Page 149 of Not Your Average Vixen
Holy holly and the ivy! That vixen drove him the best kind of crazy!
He pulled out and had her on her back in the space of a breath. Covering her body with his, he held her wrists above her head with one hand while positioning himself at her entrance with the other. But before he thrust inside, he kissed a trail down her jawline and inhaled her cinnamon vanilla scent that sent his pulse racing. She hummed her pleasure, a dirty little sound that went straight to his hard length, and it took everything he had to hold himself back. He wanted one moment, this moment, to lose himself in her deep mahogany eyes, and his best friend’s words had never rung truer.
I wish you could understand what it’s like when you lock eyes with someone, and you know that your life will never be the same.
When Tom had first dropped this sappy love bullshit on him, he’d balked.
Now he understood completely. His raven-haired beauty had captured his heart the first time he met her gaze.
So much had changed this past year. He’d met with all his employees once he’d returned to New York and shared a new vision for the company. A vision where Rudolph Holdings wasn’t a predatory firm that snapped up weak businesses ripe to be pillaged and sold off piece by piece.
No, his revelation in Kringle, Colorado, had changed him, heart and soul.
With a resounding nod of approval from Janine, Rudolph Holdings became a consulting firm that provided companies with a plan for improved profits and viability.
Did it make him the millions it used to?
Actually, yes.
Investing in struggling businesses and providing sustainable plans rather than standing by as they failed turned out to be highly lucrative. And it allowed him to go to bed each night knowing that instead of greedily taking, he’d given from the heart.
Take that, Scrooge!
And the truth was, he didn’t even have to work if he didn’t want to.
Why?
He had a sugar mama!
His sexy baker was making money hand over fist.
Bridget had taken over Cupid Bakeries, and with her innovations, she’d brought the mom and pop company into the twenty-first century. She’d also made a few acquisitions over the last year, purchasing struggling bakeries, and then converting them into Cupid Bakeries while simultaneously working with the staff to make them profitable.
Now, a certain French pâtisserie in Dallas belonged to the Cupid Bakery family.
That’s right! His vixen was Gaston Francois’ boss.
Boom!
And if that wasn’t enough, she’d also become an internet baking sensation. Once Lori had posted the video of his vixen icing the wedding cake, the fanbase for Cupid Bakery’s new owner and CEO went through the roof.
And there were even more changes.
Bridget no longer called Texas home, and he’d said goodbye to New York City. They’d made Boston their base, each opening an office in the area, and called a townhouse near Lori and Tom’s Beacon Hill neighborhood home. He’d kept the NYC office open, with Janine running the show, but his life was here with Bridget and the Abbotts in Massachusetts.
He didn’t need to compartmentalize anymore. He didn’t have one persona that lived like a spoiled playboy while the other enjoyed the camaraderie of friendship and family. No, he’d integrated Soren and Scooter just as his girlfriend was both Bridget and Birdie.
“What are you waiting for?” Bridget asked with a tantalizing twist to her lips. Her dark tangle of hair fanned out over the pillow like a halo, framing her face. Sweet Christ! He could stare at her all day. But when his vixen rolled her hips, it was time to get down to business.
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he held her in place as he slid inside her wet heat and sucked in a tight breath. The sensation never dampened. Their connection never diminished. The magnetic pull between them only strengthened, and he made love to her with a frenzied ferocity. Pistons pumping, he drove in hard, grinding into her sweet bud while setting a pace that had Bridget purring.
He knew her body and could read all her tells. She was so close, hovering on the edge. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was there, bucking and meeting him blow for delicious carnal blow. Lost in her eyes, he let go. Their mouths crashed together, swallowing each other’s cries of delirious pleasure as the feverish pace slowed, and their bodies, warm and sated, gasped for breath in the glow of sweet release.
He let go of her wrists, and she cupped his face in her hands. “Have we depleted Frosty?”
He chuckled. “Just about.”
They were back at Kringle Mountain to spend another Christmas together with the Abbotts. They’d decided to make it a tradition. But this year, they welcomed one more along for the festivities when a sharp knock at the door reminded them that they weren’t alone in this house.
