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  A smile spreads across my lips, and again I take her delicate hand in mine. I nearly sprint down the long corridor, the one that leads to the furthest bedroom in the house.

  7

  Avery

  Oh my God, my boss is wearing my juices all over his face. My heart races as Gabe pulls me down the hall. He doesn’t stop until we reach an ornate door. When he opens it, I can’t help but gasp at what I see. “You’re kidding?” I say, dropping his hand.

  The carved wood fireplace is something out of an old gothic romance novel. A four-poster bed sits against the far wall with linens that no doubt costs more than my entire life. I trail my fingers against the silky quilt until Gabe’s hot breath on my neck sends chills over my entire body.

  My pussy drenches in a wave of desire once more as he wraps his strong arm around my waist. I almost pull away. Judging from Gabe’s physique, he’s no stranger to the gym. I wouldn’t find my way around a gym if you handed me a 3D map.

  “Goddammit, Avery. I fucking love your body.” He says, pushing my hair to the side. His soft lips press against my neck, his eager cock rock hard against my ass.

  Talk about timing.

  “I’ve dreamed about this moment for a long time.” Gabe tugs the zipper down on my dress.

  “Me too.” A pang of panic rocks my nerves at the realization that Gabe’s going to see me naked. It’s been years since anyone besides my doctor’s seen this side of me. I hope I don’t disappoint him.

  My dress slides down over my hips. I wiggle my body to help it along. My fingers grip the bedpost, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Bend over,” Gabe rasps. I open my mouth to object and turn to face him. But Gabe’s fingers are already looping into the waistband of my panties. “I’m dying to get a better view of that incredible ass of yours.”

  I throw my hair over my shoulder and glimpse at Gabe. His jaw’s hanging slack, eyes hooded, staring at my ass like it’s his last meal. His cock bulges in his pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. Warmth trickles through my body, causing me to stand a little straighter, to square my shoulders.

  I lick my lips and slowly hinge forward at my waist. Gabe backs up enough to watch, but keeps his thumbs hooked into my panties. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat. After he’s had his fill, he meets my eyes. “Like what you see?” I ask in my sexiest voice. He snaps the elastic of my panties against my hip. “Avery Bailey, if you aren’t the dead sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on…” He gropes my ass like it's the first time he’s ever felt naked flesh.

  I stand up straight, turning to face him. Standing there in my bra and panties, rolls and all, I’ve never felt more like a strong ass woman in my entire life. I unclasp my bra and let my breasts fall out of their cups, bouncing against my ribs and soft tummy. “Prove it.”

  Gabe grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My jaw hits the floor at Gabe’s unbelievable body. His wide set shoulders appear even larger without his shirt. Grooves run up and down his massive arms, like some sort of modern day Popeye—complete with tattoos. I didn’t know eight packs existed until now, or those sexy grooves that cut into his hipbones and trail all the way down to his…

  Gabe pulls his pants off, followed by his boxer briefs. I can’t swallow. I should’ve known that Gabe would have a gigantic cock, but it’s bigger than I’d expected.

  “What’s wrong?” He asks, a deep groove between his brows.

  “It’s just that… well, it’s been a while.” I say, keeping my eyes trained on his giant erection. He steps closer, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me into his naked cock. Once his mouth is on mine, I’ve forgotten everything. The world melts away. There’s only Gabe and me, and it may only last for one night.

  A Christmas wish come true.

  I wrap my fingers around his cock and give it a squeeze. His pre-cum sticks against my hand as I stroke him. It’s so thick. Meaty. I want to taste his salty tip, but I don’t have the chance.

  Gabe picks me up under my arms. If he weren’t so quick, I’d have a heart attack. He gently tosses me on the bed—again, proving how strong this motherfucker is—climbs on top of me, and pulls my panties down. I lift my hips to help.

  My cunt is dripping and all I can think is that I don’t want to ruin the expensive bed linen. A short lived notion as Gabe cups my bare cunt and mounts me. “If I don’t get my cock buried deep inside of you I’m going to shoot my load all over those big ass tits of yours.”

  I press my breasts together, playing with them. “You like my tits?” I tease.

  Gabe leans down. A stray strand of dark hair falls into his eye. “Avery, I like everything about you. But yeah, those tits are the things wet dreams are made of.” His eyes flicker up to mine, suddenly serious. “I don’t have protection.” His gravelly voice nearly melts me on the spot.

  “I don’t really care right now,” I say. His pirate’s smile lights up his face. My hand cups his smooth chin. “So, what are you waiting for?” My fingers trail down his rock-hard chest, brush past his stomach, until I’m circling the tip of his sticky cock. “Are you going to fuck me tonight, or what?”

  Power takes over me. Not only have I never felt this way around a man, but I’ve never felt this way about myself as a woman. While I expected things to be hot between us, I had no idea that this experience would boost my confidence and bring me such empowerment.

  Gabe nestles himself between my legs. The tip of his cock presses against my aching center. “Go slow.” I say, looking up to meet his eyes. “At least, at first.”

