Page 31 of Christmas With A Billionaire

“Oh!”

Her trembles made her body quake against us as we merged repeatedly.

“I could do this forever with you.”

She purred. “I’d love that.”

I kissed her mouth, sucked in her tongue, and fucked her until she wailed my name. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard, and I wanted to hear it more.

Later,wrapped in my robe, Autumn meandered through my kitchen, making coffee while Christmas music played softly through hidden speakers. I leaned against the counter, watching her move through my space as if she belonged there—because she did—she always had.

“Your coffee selection is ridiculous,” she said, examining imported bean bags. “How many kinds of Ethiopian roast does one person need?”

“As many as it takes to get Chicago’s finest curator to stay for breakfast.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. “I can think of better ways to convince you, however.”

She turned in my arms. “We need to be at the Benefield in two hours.”

“Plenty of time.” My hands slipped under her - my - robe.

“Tyson...” But she was already melting against me.

“Yes?” I lifted her onto the counter.

“The coffee will get cold.”

“I’ll make you more.” I untied her robe. “I’ll make you anything you want for as long as you want it.”

Her hands cruised across my head. “You promise?”

Our gazes held, and I caught the deeper meaning in her eyes. “Yes, Autumn. I promise. Do you believe me?”

She pulled me into a heated kiss. “Yes.”

We barely made it to the Benefield on time.

The building hummed with pre-launch energy. Christmas decorations mixed with gallery preparations - garlands wound around light fixtures and ornaments hung between newly mounted paintings. Autumn moved through the space with laser focus, directing installations and adjusting lighting.

“The Denise Jordan series needs more space,” she called to a crew member. “Let’s move it three inches left.”

I stood back, watching her work. She’d changed into a cream sweater dress that hugged her curves, but she still wore my watch - the one she’d grabbed from my nightstand this morning. The sight of it on her wrist did things to my heart.

“There you are!” Rose’s voice carried across the gallery. “I brought hot chocolate since you missed breakfast at Pearl’s.”

She appeared with a thermos and three mugs, her red Christmas sweater dotted with tiny bells that jingled as she walked. But she stopped short, looking between Autumn and me.

“Well, well.” A smile spread across her face. “Finally.”

“Finally, what?” But I couldn’t hide my grin.

“Don’t play with me, boy. I’ve been cooking Sunday dinner for years, watching you two dance around each other.” She set down the thermos. “Something’s different today.”

Autumn came over, and I pulled her against my side. We’re not hiding. Or pretending.

“About time!” Rose clapped her hands. “Now, tell me everything. When did this happen? Who made the first move? Did you?—”

“Grandma,” but I was laughing.

“Don’t you ‘Grandma’ me. I’ve earned this moment.” She poured hot chocolate, adding extra marshmallows to Autumn’s mug - just like she had since high school. “My two stubborn children finally figured it out.”

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