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“Okay,” Bram agrees with a throaty chuckle. “Let’s do holiday things.”

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BRAM

Going to bed tonight is different.

This is so much more than collapsing onto the mattress after losing ourselves in a lust-fueled haze. Her hand is warm in mine as I lead the way up the dark stairs, flickering firelight lingering below us. Even the sounds of our sock-clad feet on the wood floors and the rustle of fabric seem louder than usual.

Downstairs, half a dozen board games are stacked on the coffee table, and empty hot chocolate mugs are sitting in the sink. It’s late, but I’m wide awake, my heart thudding heavily as I turn the doorknob to my bedroom.

The memory of Sophie’s outraged expression when I won the last round of cards makes me smile as I release her hand, crossing to the bedside table to turn on a lamp.

“I’m just going to clean up,” Sophie yawns, drifting off to the bathroom, leaving me to sit on the edge of the bed and check my phone for the first time since my talk with Honor earlier. No missed calls, no missed messages, and I’m not sure if I should be relieved or worried. It’s too late to call now, so I’ll just have to check in with her in the morning.

I look up sharply at the quiet snick of the bathroom door opening.

Sophie pauses in the doorway, her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders, framing her face in waves that look like burnished gold in the warm lamplight. She isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, and my cock warms as I stare at her.

“I used to imagine what you look like naked. Fantasize.” I crook my finger and Sophie draws forward, gazing at me through heavily lidded eyes. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Were your estimates accurate, Mr. Vogel?”

I chuckle, reaching out to set my hands on her waist, taking my time to examine her. “Not even close.”

My touch travels up her sides, coming to cup her breasts, which fill my hands perfectly. Sophie sucks in an unsteady breath, arching forward as I draw my thumbs back and forth over her tightened nipples.

“I keep thinking about getting you pregnant,” I admit, my voice like gravel.

“Oh.”

I tear my gaze from her tits to meet her emerald eyes. “Am I scaring you?”

Slowly, silently, she shakes her head. No.

With a low hum, I let one hand fall, cupping her hot, slick pussy. The visceral, possessive instincts this woman has always inspired in me are flaring to life, more determined than ever and ready for a fight. I won’t lose her now. I can’t.

Sophie bucks into my touch, a quiet whine falling from her lips as I bend one finger to tease her entrance. “We can pretend, if you want,” she breathes, her hands clutching my shoulders as I breach her opening, curving two fingers to brush gently over her G-spot. My cock is like iron in my pants, and I teased her enough today. It’s not long before I’mpulling them out and licking away the slick arousal coating my fingers and knuckles.

“You’re the only woman I’ve had these thoughts about,” I confess as I guide her to lay beside me on the bed. Seconds later, my body is covering hers, her thighs wrapped around my hips as I shove down the waistband of my sweatpants, freeing my erection.

I don’t need to guide it in this time. Both of us stare between our bodies, watching as the head of my cock bumps her clit and passes through her seam, settling right against her greedy little hole like an arrow finding its mark.

Impatient, I press forward into her hot, tight channel, and we both moan as I bottom out. Sophie’s spine bows off the mattress, her lips falling open as she pants, readjusting to my size. Lowering my lips to kiss her jaw, I murmur directly into her ear, “I want you begging me to fuck my cum into you three times a day. I want you to be taking vitamins before you’ve even had a positive test, and when they call your name in the doctor’s office, I want it to be Sophie Vogel.”

Her breath catches as I begin to move, rocking in and out of her tight heat, overcome by how fucking right that sounds. Sophie Vogel—that’s my end game.

Sophie Vogel, who sleeps right in this bed beside me every night and holds my hand into work every morning.

Sophie Vogel, who teases me, challenges me, and reminds me to smile.

Sophie. Fucking. Vogel.

“Bram,” she whimpers, clutching my shoulders as I set a slow, decadent pace. I take her hands, weaving them through mine and pinning them to the mattress above her head, my arms framing her beautiful face.

“I want you to want this as badly as I do,” I continue, lowering my lips to brush over hers, and biting back a smile as her chin tilts up, chasing my kiss.

Gathering her wrists in one hand, I reach down to hitch her knee higher on my body, using it as leverage as I shift my weight, trying to get deeper. Nothing has ever felt as good as this.

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