeds up the pace. His words are so heartfelt and make me feel like I’m his whole world.

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