Page 7 of New Year's Eve

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Gavin

I wakeup the next morning to the howl of wind against the window and my cell phone vibrating on the bedside table.

It’s the first day of a new year. A holiday, not that such things always matter when it comes to my job.

The prime minister’s official itinerary for today has nothing on it. Private appointments, it says.

However, that doesn’t take into consideration the private briefings that need to happen on an almost daily basis. I grab my phone with one hand before rolling over. I scroll through my messages as I reach for the only person I want an appointment with today—my Sprite.

Lust roars to life inside me as I remember last night. We don’t want to rush anything, but the thought of her swelling with my child makes it very difficult to read the emails from my chief of staff.

Nothing is immediately pressing. I’ll need to have a military briefing at noon, but we’ve got five hours before I need to put clothes on.

And Ellie wants to have my babies.

Holy shit, I hadn’t anticipated how hot that would be. But she’s always taken me by surprise. I know better than to underestimate her.

The object of my thoughts stirs in the circle of my arms. “Morning,” she murmurs, burrowing closer. “Please tell me you’re just checking your email and you don’t need to get out of bed just yet.”

“I’m all yours until lunch.”

She smiles against my chest. Her eyes are still closed. “Happy New Year.”

“It’s going to be a good one.” A wedding. If we’re lucky, we’ll make that baby we both want. A start of a family. So not how I saw my life as prime minister unfolding, but now that I have her, it hurts me physically to imagine it any other way.

“You’re going to accomplish so much,” she whispers, pressing herself against me. She stretches her arms up and wraps them around my neck, finally blinking her eyes open as she gives me a loose, happy smile. “You already have, and it hasn’t even been a year yet.”

“I wasn’t thinking about legislative plans,” I growl. I roll her over so I’m on top. “I meant with you. And me. And a baby. Some rings and vows and a circus we’ll do our best to ignore.”

“Oh.” Her eyes go wide and her smile gets bigger. “I won’t notice any of it.”

“No?”

She shakes her head slowly, her gaze glued on my face. “I’ll just see you waiting for me at the altar. And everything else will fade away.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” she says cheekily. “I think it’s because I’m easy.”

“I do like that.” My cock thickens against her belly. “But that’s not why I love you.”

“Really? Not even when I let you tie me up and feed me your big, hard—”

I cut her off with a kiss that shows her just how much I like that, but no, it’s not why I love her.

“And what about when I let you play with my butt?” she gasps as I rise above her and flip her over. She presents that absolutely fine ass, pressing it against me as she stretches her upper body out against the bed. Her flexibility…I like that a lot.

I spank her because we both like that, too. “That’s not why and you know it, Sprite.”

She moans as I squeeze her flesh, my palms itchy to spank her again and again. “Then why do you love me, Sir?”

I never tire of telling her this. “Because you’re everything to me. You fit against my jagged edges. You hold all the different parts of me together.”

She tries to twist beneath me. She turns her head and gives me a soft look even as I hold her down. “I love you, too.”

See? She gets me. I lift my hand and hold it high, giving her fair warning I’m about to lay my handprint on her ass.

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