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“Kiss me before you change your mind.” Her eyes flutter closed.
“I’ll never stop loving you.” My lips light on hers, and the instant connection we share sets my body on fire and my mind at ease. The broken-down mechanic finally got the girl, and there’s no chance in hell I’ll ever let her go.
EPILOGUE
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Bea
Like Roman said, we broke the news about us to my parents and Blake together. There weren’t any hard feelings or harsh words. But there were plenty of hugs, handshakes, and pats on the back. After all, Roman has been part of our family for as long as I can remember. When we’re ready to make it official, we’ve already decided to do it by the lake under the umbrella of the old oak tree my grandparents held dear.
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“What do you want Santato bring you for Christmas this year, Honey Bea.” Roman stands behind me with his arms around my waist as we admire the tree we decorated together this year.
Some families collect exquisite baubles, but not my grandparents. The box of treasured ornaments they saved through the years represents all the weekends, summers, and Christmases Blake and I spent with them. Many of the ornaments also hold memories of Roman’s time at the cabin with my family. This year, we added one more ornament. A replica of a 1949 two-toned Studebaker in deep forest green with Laurel’s name in calligraphy on the back bumper. An evergreen holiday tree pokes out of the wooden truck bed, a reminder of the night we could have lost everything but gained so much instead.
I lean into Roman’s broad chest, enjoying the warmth of his body. His chin nuzzles against my forehead. Roman’s already given me everything I could ask for and more. But there is one thing...
“Teach me how to change Laurel’s oil.” I crane my neck to look at his handsome face.
“Taking care of you and Laurel is my job.” He gives me a quick squeeze. “It’s dirty work. You’d get grease under your nails and in your hair.”
“Yeah,” I grin, feeling a little flirty. “I like getting dirty.”
“No, you like being naughty.” Roman turns me in his arms. His eyes gleam with mischief.
“What can I say?” I lean into him, my body already tickling with excitement. “I’m a naughty elf who’s been very, very bad this year.”
Roman groans as I rub against him. His cock stirs against my tummy, and a delicious trickle of wetness seeps into my panties. My pulse quickens in anticipation of the many ways Roman plays my body.
“That so?” He growls. “You know what happens to bad little elves?”
“Oh, I do.” I lift on my tip toes and nip his lower lip while my fingers work his belt and button. “I’m ready to pay the price.”
My hand glides into his jeans. I palm his bulge, gently pressing and massaging until he’s double the size and growing. I lick my lips and hold his fiery gaze as I sink to my knees. I drag his jeans and boxers down his legs and breathe in his masculinity. My body buzzes as I slick my finger across the slick drop weeping from his manhood.
I drag my tongue up the length of his shaft and circle the groove around the head, then grip him gently in my fist. I glance up at him as I take him into my mouth, savoring the look in his dark, hooded eyes. He weaves his fingers through my hair, watching me with a keen eye as I work his cock with my lips and tongue, milking him until his flexed thighs begin to shake.
He comes hard at the back of my throat, fisting my hair in his grip. His groans are all the satisfaction I need. His love is the only gift I need.
My one-night stand is the gift that keeps on giving.
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