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David grimaced. “There’s a chance I’ll have to make a quick trip back to London that weekend, so I haven’t committed us to anything yet. I’ll have Lydia call you tomorrow with the company Christmas party information, though. It will be fun.”

“As long as there will be wine, I’m sure it will be fine,” Emily said, giggling at her accidental rhyme as she emptied her glass.

David frowned from his spot behind the tree where he was tinkering with the lights they had strung.

“Sounds like someone has had enough,” he scolded.

She stuck her tongue out at him and shook his head. “Clearly Tamara was right. I have been neglecting you. Perhaps when you’re sober we’ll talk about just how much attention your ass needs from my hand.”

The wine might have made her tipsy, but his words had her feeling drunk with lust. It had been too long since she’d felt his dominance. Her pussy clenched as she thought about his hand connecting to her bare ass, giving her the delicious sting she craved.

“Hmm,” he murmured as he came to stand in front of you. “Let’s go to bed. I’ll make you scream for me and you can fall asleep in my arms.”

“That sounds like heaven, Sir,” she murmured as she let him pull her up.

In the bedroom, he held her down and ate her pussy until she screamed out at least three orgasms before he slid his thick cock into her swollen entrance and fucked her to an orgasm of his own.

They fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

When she woke the next morning, he was already gone, but he’d left a note with some water and Advil next to the bed.

Thank you for being mine. Take care of yourself today.

She smiled as she swallowed the pills. He knew red wine gave her a headache the next day and normally stopped her after more than a couple of glasses.

Today she had to figure out what she wanted to do with her free time since David and Tamara both insisted she stay away from campus.

She laid in bed for a little while, scrolling through her phone and looking at her calendar for the next couple of weeks. Christmas was coming up fast, and she needed to figure out what to do for David and a few close friends in her life.

An email notification popped up, and she clicked on it. There was an invitation from one of the organizations devoted to researching and finding cures for rare diseases like the one her brother had lived with and eventually died from. David had seen that the ones Emily had worked with when Tristan was sick had received large donations in his name.

Mrs. Eastman,

We would like to invite you to speak at our annual holiday charity gala. It’s our biggest fundraiser of the year, and we appreciate how much you and your husband have done for our operation. Our members and donors would love to hear from you about your experience. It’s next Thursday, the 19th of December.

Please let us know if you can do it.

Anthony Granger

Emily quickly fired back a response saying she would be happy to make an appearance. Public speaking wasn’t her favorite, but since marrying David there had been a handful of events she’d been asked to speak at so she was getting better at it.

Her phone rang. The number told her it was someone from David’s office. Only a couple of people there had her number, so she answered.

“Hi, Emily. It’s Lydia. I was calling to let you know the office Christmas party is next Thursday at seven. Because of David’s schedule that day, you’ll need to meet him at the office. And between you and me if you tell me what color dress you’ll be wearing I’ll make sure you two match.”

Emily laughed. “That sounds great. I’m sure I’ll wear something red for Christmas.”

When she opened her calendar to put the party in, she realized it was the same day and time as the party she’d just agreed to appear at. Her heart sank. What on earth was she supposed to do now? She said nothing to Lydia. They could work it out later.

With a sigh, she settled back at her computer and opened her thesis proposal. She didn’t have all of Dr. Malincoat’s notes, but that wouldn’t stop her from working on it for a little while.

An hour later, her phone interrupted her again. This time it was Tamara.

“Hey lady,” the woman said when Emily answered. “How do you think David would feel about going to a drag show with us later tonight?”

Emily grinned. “It sounds like you’re trying to cause trouble. I love it. David said we needed to have dinner with you.”

Thoughts of her Christmas party conundrum vanished as she schemed with Tamara about a night out with David.

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