  Gabe brushes my hair away from my face. I’m already sweating, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He presses into me, sliding into my opening. White spots dance before my eyes. It’s been so long… too long. I must audibly react because Gabe stops.

  “Let me know if it’s too much.”

  “I can handle it.” Gabe’s eyes flicker with delight, making me smile in the process. He presses further into me, my walls stretching to accommodate his massive girth. The burning sensation, so foreign yet so familiar, makes my hips buck. My fingernails dig into Gabe’s back as he presses deeper into me.

  Something breaks and another wave of wetness washes out of me. I take a deep breath, as the sensations turn to pure pleasure. Groans escape my mouth like a Christmas choir—a hallelujah and good cheer. We find each other’s rhythm after a few minutes. Gabe’s cock stretches further into me than I ever could’ve imagined, tapping a spot so sensitive, a lightbulb about to burst.

  Warmth expands in my stomach, the familiar quivering igniting somewhere deep within. “Jesus Avery, your pussy’s so tight. I don’t know how much longer I can go without coming.”

  “Then come, Gabe,” I say, teeth bared. “Come inside of me. I’m about to fucking explode.”

  His pace quickens, still hitting a spot that makes me see stars. My mind’s awash with images I can’t shake. One of them is Gabe’s seed shooting deep into my womb, giving me the family I so desperately miss. “Come in me,” I whisper.

  And that does it.

  Gabe’s voice is tight. “Fuck.” He drives his cock deeper still.

  “Don’t stop,” I say, my own pussy twitching. His coarse hair hits just the right spot, igniting my clit in his rough pumping motion. He picks up his pace, causing my second orgasm of the night. A barely audible squeal wiggles from my throat as Gabe pumps his final bits of batter deep into me.

  “Oh my God,” I say, pulling him on top of me. His strong body goes limp as I take his weight. “Relax.” He does as I say. With all the fight and alpha testosterone drained from him, he lets me hold him. “That was great,” I say kissing the side of his head.

  “Your pussy is unreal,” he says. “I would’ve lasted longer, but you’re irresistible Avery.” He rolls off of me, raising himself up on his elbow. My eyes drink him in. I cannot believe this man actually chose me. He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder.

  “My…” I point down to my center. “You know, needs a rest.”

>   Gabe smiles, his hair—normally perfectly styled—a sexy, mussy mess. “I’m not sure that’s possible.” He grabs my hand and places it on his cock, already stiffening beneath my touch.

  “Are you kidding?” I ask, my eyes bugging out of my head.

  “Come over here and find out,” he mutters, pulling me closer to him. Once Gabe’s lips are on mine, I’m wet all over again. He rolls on top of me, a bead of sweat trails between his toned pecks. “I hope you got some sleep last night, because I’m not going to give your…” He looks down. “You know, a rest until Santa Claus comes crashing through that chimney.”

  And he doesn’t.

  Neither one of us sleeps a wink until the first hint of winter sunshine peers through the windows, tall and warm as a Cathedral on Christmas morning.

  8

  Gabe

  When I wake, Avery’s still sound asleep. With her hair splayed in waves across the pillow, she looks like a goddess. I could get used to this, waking up to her every morning. But what if this isn’t what she wants? What if it’s a one off? God knows she’s too smart to jeopardize her career to be someone’s wife. That’s part of the reason I’ve fallen for her so hard; A strong woman like Avery, though rare in my experience, is my kryptonite.

  As if sensing my gaze, Avery draws a long inhale through her nose, stretching against the silky comforter. I lean in close. “Merry Christmas,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Merry Christmas, Gabe.” Her voice is raspy, sexy. “Do you think Santa came?” She teases.

  “I know I did,” I tease her back. “You did, too if I’m not mistaken.”

  “Oh, I did.” She tries to hide her smile by pressing the side of her face into her pillow. “Many, many times.” Her eyes flick back to mine. “But you know what I want right now?”

  My cock stirs beneath the sheets. “Let me guess.”

  “It’s not what you’re thinking, boss man. Cookies and a cup of coffee.”

  “That’s what you want?” I look down at my cock, stiff and ready for Avery’s sultry body. “Right now?” When Avery smiles, I can see her as a child on Christmas morning. How could I resist? “Your wish is my command.”

  We slip on the robes my parents keep in the closet for guests and head downstairs to the kitchen. In the giant pantry, there’s a tray of leftover sweets. When I pull them out, Avery’s eyes bug out of her head. “This is a Christmas miracle.” After coffee’s made, Avery grips her mug and bats her eyelashes at me. “Let’s eat in front of the tree?”

  How could I say no? We pile our favorite cookies on a plate and head into the great room. I turn on the tree, stoke the fire, and join Avery on the sofa. In the midst of Christmas morning glory, neither one of us speaks.

  “This is weird, right?” She finally says.

  “A little.”

  “Did we make a mistake?”

  “I was wondering that, myself.”

  Avery’s eyes soften, fall to her lap. “I don’t want this to affect our working relationship, Gabe.”

