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  I kiss and bite my way up her ass until I’m kneeling behind her, with my cock lined up. I can see her full, delicious tits hanging down, the nipples resting on the bedding, and I can’t figure out how I got so fucking lucky.

  She’s not just beautiful. She’s stunning. The kind of stunning that makeup can’t help. The kind of stunning that will still be driving me crazy when we’re ninety.

  Because, she may not know it yet, but we will be together until she is. She’s brought out parts of me I didn’t know existed. This dominant need to claim her, to rut into her like an animal, goes against my usual subdued, cold manner.

  But with her? She’s released the beast.

  I wrap my hand around my steel shaft and give it a couple calming strokes as she pants and collects herself from the third round of orgasms I pulled from her with my mouth.

  My balls are aching, my cock throbbing to be inside her, even though I took her three times since we fell into the door of her house last night after the family dinner.

  I like her family. I like her sister. Truly, I do.

  But I am also happy as fuck Penelope got called into work again, because if she was here I’m sure our lack of volume control would be keeping her up all night, and I’m not sure if she would appreciate hearing her sister scream my name and every swear word known to man every ten minutes.

  Okay, maybe every twenty, but I have goals.

  I have thoughts about her I’ve never had in my life. Dirty, filthy things I want from her and want to do with her.

  But, at the same time, in such a short time she has become my most precious prize. My most cherished possession. And I will care for her, protect her, provide for her in every way for the rest of our lives.

  I’m stroking my cock when she finally seems to come back down to earth, flapping her hand at her hair and blowing it out of her face until her eyes are uncovered and she turns back to watch me.

  “You know what to do with that thing? Or you just going to keep it for yourself?”

  Her lips are swollen from kissing and sucking my cock, which—holy fuck—she’s good at. So good, after she started I had this flash of irrational anger.

  Who the fuck did you practice on before me? I barked out before I could rein my jealous ass in.

  Thank Christ, she gave me the answer I wanted.

  No one. I just guess I’m a natural.

  But, her sassy mouth is going to earn her some punishment, I can see that now.

  “Oh, so you want this?” I look down at my cock, the tip already leaking cum, ready to spill another round inside her.

  She wiggles her ass backwards. “If pussies could talk, mine would be answering you in the affirmative.”

  “Reach under and spread yourself for me. I want to see all that pink glory before I destroy it again with my dick.”

  She wiggles her hand and arm under her body, her fingers coming up in a V shape and exposing all her soaking folds like the greedy slut I need her to be.

  She’s tough, and innocent at the same time. Sweet, natural and pure, and then filthy and greedy for me.

  She’s beyond perfect.

  I guide my dick forward to her tight hole. We both breathe in as the head pops inside and I hear her wince.

  “God, will it ever not hurt?” She opens her mouth on a long breath. “But, maybe I don’t ever want it to stop hurting.”

  She rocks her hips back, taking me an inch at a time as I interlace my fingers behind my head. “That’s it, fuck yourself back on my cock.”

  Her body shifts forward and back, over and over, taking me inside her clenching warmth and making my balls pulse, her opening forming a death grip on my dick.

  She feels so fucking good it’s hard to breathe. Her body is getting used to my size, but from the way she’s hissing and drawing her breath through clenched teeth, she’s not there yet.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she whispers into the bedding, her arms crooked at ninety degree angles next to her head, and her little fingers have a solid grip on the bedding.

  “How about this…?” I drop my arms and dig my fingers into her hips, fucking her like I’ve never fucked before.

  It’s not long before I feel her silky walls start to pulse and my own tension turns to a tingling that starts in my balls, and I slam my big cock into her three more times before she cries out, her eyes squeezing shut as we both go off like a Christmas miracle.

  I unload deep inside her, the idea of my seed finding its home only making my orgasm that much more intense.

  When she’s finally still, I drop out of her, lay down and pull her body next to mine, pushing my thigh between her legs, because I like to hold my cum inside her—and outside of hanging her from the ceiling by her ankles after every deposit, I have to come up with alternatives.

  “Merry Christmas.” I kiss her shoulder and run my hand up and down the side of her body, feeling the swoop of her curves under my palm.

  “Who would have thought, two days ago, two polar opposites would be waking up in bed on Christmas morning?” She giggles and wiggles her ass back on my still-hard cock.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game there. Trust me when I say my cock is biding his time to get into that sexy ass of yours. If that’s what you asked Santa to give you for Christmas, it may have been an awkward moment for him.”

  “Dear Santa, please send me a New York snooty attorney to put his cock in my ass.” She chuckles.

  “You think I’m snooty then?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “Good.” I pause, a twinge of sadness hitting me. “I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to get you anything for this morning.”

  “That’s okay. I didn’t get you anything either.”

  “Yes, you did. You got me something I’ve needed my whole life.” With that, I have a thought. “One second, I’ll be right back.”

  I push out of the bed and come back with my phone in my hand, already ringing on speaker, and I hold my finger to my mouth telling her to be quiet for a second.

  Two rings later, and my father’s voice answers.

  “Where the hell are you?” he barks.

  “I’m in Christmas Town, Dad! Merry Christmas.”

