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Eric held me while I got it all out.

And when I was done, he lifted my face with his hands cradling my jaw and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“Better?” he asked tenderly.

Sofalling in love with this man.

I nodded. “Though, I think I have to reapply moisturizer.”

He smiled a sweet smile, touched his lips to mine, and said, “I’ll bring it with me from the bathroom.”

He headed that way, and I turned as he did, calling to his back, “That might have been a tender moment, but I’m not in the mood for gentle sex. We’re fucking.”

“Copy that,” he shouted from the bathroom.

I grinned and climbed into bed.

“Babe?” Eric called from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Just closing the loop, I’m falling in love with you too.”

That gooey feeling suddenly overwhelmed me, and straight up…

I didn’t mind at all.

“Okay then!” I shouted in reply. “You win. We can have gentle sex.”

Henny jumped up on the bed and had a sniff around.

I watched him and thought Eric and I were wrong.

Life wasn’t good.

Oh no.

It wasawesome.

Eric showed at the door to the bedroom and leaned against the jamb wearing only his cargoes and holding my tub of moisturizer in his hand, his magnificent chest on display.

“Too late, babe. The decision was made. We’re fucking,” he said.

Oh yeah.

Life wasawesome.

TWENTY-SIX

CHRISTMAS BLESSINGS

Eric rolled us from missionary to cowgirl, except once he got us in that position, he angled up and swung my legs around him so we were in lotus.

As I moved on his cock in his lap, I watched as he glided his hands over the silk at my sides, his head angled so he could see them roam.

That day, out shopping with the girls, I’d found a humdinger of a nightie. And I believed him when he said it wasn’t about the nighties.

Still, he seriously dug the nighties.

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