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I nod against the pillow, turning my head, so he can kiss me.

It’s sloppy—more tongue and choppy breaths and moans than anything.

Soon, his thrusts pick up, and his chest’s heaving against my back with exertion.

“C’mere,” he grunts, pulling off me suddenly. But he keeps his dick in me.

Sneaking an arm under my chest, he heaves me up off the mattress, pulling me back with him so we’re both on our knees, my ass on his lap.

I arch my back, throwing my arm behind his head, and let my head fall back at the same time his falls forward into the crook of my neck.

Like that, we find our release, grinding and moving in sync, his hand fisting my cock, his dick buried deep in my ass, and his other hand wrapped lightly around my neck.

My moan shatters the quiet night, broken only by his deep-chest groans I feel reverberate down my spine.

When we’re nothing more than heaving lungs and jelly limbs, he eases me off him, lowering me back to the mattress.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he rumbles into my ear.

Eyes closed, I hum in agreement.

He crawls down behind me, buries his face in my crease, licking up the mess he left. I shudder, my softening cock twitching, dripping into the sheets with little aftershocks.

“Nol,” I whisper, reaching back blindly for his head. I dig my fingers in his scalp, tangle them in his hair.

He grunts, and then when he’s satisfied he got it all, he finds his way back up to my mouth, kissing me with cum-stained lips that taste of both of us.

When it gets to be a little too much, I twist my head, and he bows his head to my shoulder, just breathing.

Wetting my lips, I blink a couple times, and glance at his downturned head. “Did…did you mean it?” I ask.

His shoulders tighten ever so faintly, and then he looks up, peering through a messy veil of hair. His eyes skim mine, almost like he’s waiting for something. I try not to bristle.

“You remember?” he finally says.

I nod and glance away. “Sorry I clammed up. It just…it surprised me.”

His hand cups my cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I told you—I wasn’t expecting anything in return.” A beat passes. “I just hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

Even before the words are fully out of his mouth, I’m shaking my head. “No. No…it’s…” I blow out a breath, then finally meet his gaze. “No one’s ever…”

His eyes widen, and his jaw tenses in that way I’ve come to recognize means he’s pissed…but not at me. It’s a look he had a lot at Black Diamond. At first, at me, but then…forme.

I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth, and Nolan makes a low, growly noise.

Suddenly his thumb’s there pulling it out, and then he leans up, pinning it with his own teeth. I stare wide-eyed back at him.

Releasing my flesh, he says, “Only I get to bite that. Got it?”

Gulping, I nod.

His lips twitch, and something seems to soften in his gaze, making him look sad all of a sudden. “I also woke you up because I have to go.”

My chest squeezes, but I force a brave face and nod. “I know. It’s Christmas morning. Abby needs her dad.”

His smile thins and he nods. “Thanks for understanding, sweetheart. Want me to take you back to your apartment, or…”

I swallow thickly, and shrug. “Yeah, that works.” Micah said he and Zel make pancakes and watch the Die Hard movies.Tradition.

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