  “Get back here now.”

  “No can do, Daddio. Listen, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But…”

  “But, what?”

  “I’m leaving the firm, Dad. I’m staying here. And Javier and I are setting up our own shop. Oh, and say ‘Hi’ to Missy. She’s here with me.”

  I motion for her to play along. “Hi? Mr. Snow.” She says on an unsure shrug, and I give her a wave and a nod.

  “What are you talking about? Who’s Missy? Are you drunk? Is this a joke?”

  “No joke, Dad. I hope you have a good Christmas, I hope next year we can spend it together. I’ll be in touch.” I click off and feel like a mountain of cinder blocks have been lifted from my shoulders.

  Missy sits up, giving me a quizzical look. “Who’s Javier?” She knits her brow together and I’m momentarily distracted by her tits.

  “My best friend. More like my brother. He works at the firm, too. His family lives in Grand Blanc, it’s only about fifty miles north. He’ll be on board. He’s talked about slowing his life down, he misses his family.”

  “You might want to be sure to ask him before you quit his job for him.”

  I dial Javier, and his sleepy voice answers.

  “Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just want to know, you want to start a new firm with me? Here?”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. We get our Michigan licenses and set up our own place. Do things our way.”

  There’s a long pause, and Missy shrugs, her lips in a tight smile.

  “Hell, yes,” he answers.

  “Great.”

  Missy whispers before I can hang up. “Invite them to dinner. Here, tonight. My family is coming, I want to meet yours. At least some of yours
.”

  “Dude, come to Holly for dinner.”

  “I can’t just leave. I’ve got Mom, Dad, my sisters, nieces..”

  “Bring them all. Come on, let’s celebrate.”

  He says he’ll see, and we settle the details before hanging up.

  I sit back on the bed next to Missy, looking into those eyes that I never want to wake up without ever again.

  “This is real for me, Missy. I’m not leaving. Next week, we find a house. You pick, whatever you want. Then, we start working on our own firm. I’m all in.”

  “With all our opposites…” There’s a flicker of doubt in her eyes, which I remove with a deep kiss.

  “Here’s to opposites,” I say, pushing her hair from her head. “And fake boyfriends turning into husbands.”

  Her eyes widen and something I’ve never said spills out.

  “I love you Missy, Melissa Evergreen.”

  “I love you too. Jacob. Whatever your name is.”

  “When was the last time you had a spanking?” I flip her over as she cries out and giggles, putting a nice, red handprint on the ass that now belongs to me.

  Here’s to finding your one and only in the least likely place possible.

  Merry Christmas to me.

  Chapter 13

  Nikolas

  Epilogue 3 years later

  “How much time do we have?” Missy flutters around the kitchen, picking up the clothes I removed from her body just twenty-minutes ago.

  I look at my watch, zipping up my fly, my cock still hard as I watch her scurry around naked. “Probably ten minutes.”

  “Jeez, Jacob.” She gives me a glare with my pseudo pet name. “You always get me into trouble.”

  “You always look so fucking good. I can’t help myself.”

  She was in the kitchen doing some last minute clean up and taking cookies out of the oven when I came down. She was dressed in this cute little red dress that showed her curves, and a white lacy apron.

  What was a guy to do?

  Besides, her belly is just starting to show and I can’t keep my hands off of her. More so than normal.

  This is our first. I wanted to have her turn into a baby factory straight away, but after our first few weeks together, starting the new firm, getting married, moving…fighting the good fight for the Clauses, who turned out to actually, legally, be Jenkinses, we decided to give it a few years and get our professional and personal selves settled.

  Waiting was hard, but it was right for Missy and that’s what mattered to me.

  We saved Christmas Town. Or the Warblers did, anyway. It was a year long battle, but in the end the law prevailed and Pruitt Development had to route their utility easement in a different way.

  My father and I patched things up. He’s still a workaholic, and I can’t change him, but we do visit and he’s looking forward to his first grandbaby.

  “Can you let the dogs in?” Missy straightens her dress and picks up her shoes as I nod and go to the back door.

  As soon as I open it, Gracie, Lola, Dude and Tag come in like an army, jumping on me and tracking wet snow all over the floor, but it’s just another day.

  The whole family, including Javier's, and his new wife and twin sons, will be here for dinner. I may have missed out on Christmases for the first thirty years of my life, but I’m making up for it now.

  Under the tree there are hundreds of gifts. I do all the shopping and I’m a damn good gift buyer, if I do say so myself.

  Missy and I got married in June the spring after we met, in the barn we converted into a party space on the property Missy picked out in January that same year.

  I walk over and give her rear a smack as she bends over to put her shoes on.

  “Hey.” She smiles, then her eyes light up. “I felt the baby move!”

  She grabs my hand and puts in on her stomach. The little flutter under my palm has my heart swelling three sizes, just like the Grinch.

  “Not bad for two people who just have sex in common, huh?” She looks around and I nod.

  “Not bad.”

  With my hand on her belly, I lean down and take her lips. Our first kiss may have been all for show, but every one since then has been for real.

  I love my wife.

  I love my life.

  There’s no other gift in the universe that can take the place of what I have.

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  Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.

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