Page 17 of His Heart for Christmas

?And he follows through. Josh strips me while kissing every inch of me that he can. He eats me out and fingers me at the same time and compared to the last two times he did it, he was holding out on me. I come twice for his tongue and fingers, unable to shut up, unable to stop telling him how good he feels, how much I want him.

?“I’m going to exhaust you, sweetness. You’re only going to remember my name by the time the sun rises,” he warns as he kisses back up my body.

?I taste myself on his lips when he kisses me and rub the back of his neck, massaging his nape, then tugging his hair.

?He groans and I shove him back. “You’re not the only one who knows how to use their mouth.”

?“After,” he whispers gently as he pulls me on top of him. “Show me what you like, Emma. Show me how to please you.”

?I blink at him until he has me straddle him. His eyes burn with an intensity I can’t ignore. He nods as I slowly slide down his cock, gasping at how good he feels. My nails bite into his shoulders.

?“Wait…ride me, let me enjoy the view and how fucking good you feel. I won’t forget a thing when it comes to you, so show me how to please you,” he orders.

?I can’t deny him. I ride him slowly, then guide his hand to my clit. He groans and rubs my clit in fast circles until I’m bouncing on him, taking him as deep as I possibly can over and over again. I press his head closer, urging him on as he kisses and licks my breasts, focusing on my nipples until I come again.

?He kisses me through the next orgasm, praising me when I can’t kiss him, telling me how gorgeous I am, how much he loves my smile, loves my moans, will please me until I forget our rocky start.

?When he jerks out of me, he pants. “Finish me with your mouth, Emma. Just like you want.”

?I obey, licking my wetness off his shaft until I reach the tip. I swirl my tongue while holding his gaze, then spread my lips around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper until he hisses. He cups my cheek as I blow him slowly, adjusting to his size.

?Josh never looks away from me and his gaze burns across every nerve in my body. I know he’s not letting me go tonight or tomorrow. I’m his. He’s mine, and the future is ours. He groans, grips my hair, then lifts his hips as he fills my mouth.

?I swallow, then lay on his chest, already exhausted. He lifts my chin and gives me a warm smile. “I’m following throughthis time. You’re mine until morning. I’ll let you go home for Christmas, but I’m not letting you go for long.”

?“Sounds like you mean ever,” I murmur.

?He kisses me softly. “You’re right again.”

Epilogue - Josh

3 years later

?I unlock the door to my house and step inside. I take off my boots and set them by Emma’s. I hear her humming Christmas songs in the kitchen and lift my eyes to see her in a long sleeved shirt. She pauses in her swaying and leans back a bit.

?“Sweetness,” I greet.

?She looks over at me, her full smile on display, dimple in place. She’s so gorgeous. Time hasn’t changed a thing. Once I decided she was mine in every way, not just for a night, my life seemed to fall into place.

?Emma convinced the owners of the coffee shop to sell the land to me and they retired happily. She took over the business, turning it into a café with a hot chocolate specialty bar during winter. Of course, I tried to convince her to hire a manager last month so she could take more time off but she’s too ambitious and stubborn sometimes. I help her as much as I can, and soonher brother, Brett, will join us to take some of the load off our shoulders.

?“How was your day?” She asks once I kiss her cheek.

?“Busy. The café has more people coming. Everyone wants your specialty drinks,” I compliment. “And I missed you, a lot. I love you.”

?She beams at me and stands on her toes to kiss me, like she always does. I slide my hands under her big belly, lifting it a bit and earning a moan against my lips. She closes her eyes. “I love you so much, Josh.”

?“That’s why you’re keeping my ring around that finger, huh?” I ask, grinning as the diamond ring on her finger sparkles.

?“Yeah, that’s the only proof. Not your baby in my belly,” she snorts.

?I rub her belly gently. “Our baby. But you’re doing all the work.” I notice she’s still working on dinner and shake my head. “You go sit down. I’ll handle this.”

?“I can do it!” She argues.

?Rolling my eyes, I pick her up and carry her to the couch. I set her down, pile pillows so she can put her feet up, then kiss her hungrily. “You’re going to need all your energy in a bit. So, you and our little one need to relax for a bit.”

?I set my hat on her belly, making her giggle. I grin at her and kiss her forehead. “Any regrets?”

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