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With a sigh, she begrudgingly handed over the other two presents.

When I unwrapped the first one and opened the two-picture frame, I felt like I’d been sucker punched in the gut. In one picture, Dahlia sat outside in one of the chairs. There was snow around her, but the sun shined brightly, forming a halo behind her.

She looked…exquisite.

The other picture was her and Gus, snuggled on the couch. There was so much warmth and love in both pictures, it touched my fucking soul.

“It took me like a million tries because I was using the timer and stuff, but I figured you might like it for your desk at work, but it—”

I cut her babbling short by cupping the back of her head and pulling her mouth to mine. “I love it,” I whispered after kissing her, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke.

Releasing my hold, I picked up the last one.

“You don’t have to open that now,” she rushed out. “Or ever.”

But it was too late.

If the other pictures had hit me in the stomach, this blow landed farther south.

In a bra, panties, and heels, one picture showed Dahlia leaning back against my desk in my home office. Her hair was pulled back neatly, her lips pouty and fuckable.

I’m never going to be able to sit there without being hard as a fucking rock.

Already hard, the other picture had me dangerously close to coming. Dahlia was in our bed, her hair messy and strewn around her on the pillow. The picture was only from her chest up, but I could still see the curve of the top of her tits. Her shoulders were bare, making me wonder if she’d been naked when she’d taken the picture, or just topless.

Her lips were swollen. There was makeup smudged around her big eyes. But it was what was beyond those two things that affected me so much. There was heat and satisfaction in her gaze. Her mouth was curved in a small smile.

I tapped the glass, my voice coming out thick and rough as I asked, “When did you take this?”

“A couple weeks ago. You had to go take that call after we…”

My dick jerked again at the knowledge she really had just been fucked.

“I’m sorry the quality isn’t as good as the others. I sent those ones to be printed, but I just printed these at home on photo paper. If you don’t—”

Moving fast, I lowered her to the floor on a bed of wrapping paper. I shifted her shorts to the side, grateful for the stretchiness because taking them off would’ve taken too long. Freeing myself, I slid through her wetness, coating my cock before slamming in.

It was hard and fast, us moving together in a frenzy. When her neck started to tilt, her legs tightening around me, I reached to the side. Waiting until her eyes closed, I picked up her camera and snapped away, unsure if any of them came out.

“Did you just take a picture?” she asked, looking at me through hooded eyes.

“No,” I grunted. “I took a few of them.” Setting the camera down, I lowered my body down to hers, moving quicker until she was gasping. When she came again, scratching my shoulders and crying out with that fucking smirk, I exploded, too.

After a moment of catching our breath, Dahlia lifted a little and reached under her shoulder. She pulled out a bow and stuck it to my forehead. “Thanks for being my best Christmas present ever.”

Cazzo.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Hope

Dahlia

Tina:Did he propose last night?

Julie:You’re just as bad as your daughter.

Tina:You know you’re wondering, too.

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