Page 14 of Turtle Dove

“You’re talking a big game. You have obviously never read those books. He does this thing with a spreader bar—” I cut her off, pinning her arms to the floor by her head, hovering my face over hers.

“Do you want to keep talking about books or can I fuck you now?” I slide my nose along hers.

“Now please, but I reserve the right to bring the spreader bar conversation back to the table at a later date.”

The sense of humor on this girl...my God...I’m so in love with her.

“Deal, but first,” I sit back on my heels, releasing her hands, “Give me your wrists.”

She holds them up for me, and I reach back to grab the extra strand of Christmas lights I pulled from the storage closet and begin to use them as rope—binding her hands together.

“Christmas kinky. I like it,” she says with a smile.

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.” I bend forward to press a gentle kiss to her plump lips. “Put your arms above your head.”

She obliges, and the raises her arms up, letting them rest on the floor above her head at the base of the tree. The position makes her body longer, her back arched, and her breasts high and presented perfectly.

“You’re staring instead of fucking, Gray.”

“I’m admiring you. Let me.” I slide my hands from her neck, down to her breasts, pausing to squeeze, then I drag them farther south to grip her hips.

“Admire while you’re inside of me. I am going crazy down here.”

I open my fly and lower my jeans and boxer briefs just enough for my cock to spring free. It’s hard and aching.

“Merry Christmas, Mills.” I pull her thighs up so her legs are around my waist, and I press the tip of my cock against her.

“Ohhhh, Merry fucking Christmas, Gray,” she says with a moan when I finally push into her.

She’s heaven and hell wrapped in one. Beauty and aching, delicious pain. She’s fucking perfect.

“Jesus Christ, Mills.” I groan out with the first thrust. “You’re soaked.”

“Thanks to you.” She sighs in pleasure, arching her body even higher in an attempt to feel me from head to toe. “Harder,” she begs.

I oblige.

I move harder, more forceful, but not faster. Each thrust is deep, intense, and powerful, causing a rhythmic slap...slap...slap of our skin connecting.

I know in an instant this won’t last very long. It’s too heady, too sexy.

She moves her arms from over her head and loops them around my neck, pulling me down so we are chest to chest.

“Goddamnit, darlin’,” I grunt.

She simply smiles in return, letting it blend into a long moan. “Graaaaay.”

Under the tree, we come in unison: a tangled mess of limbs, tongues, lips, and Christmas lights.

Chapter 7

Amelia

“Melia! Daddy! Santa came! He came! He came!”

Cadence’s excited squeals wake me not so peacefully, but I’m too excited to care. Watching children on Christmas has always made my heart so happy.

“He did? How do you know?” Gray says with his face buried in the pillow beside me.

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