Page 7 of Almost Christmas in Paradise

There’s a lot of history in this house. There’s love and romance here. This is where I fell in love with her. There are also tears and cruel words here, but despite some of the ugly history, there’s no way I can ever get rid of this place. This place is an integral part of us.

I help Nia with her coat and pull her into my arms. She looks up at me, and I bend down and kiss her forehead.

“Not tonight,” I tell her. “Tonight, I want to be with my wife. We can slay the demon tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she says. “Take me to bed.”

I pick her up bridal style, carry her up the stairs, and take her into our bedroom. I sit her on the bed and take off her shoes and socks. Once that’s done, she stands, and I pull down her pants along with her panties. She lifts her sweater over her head, drops it to the floor, and removes her bra. By the time she does all that, I’ve already taken off all my clothes. After dimming the lights, I get in the bed with her and take her in a slow kiss.

I moan when I feel her delicate hands caress my back, travel up my neck, and through my hair. She pushes against me, and I know what she wants. She wants to get on top. She wants to love me. That’s something she does whenever I’m upset, which doesn’t happen often. She also does it whenever I’m stressed at work. She wants to do it tonight because of what I’m taking on tomorrow, so I let her. If the situation were reversed and she was about to confront the biggest betrayal of her life, I’d do everything in my power to make it easier.

I roll off her body, and she climbs on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and rest my hands on her ass. She’s always been perfect, but she’s never more perfect than when she’s carrying one of my babies. Her ass is just a little fuller, her breasts heavier, and I can’t get enough. She kisses me tenderly on the mouth before she proceeds to kiss her way down my body. She bites and pulls my skin along the way, and my body floods with goosebumps.

I don’t know if Nia was created just for me, but no one else has come close to making me feel the way she does. She doesn’teven have to touch me. She can make my body do things with only a smile from across a crowded room.

That’s how we met. She was across a crowded room. There wasn’t even a smile. She was busy at work, and when I saw her, I didn’t understand then that my life would never be the same again.

After the best year of my life, we were ripped apart for four, but not even all those years could cool off this heat that’s always been between us.

“I need to get inside of you,” I say, hoping she hears the urgency in my voice. She kisses my hip bone, and her hand caresses the tip of my dick. I know she wants to lick it and take it in her mouth. On any other night, I’d relish that. I would close my eyes and let her take me to the brink of insanity with just her mouth, but tonight, I need her pussy. I need to feel her walls around me.

She knows me. She knows what I need. When she straddles me, I grab her hips and lift her. She grabs me and puts me at her entrance, and a moment later, she’s sliding down.

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back. Her hands land on my chest and she starts to grind on top of me. I close my eyes and let her fuck me. This is what I need tonight. I need to forget everything for the next few hours. Nothing fixes my world better than being inside my wife.

I hold onto her hips and let her take complete control. She bends down and takes me in a kiss. On any other night, this kiss would be savage and raw, but tonight, it’s sweet and tender. She’s loving me the way I need her to tonight.

“I love you,” she says into my mouth. That’s all I need. I wrap my arms around her and come inside my wife. She comes a few seconds after me, convulsing and calling out my name. Shetells me she loves me again and again, and it’s like a balm to my wounded soul.

Tired and spent, she drops down on top of me, and I slide out of her. She rolls onto her side of the bed as I lie there desperately trying to catch my breath.

“I needed that, baby girl,” I manage to say a few minutes later. “That pussy of yours will make me do crazy things.”

She laughs out loud. It’s a boisterous sound, and it makes me happy to be able to make her laugh.

“Like what? Blackmail me into marriage?” she challenges.

“I’d do that all over again,” I tell her. “It’s not like you gave me any choice,” I tease.

“Oh, poor you,” she says as she moves closer and ends up in the crook of my arm.

Chapter 7

Nia

He sleeps until nine, which is so unlike him. It’s not like he has much choice because once Carter’s awake, Daddy must wake up too. Drake’s idea of sleeping in is waking up at seven, his usual weekend time. But not today. Today he sleeps, and I let him.

He comes into the kitchen with his hair a mess and wearing the robe Carter gave him last Christmas. I pour his coffee, and he sits beside me at the kitchen island.

“I ordered breakfast,” I say.

“Thanks, baby girl.” He takes a sip of the coffee and moans in appreciation.

I might not be able to cook, but I can brew a mean cup of coffee.

“Do me a favor and let your wife take care of you this weekend,” I throw in.

“I’m all yours. I’m gonna be like a big helpless baby.”

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