  “Oh, Avery. I think it will.”

  “I see,” she says, still unable to meet my gaze. My coffee mug clinks against the coffee table when I set it down. My hands shake as I walk to the tree, reach into the branches and pull out a little blue box. I’m afraid to turn around, to let Avery see that I’d planned on taking this to the next level the minute she agreed to come to this awful house for Christmas.

  When I turn around, Avery’s eyes widen at the box. “Oh my God,” she says. “Is that for me?” I nod my head. “Gabe, I don’t know if I’m—”

  “It’s not a ring.”

  “Oh,” she says. “I didn’t… know… it…” She lets out a long exhale. “What is it?”

  “Open it and see.”

  Avery rubs her palms against her robe, then takes the box. Her fingers fumble with the bow. She pops off the lid, and her fingers dart to her lips, suppressing a smile. “A Nutcracker necklace?”

  “A solid gold Nutcracker necklace,” I correct her. “I know that’s what people call me,” I wink. “After last night, the nickname has a whole new meaning,” she winks at me, her face red as a holly berry. I sit on the coffee table, directly across from her and take her hands in mine.

  “I’m not asking you to marry me, Avery. Not yet. But I am asking that you’ll spend next Christmas with me. And the Christmas after that.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I’ve fallen for you pretty hard. And after all you’ve been through, you deserve a Merry Christmas.”

  A tear falls down her face. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, taking her time with her words. “And what about you? I don’t have anything to give you.”

  “Avery.” Her soft face melts against my palm. “You’ve already given me everything I could want this Christmas. Having you here with me? That’s more than enough.”

  A smile explodes on Avery’s face. Our lips meet and bells ring. Something tells me, this will be the first of many Christmases to come.

  And come…

  And come…

  Epilogue

  Avery

  TEN YEARS LATER

  “Are you sure they’re all out?” I pace back and forth in front of the tree, counting the red and green packages resting beneath its branches. “I feel like there were more.”

  “More?” Gabe’s voice, a near shout. “It looks like Santa’s factory exploded.”

  “Shh!” My finger presses against my lips. “We just got them to go to sleep.” My whisper comes out harsher than I intend. “Let’s not wake them.” Gabe presses his palms forward in agreement. “And it’s Santa’s workshop, Gabe, not factory.”

  I double count the gifts under the tree for the kids. I guess this is right. It’s easy to lose track when you’re able to order everything online and have it delivered already wrapped. I’m sure I got nearly everything on their lists—within reason. Let’s hope I missed nothing major.

  “We’ve got two spoiled boys, you know that?” Gabe stands behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me close. My anxiety eases at his touch. “And you’re the main culprit, here.”

  “I just want them to have a good Christmas,” I say, a touch defensive.

  “They will, babe. I promise.” The back of my head rests against my husband’s strong chest. I can’t believe it’s been ten years since that fateful Christmas Eve, the one that brought Gabe from my boss to the love of my life. My finger taps the gold Nutcracker charm around my neck, only now there’s a glistening diamond ring to rival its elegance.

  I turn around and gaze into my husband’s dark eyes. “Look at us. How did we get so lucky?” Christmas decorations in red, green, and gold touch every inch of the cabin we bought the year after we were married. We’ve spent every season up here, and Gabe’s even starting letting our employees off the entire week of Christmas through New Year’s Day. Yes, our employees. We’ve turned the firm into a family establishment, co-run by the both of us. “I think it’s because I insisted you come to my parents’ horrible Christmas party.”

  My nose wrinkles at the thought. We still talk to his parents, who nearly died when he married, in their words, a commoner. But after that night we’ve started our own traditions. Traditions that revolve around joy and warmth, and less about image and wealth.

  Gabe presses his lips against mine, soft and familiar. Warmth explodes across my midsection. I’m grateful we built this place with our bedroom on one side of the living room, and the kids’ bedrooms on the other. Judging by Gabe’s hardness pressed against my pelvis, it will be one of those nights.

  “Did you bring the dress?” Gabe’s voice comes out as a low growl, sending shivers up and down my body.

  “Uh-huh.” I don’t tell him I had to skip out on a few choice desserts this week so I could somewhat fit into it again—not that he cares. His hands grope my ass, pulling me closer. My lips part, letting him explore my mouth: two hot and horny teenagers.

  “Of all our new Christmas traditions,” he says into my open mouth. “This on
e’s my favorite.” My smile beams bright as I take his hand. This time, it’s my turn to lead him down the hallway. It may not be the same gigantic four-poster bed with a luxurious silk comforter, but it's all the same.

  Gabe waits patiently on the bed as I undress, then slip the red dress over my head. I pivot toward him, and he helps me with the zipper. “Funny,” I say. “It’s just going to come right back off.”

  “Not right back,” he says, turning me around by my hips. He backs me up toward the wall and presses himself against me. My eyes roll back with pleasure while Gabe’s magic fingers get to work. Talk about a Merry fucking Christmas.

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